Best Wheelchair Poems

He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
 	With a smile and stay

We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see...

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The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held once more tight to his wheel chair
Casually he had a...

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WHEELS

My darling, holding hands in plain view
Is not the easiest thing to do
For you
I don’t really care, 
They already stare!
Nothing special, from my point of view

My darling, hop on my wheelchair
Much faster there
I care
About your frown
You look a bit down
Baby, if I don’t why should you...

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Deep down within Diane is a warrior that makes her tough as nails...
And her battle and her weapons give her courage as she prevails.

Early in the morning, before you and I have stirred our coffee, she has already stirred
the heart of God...
And because she has...

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I sit in a wheelchair every single day
I've learned to accept it because it has to be that way
There are people here that walk and criticize people like me
If they would only stop for one second
Then maybe they would see
That we are no different and...

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Another glorious morning
               making oatmeal
          and then momma asked, 
         where is my wheelchair?
...

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Once proud, walked tall                                         ...

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As I ride
I want to take you
to the far side
though me and you
stayed in the same place
looking for my fortune
let me grew out of touch
aint flashed a smile
for a long while
to concerned of how
I gonna provide for my family
my thoughts takes me back
of who can...

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Blond girl on a wheelchair
Eleanor. Motor Neurone her destiny
Purple eyes looking up to the hill terrain
From the shade of her preferred tree

Immobile limbs, travelling dreams
Silent thoughts flowing with the east wind
Up to the peaks scented of amber beams
Pine trees’ branches caressing her forefront rim

Silver rivers...

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When I was lost
I could not see
All the beauty
And wonder
Happen around me
I was alone
Dreaming of you
OH, I could not imagine
This dream coming true
So much joy now
In all that I touch
You make me 
Everything so much
I will love you
For the earth at my wheels
I will love...

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Oh no here she comes again.
For her to sit on me it should be a sin.
I was made for her and I'm so strong.
Thank goodness my trips aren't very long.
She is my friend and I really don't mind.
I was made to carry her sweet behind.
...

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Not stuck in a chair
I'm empowered by my wheels
Wheelchairs give freedom...

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It takes guts to be in a wheelchair
Twelve years ago 
I got a job in the open labour market
My first day I ran away early
I had transport issues
I got a lift with another wheelchair man's car
The second day I stayed a full twelve hour shift
I...

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He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground

I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?

No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to...

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This poem belongs to all the children who will never know the joy
of running on a beach and getting sand between their toes. Told
from the perspective of a 12-year-old boy, wheelchair-bound.

I know a place where the stars kiss the sea;
and fish sing all night in...

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