Wheelchair Poems - Poems about Wheelchair

...Old growth forests are a sight to behold Humans wiping them out makes me angry Politicos who support this can go to Hell Angel Oaks,giant cedars and Redwoods ......Read the rest...

...Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated Steely Dan sing queen (me) outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary after Grahame Wood determined to meet the evolving needs of the communi......Read the rest...

...Samantha my cat is a little bit stressed, with strangers coming in and out of our nest.. She likes my wheelchair, her new spot to rest, it's soft cushy pillow she finds the best.. When I'm asleep......Read the rest...

... When the perennial gate of Heaven opens wide, When your soul is set free to softly drift inside, You won’t need that wheelchair up here. Follow the clear bright light. I’ll be waiting my......Read the rest...

...No edifice harbors more profound silence than this, Each door creaks with a mournful cadence as if bearing the weight of years. The stairs emit a plaintive screech, echoing the passage of time. Al......Read the rest...

... “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......Read the rest...

...A voice of pure honey Too bad you have that face Busking in this alley Seems an appropriate place You are so skilled Woodcarving is in your soul Without that wheelchair You could be free to ......Read the rest...

...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 Bod......Read the rest...

...“Mice” is nice but might be called “mouses” if a couple is next to a screen and there is no screaming from me except in excitement at my selection. That Razer Viper V2 Pro so light and quick u......Read the rest...

...Here come old grandpa He come movin' up slowly He got, big-a-belly He got, roley-poley He got, hair...on his ears He got to be a grandpa he lived so many years He drink- no more, moon......Read the rest...

...How would I have any idea what I think, if I couldn’t read my own poetry? When I sit to write poetry, my mind transforms the blank screen into a flurry of words and then sometimes a story that I had......Read the rest...

...Yesterday, I paid my dues to my conscience by blocking the traffic in support of ceasefire. But, my conscience is like a tough tax collector, demanding action every day. At the rally I saw a Viet......Read the rest...

...Escape I don’t think this rushed market ever knows vacation. Even vehicles walk through that crowd. Flowers at a low cost are buy-able at noon, but you should be early to buy fresh flowers. Th......Read the rest...

...His exuberance overwhelmed all that met him. He was joyful every minute of every day He loved life and everything that beset him. The missing rabbit that the neighbors bought their daughter fo......Read the rest...

...Oh Contention civil liberties that I so mention enduring the cooperating social groups non-functional non-binary confused disrupted abused circumstance non-existent analytical di......Read the rest...