Wheelchair Poems - Poems about Wheelchair

There are a few people who motivate me When I walk in the gym to workout I see Balances of challenges a sea of humanity Some with limbs that don’t move normally The woman in wheel chair with a green smile She’s moving and meeting her own goals now The man using his walker has courage so loud That inspires the...

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The other day a memory I hadn’t thought about in years came to me from wherever my memories are stored… as I helped push a man in a wheelchair in through the hospital doors. Back when I was in college (and I had a lot more hair) I heard about a boy with cerebral palsy confined to a wheelchair. Bobby...

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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....

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“Let’s fly together I’m the pilot; you’re the stewardess…” Such is articulated by my special child! Thus, we soar beyond clouds inside his wheelchair-turned space craft. Devoid of wings, there we zoom toward the stars enthralled by celestial bodies midst triumphant glee. Exploring freedom with zest we bow gratefully to God praising Him midst miracles acknowledging His specialization for impossibilities*... Concluding our journey we meet angels of...

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Wheels unstoppable Enabled inspiration Determined The gentlemen called “WHEELCHAIR LOUIE” He lifts heavy weight to keep in shape, and not look like an ape Wheelchair Louie is into Wheelchair Bodybuilding to compete in Bodybuilding shows along with his brethren Wheelchair muscles of the fittest He trains at “ENERGIZE GYM” to work out and enhance his muscles into proportion Transform and intensify growth You would...

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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...

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Over there in the wheelchair sits a kid that can barely talk, his legs are weak and I think he wishes that he could walk. And on my bus he rides to school every single day, he has the right to education I say. There is that girl also in the chair she sits and laughs and laughs because words she cannot share. And...

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Away on a wheelchair no fear on his face my special child triumphs to win trials’ race. He zooms for improvement along growth delight and surmounts hindrances to soar midst faith-flight. By his transport freedom he moves well with zest Driving persistently to reach success crest. Praying with thanksgiving* grateful for God’s care my child sweetly hugs me to show his love’s share. *Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but...

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Just today I seen a beautiful girl with glasses on Sat outside a pub in a wheelchair Whilst I out driving passed her With what I took as a look of despair Behind those glasses in her eyes And it made me almost want to cry for her Knowing not the sense of what she must feel like And having to...

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He scooped and he packed He rolled me good and round, When all was done, I stood there Only three feet off the ground I had wondered why... Why did this teenage boy, Build me up this way No bigger than a toy? No bigger than his dog In fact, we saw eye to eye, I looked around for answers And still I wondered why? Then I...

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Oh, love, My father, my brother, my uncle, my friend, my love Why must "hello" always end with "goodbye?" I hold back my tears, making it hard not to cry But why? I try and try and try To understand, but I can't answer the "why." Your chair is still empty I can't stand to hear the sympathy Just the thought of your absence...

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Driving self-maneuvered wheels with delight Exuberant freedom pushes his might Thrilled midst propelling zest Conquering ailment pest Special child cheers Mom in her prayer* flight. *Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. February 18, 2022 5th place, "A New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick" Poetry Writing...

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The old man gazed at the sun about to set And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea Scratching his head with tremulous hands And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face He held once more tight to his wheel chair Casually he had a glance at his hands Those dry, weak and shriveled hands Gone wrinkled...

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found it hard to bare when riding in a wheelchair should handle with care trump does seem to stink had seen him when he would wink slid down drain in sink death perpatrated that they initiated had been ill fated no longer pollute vaccine in arms they should shoot Trump things did dispute Trump always gambles turned country into shambles on golf course rambles never gave a rip out of...

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This poem belongs to all the children who will never know the joy of running on a beach and getting sand between their toes. Told from the perspective of a 12-year-old boy, wheelchair-bound. I know a place where the stars kiss the sea; and fish sing all night in cool harmony. Where golden crystals, sparkling in the sand are polished each...

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