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

Homing

Homing short poem

Like each dropp of your humbleness engulfing my urbanite woes; the graffiti emerges in tender grace to resurrect a windmill. My spirit, the abode of small birds carrying the sunset on its back was returning home for the final- sleep

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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Deep Caverns

Deep Caverns short poem

In the deep dark caverns of my mind I go to visit all the time. I often slip and fall in some treacherous pit But up I get and down I sit To regroup and, revise my plan I contemplate

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

My Curriculum Vitae

My Curriculum Vitae long poem

Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Ear

Ear short poem

EAR Ear is meant to hear On hearing Romantic tunes Ear tunes the heart On hearing nice words Ear soothes the mind On hearing soft voice Ear brightens the eyes On hearing appreciative words Ear brightens the mood On hearing

Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace long poem

Thou bare beauty’s bride of immortals Thou enrapt silence of mystery, who can’t tell thy flowery history And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration thou bear, All profuse versifiers to thy truth begotten, They lie; of thy mystic gracious beauty, swear.

Sentiments In Print

Sentiments In Print short poem

Words I write, sentiments in print. Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet! The world outside is an impersonal act, The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights, Of soaring kites, to gaze at star

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Little Lady

Little Lady long poem

Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year

Left Behind

Left Behind short poem

Remember the day we met? Our hearts beating fast But minds were set Everything else was last I made you mine You made me yours’ There were many signs Love was at the front door Now I’m broke My face

Dawn And Dusk

Dawn And Dusk short poem

Dawn Every time I think to take rest forever, Every time you come, To wake me up, To give purpose to my path. Dusk You are not the only one at spot, Even I need to grow adjunct to absolution,

The Tree

The Tree short poem

I can feel the warm sunshine bathing me in light Comfortable, joyful, pure I see bright green grass, soft on my feet Lush and cool Comforting I am happy here I smile here I sit in the tree Never really

Music Fills My Heart

Music Fills My Heart ballad

When we hum and lose the tune We always have hated it Enjoying the music And tapping our enjoying feet! Music fills my heart,music fills my ears With drums and beat It may begin With hums and vocals it may

A Roaring Winter Morning

A Roaring Winter Morning short poem

Like a jumbo jet bearing down with a terrible personal gravity an intention to harm as in one of those unreasonable nightmares that treats you like a relative visiting as it wills tree tops thrash spotlight painting the blacktop lurching

Hot Southern Nights

Hot Southern Nights prose poem

During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful Game of Major League Baseball on the radio. O, there

Encore

Encore sonnet poems

Night, oh playwright, to the soul’s loneliness I quest every line, beneath your cover One to recite, for heart’s harmonious So my part may be played — with another But stages, — life — dropped her encore curtain How heavied

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood prose poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I born to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood born for begging?” I had no answer

Silence

Silence prose poem

Do not read my words but silence for my words hold no meaning but my silence does, I will sell my words but silence will I keep for my silence is precious , I will search new meanings of silence