Cripples Poems | Examples

Strong-think v wrong-think'

You can't hold it both ways,  In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or  directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation,  born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!

EGOISTIC BEHAVIOR

Can you live forever?
Why feel you are 
Over another 
When you're not
Their creator and provider 
Just because you're in your prime.

I can't make you feel less
But won't make you 
Feel above me either 
Variety is the spice of life
Why disparaging another?
Like Jesus said;
Do unto others, as you want others to do unto you.

If it hasn't been done to you
If it's wrong or draining 
You'll think it's right or rejuvenating
Trust me, it's crazy 
When you're the victim 
It cripples or makes you lazy
Leaving you vulnerable and devastated.

Hopeless

Hands of time are pacing, I'm idled and numb. Dreams and wishes that never wanna materialize, stare in the far reach of my hopes, only dust traces are witnessed. Impatience, cripples my sanity, I wanna comfront, point fingers but then I'm only a player in this game

check to those we ran on the same race, I'm miles behind, the gap creates drift of anger and faithless energies in me. I stumble in wonders, days of my persistance and devotion. scale of my achievements yet uttures in volumes so high to those of my competiters

sense of the matter in hand, runs in opposite direction to my mind. Though it's known to me, that success has no first runner but this fleshly mind and heart of mine are in dispute, I just can't cease this fire, wanna node yes but battling acceptance, wanna be patient but age and situation strangles me out of my body, wanna bow but head stiffens, wanna forge smile but dissapoint frowns me, constantly. I'm hopeless 
#Poetic_Ink

Free will

discerning that that divides, contracts, cripples
versus that that entwines, expands, enables
soul presence within form then chooses
the way upon earth it wishes to be
thus the die of destiny is cast
cognised by mindful eyes
who are self-aware

Never give up

when the voices of doubt keep shouting in echoes,
And the darkness closes in with its might.
When the fear cripples under your skin,
And the pain is unbearable,
And then, throwing in a towel feels like an option.

Remember this:
Each step forth is victory won,
Each breath taken its a testimony worth sharing
Each breath taken is a newly found strength.

For, every fall gives you a chance to shine through,
And trust me, you need no crew for a rescue.
You are the only person you need,
So, take the chance and thrive.
For, the battle you have won, before it even begun.

Shattered

So many things I wish I 
could have changed
Maybe then we wouldn’t 
be estranged 
Shattered pieces of me is 
all that remain
My life will never be 
the same 
Heartache and emptiness 
deep inside 
My tears and pain I can 
not hide 
Ever haunted by words 
I long to voice
Fear of your rejection leaves me without choice 
Your absence cripples me 
with  despair 
My heart is broken 
beyond repair 
Your love is all that I 
yearn for 
And will until I breathe 
no more

Am I a criminal?

I'm not, but I live life the way I want, no command
Some people don't like me. Because I'm European
But no, it's not about that, it's about something else, 
maybe my soul would be stolen, and I would lose myself

Yes. But I don't want that, I won't sell my soul. God's
I just live, I want. Ha, but why? Well, not for pursuers
Hmm, they still chase me, their life lives off of mine, 
so they're not soulless, I give life and mind to them

Because mine was given to them, they don't have it, 
so let them live, come into me, come and live with me
They will receive life, let my body, soul, and mind be theirs, 
but they will have no hope; lovely sinners and cripples
Walk in my shoes and learn from me. Just live, live, live


Yeah

Part of the Herd

If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?

The herd that thinks the same thoughts
They recapitulate the same words
Or, they remain quiet
A pot never gets stirred

I prefer to ask question
I don't want to believe, I want to know why
Yet every time I ask
I'm sarcastically met with a sigh

God gave me a brain
To think, love, and to grow
Where my thoughts end
I guess that's a place I don't even know?

You see life's full of uncertainties
Full of mysteries that go undefined
But remember, the moment you name it
The mystery becomes your story, not mine

So, I'll continue to seek
Holding tight to the truth that I know
But, when I learn otherwise
I have to have the resolve to let go

Or else, I'm holding on to emotion
Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold
It may help in the moment
But ultimately, it cripples the soul 

So, think a new thought
Question every single word
Never remain silent
Don't become part of the herd?

