Crippled Poems - Poems about Crippled

As a mother, Christ gave heed to the woman's plea. For him, days of work or Sabbath days did not count. From their selves, he observed, the human creatures flee For eighteen years, the Book says, she was evil-bound. She got bent by burdens of societal flaws. Crude communal clouds had blocked drizzles of graces. How long should she be clenched...

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Ah! There it breaks On the ground soiled Abandoned Foolish foot tearing that unmissed Not knowing the destruction Lost Once it lived up above Now fallen down Gone Before it had a purpose A bringer of life Fallen There in silent death Now crippled Free...

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I have inked my verses All day for so long Poured my soul in pages But got nothing in return For being a full time poet Poverty has ruined my life Crippled my very spirit Humiliation and neglect follows me everywhere My wrinkles and weary eyes Speak of misery and destitution So I have decided To forsake my pen...

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A free verse/haikus Abused and bemused So taken advantaged of Accused…took the blame Amused by muses Strifeful peace don’t mix too well Held on for dear life… Crippled and confused Delicately decaying Bruised feelings…screwed loose… Collapsed suddenly Guess this is goodbye for now Burdened — in a rut… Cut down the ropes please Tell me it’s okay…I’ll live Give or take…at ease Yet, I’m too nervous Too fearful of what...

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I'm old, I'm old I'll die if I catch cold I tried to skip But snapped my hip I'm old I'm old I'm old....

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Neptune's net strikes on floating flames Her souls sounding faint gossamer goodbyes Ocean's octaves murmur mute Dim dives to a regretful reef Blue grief blurs, sailors say In twilight tides, widows whisper Their lost laments for crippled ships 12/19/21...

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THE CRIPPLED Walking toward foreshore I saw the devil seated on a fence Fishing Next day I heard he got a thrashing It was intense Blood trickled from his core He would fish no more Baby and Mommy shark were out to score. *...

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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 cool harmony. Where golden crystals, sparkling in the sand are polished each...

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Crippled You think too much on something and the only thing you'll see forth, is all the negativity You look at yourself too long and you begin to see all your flaws Lol, forget the beauty within, she is a dying beast Repressed by sedatives of incompleteness By suppression of unworthiness And in the midst of idiocy, one finds...

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’ve been in dirts and seen the downs I’ve continually been a verb and no noun Refuse to help said lotus blooms in mud But they scrunched me only in the bud Fell down when stand apart from the row Crippled me want you to let me grow I’ve had a dream to visit the mountains But they broke my sticks left...

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She wills it but fears of wanting what she already has Her beauty is below her, among her. and over her head Not one but two, nor four but five Seven more times we get up to save their lives Never unseen, never confused The ever seeing eyes of heaven still see you Patriot, unearned and born unheard Illegal and famished...

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Grown out of mindfulness or cowardice? Black fruit: a crippled sense of confidence. Torment to see the engine, powerless – Stalled for fuel ne’er bequeathed by providence. O, tragic fate of minion men as I! Who would rather tell of themselves far less – Do we fear the ego grown in the eye? Or simply loathe failure without redress? Ah, pride, so clever...

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Prosthetic language can never fix a Poems broken joints Only inspiration can set the break for sure Crutches and canes to prop up verse severely disappoint Perception falling on its face —a crippled lost poseur (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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Bought a load of heifers some time ago Was in late winter, with rain -- not snow. On the trailer they'd been loaded fast Tightly packed to ensure time would quickly pass. One heifer for reason not known Fell and was trampled upon. Trucker asked what to do, Said, "They're mine -- fit and injured too." So, Old Red as she was named With...

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I was reading Trump's Crippled America the other day... I'm sorry to interrupt, but why? Isn't his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already? Well, more than sufficient, actually, but I was trying to figure out what he believes a non-gimpy America would look like. Fascist scary, am I right? Like a pilot for yet another dystopian vampire series. Anyway, he keeps describing himself as not only...

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