Best Sprains Poems
When I got home from camp today,
My parents almost died.
They asked me how I got this way,
And here's what I replied:
"This little cast from heel to hip
Is nothing much at all.
Some broken shingles made me slip
From off the dining hall.
"The poison ivy's not so bad.
It missed my back and chest.
Of course, I guess I oughta add
Mosquitoes got the rest.
"I tried to eat some hick'ry nuts
And cracked a tooth or two.
And all these bruises, scabs, and cuts?
I haven't got a clue.
"I got the lump that's on my head
From diving in the lake.
I should have watched for rocks, instead
Of grabbing for the snake.
"That leaves this bandage on my chin
And these three finger sprains,
Along with lots of sunburned skin
And sniffles from the rains.
"And oh, I got a muscle cramp
And very nearly drowned.
It's some terrific summer camp,
The coolest one around."
Categories:
sprains, childhood, humorous, parents, vacation,
Form:
Light Verse
Dawn seeps soundlessly in to scatter the darkness.
Around is silence and quiet and calm.
From my lofty balcony, I can admire the serenity
Of the vast immensity of the ocean, all smell of balm.
Let tranquillity invade my lonely soul, O Lord.
The arduous day will soon be full of all its pains.
And I am old, too old to face the vexatious turmoil
That surrounds me, for I am all aches and sprains.
How can I face the rough and tumble of this misery?
I need wisdom to discern all that is foolish and vain,
I need peace to avoid worries and other upsets.
I need love to forgive others’ injuries and bane.
Life is short and I’m much too old to bear pains.
Death will be a relief from all that troubles me.
However life is precious and I will live it through,
Only with your genial grace that comes from Thee.
Categories:
sprains, age, old,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,
I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,
finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,
raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprains, inspirational, work, me, work,
Form:
Epic
Sister Josephine, our neighborhood nun.
No longer fit for ministry;
although she’s quit the nunnery,
she sits at our day camp nursery.
Go Jo uses every amp of energy
so as to champion or otherwise dampen
the spirit of grit in our scamps.
Sister Josephine, power shavers couldn’t stun.
Noise is born in my son.
Enjoying his horn on the run
from morn till night with the sun,
Boy Roy is fun, delightfully won.
Toys are Sprite cans, squiggly egg whites,
old cobs of corn and badly worn kites.
Sister Josephine, our savior you’d want.
Nursing their aches and their sprains,
reversing the stakes in their games,
she takes on blessing their brains.
Interspersed with pain, her tests will train,
coerce and arrest their thoughts with some stress.
Her heart makes and breaks their quests.
Sister Josephine showers favors - on good done.
Rhyming Words:
Stanza one:
no, although, Go, Jo, so
fit, quit, sits, spirit, grit
ministry, nunnery, nursery, every, energy
camp, amp, champion, dampen, scamps
Stanza two:
noise, enjoying, Boy, Roy, toys
born, horn, morn, corn, worn
son, run, sun, fun, won
night, delight, Sprite, whites, kites
Stanza three:
nursing, reversing, inter/spersed, coerce
aches, stakes, takes, makes, breaks
sprains, games, brains, pain, train
blessing, tests, arrest, stress, quests
Random rhymes in the the single lines:
our, power, showers
(neighborhood), (shavers could), (savior you'd), (favors/good)
nun, stun, want, done
Categories:
sprains, children, fun, teacher,
Form:
Verse
Seriously Jealous,
inherently over-zealous,
a calculation of the wellness-
of present day hellishness...
Seriously sophomoric,
traumatically important,
radical-
a spaceship uninhabitable.
Playing a game,
never would have guessed I was a lame...
Being insane,
while people are on their way.
Driving the plains,
with wheel chairs with sprains,
going to work on the veins,
with fangs,
from behind brains,
I withstand the shame,
and accept my fame.
Categories:
sprains, allusion, assonance, baby, bangla,
Form:
Epic
Oh mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
woe would be the world without
thee,
you fed us when we were
hungry,
you clothed us when we were
cold,
you cooled us when we were
feverish,
and you held us when we weren’t
quite so bold;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the sorrow without
thee,
you pained at our
losses,
you jocund at our
gains,
you kissed all of our
booboos,
and bandaged all our
sprains;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the poorer without
thee,
1
so you never owned new
shoes,
for that matter nor a
dress,
your hair was cut by your very own
hands,
so we could have the
best;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
because of thee;
the richer, the wiser, the better are
we.
Categories:
sprains, family,
Form:
Ballad
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained
… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained
The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade
… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade
Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang…
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains
When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained
For On Position-Comparison, We ‘All’ Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane
Amen… Again… Amen
Categories:
sprains, allegory, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Live hard and die young has gone awry
I lived hard but not enough to die
Aches and sprains
Arthritis pain
Live hard and die hard seems to apply!
