Incontinence Poems


Premium MemberIncontinence


Her husband’s pace
is like a snail’s, poor fellow.
From bed to bowl 
it’s a daily trail of yellow.
With chronic incontinence
she expects its continuance.
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Categories: incontinence, humor,
Form: Light Verse

Piddle Age

A lady with a weak bladder*
Thought nothing could make her madder
But Heaven knows
Her pantyhose
Revealed a soaking-wet ladder! 


*Weight gain stretches bladder muscle causing 
leakage.  The French strengthen bladder muscle by 
blowing up balloons.  The Japanese prefer sitting on 
a wooden stool and repetitiously lifting their legs level 
to the floor, but the quickest
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Categories: incontinence, health, women,
Form: Limerick


Premium MemberEmbarassed

A sensual, lioness, with a poor constitution, hopes dissociation from her abode will repair the echo of her dreams.
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Categories: incontinence, body, courage, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Incontinence

Incontinence
(A misery of getting older)
By Roy Merritt

I have to see the doctor I’m incontinent I’m sure
And I’m not very certain that my bladder will endure
Yes I’m incontinent with each of nature’s call
And that my prostate is as big as a basketball
It seems I’m always running with the need to go you see
And if I don’t
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Categories: incontinence, humorous, men,
Form: Rhyme

Harbor of Incontinence

In loves harbor moored in the dock of regression
and anchored in the quicksand of incontinence
as briny waves of inconstancy wash over my jaded bough
scouring my white-washed deck over and over 
leaving the silty residue of bartered romances
tarnishing the fibers of my brigand hull
peeling back the glossy facade that coated my proud vessel
the drift wood of jilted
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Categories: incontinence, lost love, social
Form: Free verse


Incontinence

Let me change the contours of life,
polluted mind-set. 
Spider webs have 
elective sites of emotions. 
I want to open a new range, 
to locate the corrupt moments. 
Turn over your face, 
let me find the scars.

The soaring pinnacle, 
fatherless fame, were declining. 
The rot was setting on
the fresco of the wall. 
Aspiring for god-head 
they
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Categories: incontinence, family, father, forgiveness, friendship,
Form: ABC
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