Crippled Poems

Crippled poems bring the best collection of short and long crippled poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great crippled rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these crippled poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on crippled are here for you.

The Crooked Tree Poem

The Crooked Tree Poem short poem

Oh Lord Almighty!! as I stand here crippled I complain to thee!! for making me crooked I look around, everything’s so nice You have filled me with only vice!! All trees flowers birds and bees Oh I envy all of

Poems containing references to : Crippled

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles in drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain Broken chain in chain less chain All loss terms hurriedly into gaiTraged Without destination fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of heart

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles being made in summer drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain broken chain In chainless chain all loss termed into gain Without destination, fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of

Knock

Knock short poem

Like a long forgotten melody wrapped in the mist of time bringing back all the memories good and bad alike you knocked at my door again and sent me reeling into the past long forgotten long lost, long left why

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Where My Heart Lies!

Where My Heart Lies! short poem

To the south lies my heart Torn and ripped, never to be whole My mind and body crippled with pain, of the memories of closeness of being one And yet to stay away brings darkness So I embrace the pain

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

Reality

Reality short poem

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

Imaginary Woman

Imaginary Woman elegy

July 14th, 2015 I loved her an age before I discovered, That she was an imaginary woman, Dancing in the background of my reality, Smiling in my dreams whenever I dreamt, Soothing my grief whenever I wept Stripping the passion

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Evolution

Evolution short poem

I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them

Ode To Dagga

Ode To Dagga ode

Come back to me. I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch. You make me blush, I miss you in my lungs. Come back to me. You fill the void that you re-create, Every time I let you escape, From a

Welts Of Dispair

Welts Of Dispair short poem

Walls slowly closing in So fixated on the seams of the tiles Till they faded Cold and wet Longing for warmth But the lights dimmed And the body left jaded The heat of the fast flowing blood Did not give

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

What Best You Can Do

What Best You Can Do prose poem

Up against her What best you can do Forget the last letter of her name To wonder how she would be an incomplete sigh; Double back thereafter, gently Rid yourself of the first letter … This will remind you Too

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

Faulkner Going Home

Faulkner Going Home prose poem

Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café Dust and floorboards with cockroaches Coffee like pain from the slave trade French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain Spanish gables sigh like lost angels We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy

Mother

Mother short poem

With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed And tears rolling down cheeks. My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her. I want to forget all the pain she had left

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Hear My Call!

Hear My Call! short poem

“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they

Wild Feelings

Wild Feelings prose poem

Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why

Echoing Emotions.

Echoing Emotions. short poem

The ocean of emotions, Are like the waves, Kissing the shore, With the tides returning, To bring back the feelings, Long lost and forgotten. Rolling like the waves, And dancing in sheer bliss, As they overlap the other, Rippling in

Scars Of Life

Scars Of Life short poem

Want to shed the knowledge far from the strings and becoming myself again. Can you catch the time slipped from your hands when you were chasing the tiger? Phrases were still burning like white phosphorus on my forehead. Where do

Another Day

Another Day short poem

The ocean breeze blew through my hair On it, a hint of magnolias Or was that the incense you were burning At the altar of your daily prayer Filled my lungs with the dusks’ freshness The dance of the chimes

Puppets on Strings

Puppets on Strings short poem

None our own devices in any scheme of things We all are but nothing than puppets on strings With advent designed for a set time on stage All expectedly ordained impossible to rearrange Often get manipulated and to probable comply

We Are No Different

We Are No Different long poem

We are no different You and I I saw your fingers hesitate to pull the trigger on innocent satyagrahis And when you did, you shut your eyes tight You saw me lift the weightless body of my son And when

These Tears

These Tears long poem

You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

The Moody

The Moody short poem

Nothing is as beautiful, As the rays of the Sun on a Wintry morning… Nothing uplifts the mood, than reading humorous words enchantingly put in an Article… Nothing uplifts you the way your best friends trying to cheer you up

I Am Unique

I Am Unique long poem

Let no one understand me as long as I believe myself. Let no one appreciate me as long as I love myself. Let no one say I am beautiful as long as I value myself. Let no one say I

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

Once Too Often

Once Too Often short poem

Today- a new thought came my way and though I knew it well- I heard it say so you’ve crawled back in your shell- to stay? until someone reaches out to you? unknown to me you came upon the mask

Our Unborn Child

Our Unborn Child long poem

I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul. You will soon enter our lives, and make our lives complete and whole. I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task. It

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I

I Will

I Will short poem

You left my soul bleeding my heart shattered my body aching my brain battered. Just like that no explanation, not a word I never thought you could be so cold. I know it was not always right but I have

Fireflies

Fireflies short poem

A pagan will search for antiparticles after a collective wrong: some tantric will throw up the smoke rings before the paean starts. Come, stand beside me, sadness is going to find me again on the oak tree. A hairy spirit

Cleansing

Cleansing short poem

It was a removed behavioral aspect of a vivisection; the moon had left the grey anatomy of earth. Crazy, yes the system shows sheer lunacy. The prudence was chasing a smoke. A long winged golden eagle soars high for a

My Opinion

My Opinion short poem

Opinions like onions The word on the street Expressions of impressions Sometimes don’t come so cheap Openly flaunted Or tongue in cheek A message in disguise Mailed, blogged or in a tweet A picture posted With no form of retreat

Winter

Winter short poem

Winter is witnessing the mysterious slumber Silence is peculiarly sharp and scandalizing. And the polar bears are all happy in their sleep. Hunting is a time game of the predator. Winner lives and the other loses to hunger. Northern Cardinals,