Categories:
sprains, anxiety, grandfather, life,
Form:
Limerick
As we run to the end of time
And pace to have memories as treasures
I need you to know that letting go is a painful beauty
But i have to be bold and brave
From an ebony in pink and black
You became my unborn daughter
Your desire started it but your heart made it so
And now you gotta go
I never thought leaving could hurt so much
My daughter of priceless laugher
The one that chose my thought
And defended my weakness
Thank you for the comfort you gave to strains and sprains
Thank you for your cute-jealousy
You brought smiles when it was dark
You were the glitter through the tunnel
My talk mate, friend and babygirl
The one I put "priceless" as her tag
My profound wise one
Missing you saddens my joy.
And you can be sure of your place in my heart my Julia.
Categories:
sprains, beauty, daughter, goodbye, lost
Form:
Free verse
It'll be over soon, I'll make our lives better,
Take a deep breath babe, gotta keep it together.
Knocked down and beat up and taken for granted,
And tattooed and scarred by the words that they've chanted.
I'll be your shelter, you're safe in my bed,
Free from the horrible things that were said.
I'll wash you in love and cleanse all your pain,
While you lick at your wounds, all the bruises and sprains.
I hear the cackles, the talk and the laughter,
They doubt we can find our happy ever after.
But we're gonna show them, just what's in store,
We may lose some battles, but we're winning this war.
The roar of a cannon, the blast of a gun,
World War you and me, has already begun.
We aren't soldiers, this isn't our fight,
And ignorant army fires bullets of spite.
But we are at peace, my love in my arms,
Gone from where the hand that feeds you, just harms.
So lay your head on my heart, and rest your weary soul.
And stay with me until, once again, you feel whole.
The way we love and make love is love as love should be,
It's rare and true and beautiful. It's trust and honesty.
And as I nurse you back to health and kiss away the pain,
You tell me I'm your heroine and your demons have been slain.
Categories:
sprains, boyfriend, love, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
I have these reoccurring dreams of hallways
I dreamt in color and I’ve dreamt in dark days
Never had I encountered a dream in its peak of pureness
But, I have encountered a dream when I was in distress
I wish you well in all you do and don’t forget a friend like me
I’m sorry for acting blue and playing victim all the time, you see?
I often hope that you’d see me through the growth pains
I pray daily inside my cranium to ease the physical sprains
Peace, come to me someday in this trivial lifetime
Sadness, disappear and never come back this time
Give me happiness that my dreams can never think of
Give me joyfulness that gives me a picture of love
Think of me in times of your tribulation and release your frustration
Just maybe, I’ll inspire you on your way with genuine sensation
Wipe away the tears from my eyes and tell me you care about me
Because right now, I feel the need to let you go into the sparkly sea
Bring me delight and smiles when the sun goes down
Sing to me when I fall asleep and I won’t wear a frown
Sweet serenity sooths my delicate skin and warms my young heart
Hopefully then, you can start mending me so I won’t be torn apart
I’m your shadow – I will follow you as the wind blows
I’m your sunshine – I will make sure to higher your lows
I’m your weather – I will surprise you with what I got
I’m your wings – I will allow you to vibrantly soar a lot
It’s so amazing – this moment between us now and forever
Never had I encountered this euphoria …I’m feeling much better!
Thank you for healing me with your gentle waves of purity
You scared away the recurring dreams that haunted me
Categories:
sprains, deep, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Your touch is healing
Power: treat sprains, fractures
Massage ligaments.
Categories:
sprains, career, caregiving, engagement, perspective,
Form:
Senryu
As we run to the end of time
And pace to have memories as treasures
I need you to know that letting go is a painful beauty
But i have to be bold and brave
From an ebony in pink and black
You became my unborn daughter
Your desire started it but your heart made it so
And now you gotta go
I never thought leaving could hurt so much
My daughter of priceless laugher
The one that chose my thought
And defended my weakness
Thank you for the comfort you gave to strains and sprains
Thank you for your cute-jealousy
You brought smiles when it was dark
You were the glitter through the tunnel
My talk mate, friend and babygirl
The one I put "priceless" as her tag
My profound wise one
Missing you saddens my joy.
And you can be sure of your place in my heart my Julia.
Categories:
sprains, beauty, daughter, goodbye, lost
Form:
Free verse
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
Categories:
sprains, appreciation, blessing, care, death,
Form:
Couplet
Inferno heart. 03/29/2020
As my heart beats,
My blood speeds,
Through all veins,
But never sprains,
My organs work,
No blood cork,
Dont be flared,
Take a glare,
Where'd it start,
Oh yeah, the heart.
Categories:
sprains, beautiful, best friend, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme