Armless Poems - Poems about Armless

The armless Once I had a snack bar selling soft drinks and unhealthy food long hours of total boredom and fattening. I tried to get a drinking license, but a Christian party was in power at that time, said no. One Sunday morning, a young man without arms came in he was drunk, his fly was open, wanted a...

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Corona virus! Beautifully sculptured like a jewel Armless, with bulges of a crown But only those who narrowly escaped With scars of your sharp fangs Can tell the potency of your venom. A merciless human predator Riding on the wings of morning zephyr He rears his tent in the ventilation room Where fresh and expired air mingles Then strangles his preys Left gasping for oxygen Till...

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Snakes are dangerous That's what most people say If you don't startle them They will just slide away If you look closely And study a snake You'll see this presumption is all a mistake Cos they have a head Eyes mouth and a nose They have a tongue But no fingers or toes They don't wear boots And have no use for hose Please don't feel sad for...

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I. The Love of Minds The volume on the desk, The one not claimed by dust or burned By light, will follow her to bed tonight. Its pages will be turned and smothered, Each in turn, so as not to rouse in jealousy The one towards the other. Its spine, Induced to weariness, will rest upon her pillow With the light brown curls...

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In need When I feel lost and in pain, I think of the armless man who came into my café he needed a pee badly Everyone looked up to the ceiling I had hoped a nurse would stand up, where are the nurses when one needs one. I`m no hero, but I helped and since he was armless I...

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Who was the dancer of death ? You went for the kill, and not for the killer. The frail armistice. You launch a drive for the drill. It was more than what? meets the eye. Looks like an Armageddon. You begin in earnest to ward off the paranoia. Nativity was at stake. A captive psyche fights the fading...

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we thrash about in a pool of our bones squirting ink into the eyes of a million long dead ghosts beneath the blackness of our ink we snip off the arms of our sanity one by one by one.... we slowly sink into echoes of our snapping beak...

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In your domain walking with men of straw to immolate myself. If power was sacred why you did not stop the reversing of gender role ? Oh, there was water on Mars streaking like the tears on your face. The apes were coming. There was elation and suspicion. The vortex of existence needs surgery. Unlikeness calls for introspection. I am asking god to pray for me. Satish Verma...

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