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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Hanging The Piñata

Hanging The Piñata short poem

The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation

Dream Of You

Dream Of You short poem

Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt

Announcement

Announcement short poem

“State the fact,” he tells the board; “announce mid- morning without warning; too late then to retaliate; say, ‘times change – so on your way; redundancy accompanies age.’” Walks easy through his fortress-grounds of trip- alarms and snarling hounds. Youthful

To My Love

To My Love short poem

The peace that emits and the pain that remains. Closer I get more intense they became. The little soul of mine, savaged inside, was healed and became so light. Intensity of yours, I could never comprehend. The inside you was

Changed

Changed short poem

Her heart is cold like ice Her scars are blood red Lips are smiling while she fights through the pain for which she is fed. One touch of her hand One kiss upon the cheek In your heart she will

Religion As Philosophy

Religion As Philosophy prose poem

Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.

Our Witness- The Pole Star

Our Witness  The Pole Star long poem

The dusk seemed darker than ever, A few stars twinkling here and there. The Pole Star, fixed essentially, giving assurance…. Things are not always as they seem to be. Tossing and turning is the law of existence, None remains untouched,

She Who Never Lived

She Who Never Lived short poem

“Her eyes, they said, sparkled like the stars, Her merry laughter, they said, could be heard from afar. Her hair, they said, fell in dark brown curls, She was the prettiest amongst even the prettiest of girls. Her smile, they

For Soldier

For Soldier prose poem

To our brave men and women in uniform. Well and tonight the candle burns bright for soldier. You are in my prayers and your angels follow you everywhere! I salute you and the red, white and blue. You are my

No Telling

No Telling short poem

A severed head sits upright on mud floor coruscating in moonlight. It was a meditating Buddha with eyes downcast after a perfect death. With indecent exposure there was no artifact to celebrate. The steel was rusted and the name erased

Hymns Of Carnival

Hymns Of Carnival short poem

It walks in with the turn on of the city lights incoming of it helped the roadsiders to brighten their smiles. Presence of it turns the moonlight midnight to the shining dawn. Welcoming tune of it reveals the childhood amusement

Armistice

Armistice short poem

unrearthing the fallen saint you wash your feet and enter the temple of forgotten god: cult of escapc from tangled half- truths with dramatic entry of hysterics you fail to accept yourself, the grieving death – mask transcends a fresco

African Child Day

African Child Day short poem

I’m born African In the sands of Kalahari, the jungles of Southern Africa In the wonders of Nyanga In the heat of Savanna I’m born African. I bear the title of them born and raised In the sands that I

Let go

Let go short poem

When you ripped my mind and watched the fragments fly up around all over, I wonder how the frozen weightlessness of my memories of our past made you feel. Smiling, I let you go, while you still tried to melt

O My Friend Jerry

O My Friend Jerry ode

O my friend Jerry, You are a sweet cherry. You have perfected your life, After a great great strife. You have maintained self discipline, Marking your life neat and clean. As a poet I can understand you, For you are

A Broom’s Prayer

A Brooms Prayer prose poem

Often have I swept the floor, the veranda, the yard and all the passages of the house. I do not know whether as dedication or devotion the rough hand of the housewife has, by my daily use, swept our household

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty

Suppressed

Suppressed long poem

Oh how I miss you my old friend, the lonely nights we would spend. Painting my arm red staining the bed. Your cold touch Oh I loved it so much. Now you are gone, It’s been so long. Tears flowing

A Wish

A Wish short poem

O comforting tree! Neither I need your fruits Nor your blossoms, Want only a bit of your shade Tired I am To take rest under your shade, Then will leave Travel I have to I will keep travelling. O lovely