Limp Poems - Poems about Limp

Knee repair went well it's the walking that gets you returning to work...

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my body lies limp suns heat dries me like a prune in need of raindrops...

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Daylight drags its feet, its slippers are grey and pad silently. Long after dawn night keeps rolling over in its grave refusing to die or give way. Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries somewhere upon a moonlit pond a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon. It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams upward where only yesterday it leapt. The dawn is going nowhere. In dew-wet...

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To The Begging Blind Be squarely kind: The ones walking our streets lined But also those doing it singly And sort of acting kingly! The Blind also battling with a limp And The Ones who seem A Pimp, Never them to a halt grind Nor to a spot with stories bind; In their front leading, not behind Their guide pretend you’d signed And their alms release...

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A photographer of Indoor Sports Found himself dragged through the lower courts The hotel said He filmed their bed When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts...

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can you imagine a life without tears a dawn free of clouds impending a sparkle without a smoke tail a ding, a dong that does not clang a love free of clings and shrouded claws a dream free of seances to imagine without consequences to imagine without strings is a limp puppet, a lifeless blimp with wind expelled...

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A Limp and Aspirins I sit at the edge of the bed, my hip hurts, my back aches, and my legs are on fire. Not for the first time, not for the last. If one more person asks, have I prayed about this, or that... I am going to scream, softly and then cry. Healing is a...

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gentle pops of ice as surging streams release its imprisoned brethren decaying leaves grasping onto blackened fingers as weathered wind encircles sputum gurgles past as stream seems to gasp chiselled bedrock teeth laugh as speckled waters erode and carry child particles far away...

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I am so drained, a tired mind, melted into goo upon a platter. Limp butter-soaked biscuit, no longer warm. ...

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Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency H.G. Wells..., ah...now there without dark shadow of a doubt, in my (myopic brown) eyes, a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize the English language, and captivated populations, sans "The War Of The Worlds" to realize, with an assiduous presentation convinced listeners, how aliens did cannibalize innocent Earthlings strictly via radio, where rapt audience could actualize "FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize, yea...

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He called me a limp-clod. What is it? I have no idea. But it made you mad? I am furious. I could hit him. Can we ask him? Okay. What is a limp-clod? A limp is my best friend and a clod is his name. Your name is Claude? Yes. Are you still mad? Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet. Understood....

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Gimp and Limp In Trump style should put a crimp; We should love those who will limp; With words fumble; Forgot about humble; Trump's body looks like a big blimp. Jim Horn About time Trump is always behind, And the last time we saw his mind God had delivered, And Trump quivered; He gave his back to God in a bind. Jim Horn Pink Browed Rose Finch His pink...

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limp intentions draged us down take a step back learn to get found silence tried to hide masacara of pride tears smearing blue leathes reflection of you wrinkle skin stretch it out our form of never doubt eyes with flawless vision handling hydes-jekle incision reason found between the lines understanding is under defined brittle wombs collapsing deep shattered teeth begin to seep waitng on content christians only to find limp intentions ?...

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The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look at a limp like that. We like to think no one else can see the limp we have the limp we earned by ignoring little people who get in our way who strike us as the litter of life we want swept away. Donal Mahoney...

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McGee walked into the local pub He shuffled along with a limp Although it was certain, he was in pain He assured everyone He's no wimp He made his way to the table to say "Hey Doc It's me leg it's in pain" The Doc wore a frown, said "Please sit on down, and alleviate some of the strain" "Doc,...

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