Trapped

Trapped in my country's tourniquet,
we wail uncontrollably as
we're being smothered with
egregious policies and difficult living conditions.

we've been bound for so long a time,
we bleed from the cuts and wounds,
we die of hunger and thirst,
we bow our heads in despair.

forced on an arduous path,
we look out for a route to salvation,
hoping for a rescue team to show up,
this chain is too heavy on us.

trapped in my country's tourniquet,
we bleed and rot,
beaten into submission,
subjugation and endless sorrow.

fear of what is to come next
envelopes and cripples us,
our oppressors are mightily cruel,
we're just grateful to still see the light of day,

now that we still have our sight,
many have had theirs sucked out
and fed to the vultures.
we've known torture and what it's colour looks like.

our story runs deep.
lost and trapped in this horizon,
I wonder if we're still on the map,
I wonder if anyone still searches for us.

Contest Wieners

non notables
same is to same old
repeat offenders 
nothing new
back scratch revenues
old poets club.
canned scriptures
wasted words
post mortem phrases
casket contusions
dead dendrites.
old poet network news.
boring, blatant, bygones,
corporeal cripples.

Common Choices

Sometimes the most critical reflection,
Resides in your own mirror.

Self doubt cripples all inflicted,
Self confidence is earned daily.

Some must tear others down,
Just to build themselves up.

Some will raise others up,
To share in their glory.

Kindness is a free gift,
Cruelty pays a heavy toll.

Choose a path forward,
Or forever look backwards.

Tomorrow is just another day,
But is guaranteed to no one.

But tomorrow grants the chance,
To wipe the slate clean.

Windborne

Bones of love that were ground
Spinning between worlds
Only seeing through memory

Locked into seriousness by a perception
Playful spirit awaiting realms to explore
Whimsical freedom can be found and made

A spirit a fae a beautiful shape
How would a jester do in a courtroom
A bee in an assembly line
Doing as they wish
Aligning or finding alignment

Spindling chalice
A crystal tree spanning
A nymph peering, tapping, murmuring
Scattered fruits
Can change to peaches or apples

Rest is not death, but stillness cripples playful joy
Amen

Will and Guts Kill Regrets

Be brisk, active and agile
Never shudder with fear
Think rationally always
Then only joins you joy

What is the use of worry?
It cripples your emotion
And makes you invalid
Worry is not wanted

Losing is not shameful
Only losing courage is,
By using our expertise
We must ever achieve

Self-pity must be shunned
As its effects are negative
Like a flower, be fresh
And rejuvenate yourself

Getting upset is very easy
Being lazy needs no will
Crying can be easily made
Gathering guts is manly

Thousand losses may emerge
Our life may face constant doom
Only defeat may be the result
Here only patience plays a role

Think and act with true grit
Swallow negative outcome
Give up not, but you march
Let not your will-power sag

Few more steps are there
That will take you to glory
Getting upset and losing
Will not serve the purpose

If those who lose must die
World will become empty
As all suffer at times loss
This is God's strong order

Why are losses caused?
There is no answer to this
About one thing I am sure
Toil shatters the fort of loss.

From the 5th Floor

From The 5th Floor
 

She heard him crying,
while chips she was frying.
Ran towards the door,
to treat the conflict amongst the four.

 

In between busy streets of ‘Burrabazar’,
amongst the congested lanes.
Lay an old building,to live and share.
Then, life wasn’t fair.

 

One daughter, three sons.
Somehow, they managed to run.
To console one, when the other cried.
The family anyways, lived in pride.

 

A day never to come again,
when the war between the four began.
Solaced the one,who howled aloud,
rest two were just strolling around.

 

The one in anger, was not seen.
Verandah railing,was there to lean.
When the phone rang ‘tring tring’.
The wrathful son had fallen.

 

 

From the top floor he did,
in between the rods, he slipped in.
Lay oblivious on the street.
Until the folks gathered in just few minutes.

 

The mother then ran down the stairs.
Breathless, brave enough to dare.
Tears trickled down her cheeks.
To the doctors she speaks .

 

For hours under observation.
Regaining sense was exceptional.
He survived in cripples.
A life long bane to hustle the struggle.

Near Death Experience

Intriguing subject of which I've read.
Most NDEs come back without dread
of dying, some are eager to go;
some feel they know and are saying so.

Many describe a most brilliant light,
believe it is God's love shining bright.
They're embraced unconditionally;
despair erased additionally.

While in this state, they can fly with ease.
Disease, blindness, cripples are released.
Hate dissipates in the love that's shown--
a wonderful place to call their own.

Long-passed relatives wave at the gate;
want to join with them, but they must wait.
Sometimes they are allowed to decide.
Tho tempted, most return to this side.

Most people are now forever changed--
love is foremost, they must rearrange
their lives for caring till their last breath,
distribute love found at their near death.

May 2, 2022
for Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke

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