Inability Poems - Poems about Inability

ABSENCE Pay attention to the unavailability, the unavailability is the most missing inconvenience of all. Does the unavailability make you shiver? does it? A presence, however hard it tries, Will always be availability. Does the presence make you shiver? does it? When I think of the inability, I see a lack of mental ability. Incompetence, incompetence, incompetence. Just like a want, is the paucity. Dearth. dearth, dearth. I...

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He tainted her love for me She allowed him to be her Confidant a position where He could hear expressions And than be kind to her So he would be needed Than she would see future In her need for him Then he would be person with her Kind, sweet, and caring I have allowed the smutey filth. Of hell To dirty my the once...

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We talked today after a long, long time. I was mostly listening, and I can do that better, I think. She was worried about me. Anxious and agitated “Please read the holy book every day, Recitation of holy scriptures will keep the evils Of our minds away,” she said. Those words of divine...

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Credibility and Inability Credibility And the inability To have such a thing. Sure seems to be the up and coming style of the political world. Jim Horn...

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She has overwhelmed me with her love My love is not for legs Not only her skin texture The properly shaped head neither Her thoughts can entrance Those of a woman without disability They say I am accursed That loving her is abominable Yet they admire the outward look only And ignore her for her outward look Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward...

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Constant resentment, Inability to live, Free from the damaged....

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I was born without a voice to sing, but I sing every chance that I get; I was born with having two left feet, but I’m out dancing every step; I was born without an artistic bone, but I love painting portraits of the sunset; Being born without ability hasn’t stopped me from doing anything, yet. I was born...

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What makes us feel our inability? is it our knowledge that our imperfection will be our downfall? or is it that we are in Gods image but not his life his perfection. what is our downfall besides death? ...

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Emotions fall to meaningless cliché attempting to unravel lover’s mind, and plummeting through endless fields of grey though vibrant you, poetic threads unwind. Obstructed by the trials two lives have brought, the beauty seeks its eloquent release; expression, though we surely have been taught, will fail when all poetic urges cease. The promise made, ensuring we survive stirs not the timeless scribble of the...

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