Short Sprain Poems

Short Sprain Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sprain by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sprain by length and keyword.


Playboyish

i woke up in all kinds of pain
my ligements must have been sprain
remembered her name
then my smile came
this playboyish life is insane...
Form: Limerick


Pain Drove Me Insane While In Fast Lane

when there was pain
has been driving me insane
was hit in fast lane

a small sprain or strain
yelled with words which were profane
pain still does remain
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

I Will Survive.

I sprain my ankle alot
doing things my ankle can't handle,
obviously.
My fondue is simmered by the pain; the flame of new.
Makes me feel alive,
and a bit horny too.
I will survive.

Like Herpes

When they leave,don’t complain
Let them go without constrain 
Be thankful for they dint leave a sprain
For like herpes they will always be back with a strain
Yes forever like herpes they will strain to pain
Form: Rhyme

Heart Robbers

Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,

Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon! 

Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.


Remains

Looking out the window pane
I see them all down the lane
So many memories all contained 
By the pieces of my hearts remains

How did it get so broken
I'm tired of all this pain
I thought leaving you I'd have something to gain

Now all that's left is a painful stain 
Our loves remains
And no words to explain
The hurt and pain
That I just cant sprain

I will forever restrain
To love again.

 Kalee Lynn
Form: Rhyme

You Get the Rub

They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp

When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too

But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t
Form: Limerick

Courage

Courage
Constant displays of spirit
 Never in the vein of the culprit.
Ongoing capacity to overcome strain
  Never over-run by any sprain
Unrelenting to be broken by failure
 Never undone always finding an answer
Resilient to opposition
 Never defeated demeanor of a chaplain
A temperament  true to one’s morals
  Never at a loss to stand up to evils
Genuine firm determination
 Never weak always a bastion
Enduring tenacity to achieve
 Never give up, with the power to believe
Form: Acrostic

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