Short Wheelchairs Poems
Short Wheelchairs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wheelchairs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wheelchairs by length and keyword.
Red caps, red jackets,
walkers, wheelchairs on parade.
Vets board Honor Flight.
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what you eat frog legs
that’s so inconsiderate
to eat a frogs legs
what if that were done to you
they don’t make wheelchairs for frogs
Wheelchairs and Prams
Alive wheelchairs and prams should
hold hostage people who
breach the condition of
not permitting entry to
the disabled into
their buildings!
outside my dark windows
in sickly yellow streetlights
I see walkers with small support wheels
and halting wheelchairs
fight their way across the pedestrian
but here
with only the standby light from the stereo
I see clearly my crutches dance
in the hallway
Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style.
Spina Bifida.
Stares from Random people,
People I dont know,
Spina Bifida.
Scary doctors visits,
All the news,
Wheelchairs and people asking "why are you in one of those?"
Spina Bifida.
People taking the handicap spots,
Not being able to walk.
These are the reasons why,
I hate having spina bifida.
patients arrive behind canes
scoot around in walkers
some are being pushed in wheelchairs
they look old, ancient, elderly to me
I hear them give their birthdates and I am shocked
Many are younger than I am
This makes me grateful
I may have arthritis in both ankles
but I can still walk in without help
I feel lucky
I am in that basement ward,
the disused one,
the one they park you in
on the way to the morgue.
The usual clutter of broken wheelchairs,
torn screens,
long defunct electrical equipment.
I sense that this is where you are left
until they figure out what to do with you.
In the morning I go to work.
I want to be somewhere else,
when they come to get me.
If you want to be inspired,
Spend half an hour sitting in the lobby,
Of the local veterans hospital,
Watch the parade of duty and sacrifice,
Coming and going to appointments.
Veterans young and old,
Many on crutches, or in wheelchairs, missing limbs.
One day I say a young vet with an old vet in tow.
They were both in wheelchairs.
To me, that lobby is a sacred place.
A Skilled Care Unit
Faces racked with pain,
no medicine can cure.
Sad and alone, no one
comes to visit.
Bedridden, confined to
wheelchairs, nowhere to go.
Pacing the halls, doors locked,
prisoners at the end of life.
Memories of laughter, family
outings, salt, sea air, cookouts.
All slowly fading now, freedom
lost to old age and infirmities.
Life condensed to a single room
with death the only escape.
Motor cars you have to love em,
like humans you have to shove em,
drop kick em into the bay,
or sweet talk em some other way,
i've wiped em out in head on prang,
red escort, smashed glass, perang,
naked girl in the red escort,
guy was on the road he thought,
na ya aint in a race,
so stay on the footpath where it's safe,
condom pocket just in case,
watch, overtaking wheelchairs,
orright:)
Don Johnson 2-sep-11
super heroes exist today
they wear nurse’s uniforms
aprons, chef’s hats, they come in wheelchairs
They speak to us from the driver’s seat of a bus
super heroes live their truth
they show compassion,
lend a helping hand, uplift others
They speak for those who have no voice or little power.
super heroes do not always wear capes
or a giant letter on their chest
but they smile and say hello
and make the world a good place to be
Wheelchairs
and walkers
in God’s
waiting room
Praying
abeyant
the end
coming soon
Front to
the back
they line
in the queue
Telling their
stories
from memory’s
askew
They wait
and they wonder
who’s next
to go
As all through
the lounge
great grandkids
in tow
New moments
like hen’s teeth
each minute
a year
As walkers
and wheelchairs
rust out
— in the tears
(Dunwoody Retirement Home: September, 2025)
Wheelchair rush
Walking legs of others, please hush
Journey into continued movement
No hold back
Wheelchair staying on track
Highway On Ramp
Wheelchair jam
Wheelchairs with their own speed limit
They permit
Wheels on schedule
Moving module
Wheelchairs not a stop
Pedestrians in don’t like or not
Wheelchairs always on the go
A rush and sometimes slow
People in wheelchairs are the ones that know
Wheelchairs are people movers
Transport and deliver
food pyramids, the gustatory embrace of cow eating senators
bucking their allies.
So maybe the consumption of steroid pesticides
truncates our ambition to swiftly move.
No matter, there's wheelchairs, elevators, and highways
to support the ride.
Its all hearsay but there's definitely
a hidden hand in school lunches.
Maybe ranting across the state assembly
to get their balding hairdoes in check
and write some worlds
that will help us understand our appetites
Last night, I awoke drenched in a cold sweat..
At the finish line, a lei placed around my neck.
The cameras clicked, oh, how the crowd roared!
The joy, rumbled to be once again, adored!
I had ran hill and dale, to be at the top.
Tired of wheelchairs, this just had to, stop.
The winds of the Pacific, cooled my brow.
The past was dead, the time to live was now!
12/27/2021
Panagiota Romios