Poems About Autism Seeking Honest Critique
#Autism
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:09am
21st May 2020 4:09am
Autism - A Story About A Boy
. They live in a world you may not understand but their love and affection trumps any inner imperfections.”
I spoke to a mother
she grieves of her son
he’s just a boy with a smile
with love for everyone
first time we met
his arms were wide
he asked for a hug
I broke down and cried
I did what he asked
he’s just a boy, doesn’t know
he’s different then most
yet he'll be judged till he’s old
got the world ahead of him
but he'll be stuck in a place
like a permanent dream
where no one can relate ...
I spoke to a mother
she grieves of her son
he’s just a boy with a smile
with love for everyone
first time we met
his arms were wide
he asked for a hug
I broke down and cried
I did what he asked
he’s just a boy, doesn’t know
he’s different then most
yet he'll be judged till he’s old
got the world ahead of him
but he'll be stuck in a place
like a permanent dream
where no one can relate ...
#Autism
#MentalHealth
#misunderstood
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
SUFFERING WITHIN SILENCE
In this cold hard cycle of life, there are those of us who suffer in silence afraid of reveiling our true self to the world around us afraid of being judge by others, by those who have not fully understood nor understand what is it like to be us living a daily life of trying to be accepted by the world for who and what we are to thyself. For we are no more different then you even though we appear to be normal, but yet we suffer with an mental inbalance just trying to fit within a society that frowns upon those of us that are different those, who are different in mind and emotions but yet we...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 2:28pm
13th Jan 2020 2:28pm
To Oochie Wally
I’m sorry for the times I screamed,
For the times I didn’t understand our genes,
Because in the beginning I didn’t know there something was wrong,
When you kept repeating everything you heard and went along,
Echoing every word I said,
Echoing every word I said.
Oh, your face.
I remember that time we sat in the restaurant,
When the band started playing right up front,
And even though I knew the music was loud,
You started crying so hard in the crowd,
I didn’t know what was wrong,
I didn’t know what was wrong. ...
For the times I didn’t understand our genes,
Because in the beginning I didn’t know there something was wrong,
When you kept repeating everything you heard and went along,
Echoing every word I said,
Echoing every word I said.
Oh, your face.
I remember that time we sat in the restaurant,
When the band started playing right up front,
And even though I knew the music was loud,
You started crying so hard in the crowd,
I didn’t know what was wrong,
I didn’t know what was wrong. ...
#family
#son
#Autism
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8 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
Those Colorful Puzzle Pieces
I've noticed and been told,
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
#happiness
#identity
#power
#MentalHealth
#Autism
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3 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 12:29pm
20th Sep 2019 12:29pm
Running Water
Little ol on the spectrum me,
trying to be something I am not,
a mother.
How do I? What do I do?
There's a human, a son
he needs affection
not deflection
yet why is it beyond me?
I haven't grown since 15,
stunted, emotionally
and sadly this is all I can be
I've tried, I think.
Not sure of the right time
to reach for a hug so I don't
I talk shit because I am good at it
words are all I have, they are not enough
and break people.
The last time I hugged my best friend
was the day we...
trying to be something I am not,
a mother.
How do I? What do I do?
There's a human, a son
he needs affection
not deflection
yet why is it beyond me?
I haven't grown since 15,
stunted, emotionally
and sadly this is all I can be
I've tried, I think.
Not sure of the right time
to reach for a hug so I don't
I talk shit because I am good at it
words are all I have, they are not enough
and break people.
The last time I hugged my best friend
was the day we...
#family
#LifeStruggles
#water
#TruthOfLife
#Autism
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 1:02am
16th Sep 2019 1:02am
Understanding Chaos
By the time I realised
the puddle wasn't deep enough,
I was already diving.
A coiled serpent
displaced inside a ripple,
only going out to come back in
shedding my skins,
expressions I took
from where faces begin.
Nerves that strobe through conversations,
tin foil touches rubbed on metal filled teeth,
beneath my smile a whirlpool waits
to swallow each day,
the management of traits.
A clever chameleon
only walks on one colour
his tongue doesn't take the snow flake,
hides all day, awake all night ...
the puddle wasn't deep enough,
I was already diving.
A coiled serpent
displaced inside a ripple,
only going out to come back in
shedding my skins,
expressions I took
from where faces begin.
Nerves that strobe through conversations,
tin foil touches rubbed on metal filled teeth,
beneath my smile a whirlpool waits
to swallow each day,
the management of traits.
A clever chameleon
only walks on one colour
his tongue doesn't take the snow flake,
hides all day, awake all night ...
#MentalHealth
#Autism
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5 Comments
MisanthropicShynes
Poem Published
21st Dec 2017 6:06pm
21st Dec 2017 6:06pm
Autism Stimming
I walk through the street flapping my hands.
I sit at a bus shelter rocking back and forth.
My arms sway of their own free will.
My legs move around and sway me.
I bounce happily from side to side.
People stop and stare but I don't care.
Why do you look so shocked?
It won't hurt you will it?
You should try it, it's relaxing.
I sit at a bus shelter rocking back and forth.
My arms sway of their own free will.
My legs move around and sway me.
I bounce happily from side to side.
People stop and stare but I don't care.
Why do you look so shocked?
It won't hurt you will it?
You should try it, it's relaxing.
#Autism
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8 Comments
FPulver
Poem Published
19th Mar 2014 1:13pm
19th Mar 2014 1:13pm
Just Imagine, what it is like to be me (Autism)
I am not blind
Even though there are times it seems like I can’t see
I am not deaf
Even though there are times it seems like I can’t hear
I can speak
Even though it is hard for me to get out the words
I can feel
Even though it is feel like nothing is there
I can think
Even though it seems like no thoughts are there
I am not trapped
Even though it feels like I am shackled and can’t run free
Try to see the things through to my eyes
Try to see the things through ears
Try to feel things with my hands
Try to see the things...
Even though there are times it seems like I can’t see
I am not deaf
Even though there are times it seems like I can’t hear
I can speak
Even though it is hard for me to get out the words
I can feel
Even though it is feel like nothing is there
I can think
Even though it seems like no thoughts are there
I am not trapped
Even though it feels like I am shackled and can’t run free
Try to see the things through to my eyes
Try to see the things through ears
Try to feel things with my hands
Try to see the things...
#Autism
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Naajir
Poem Published
14th Jun 2013 3:10am
14th Jun 2013 3:10am
My Little Heaven
I wonder...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
#daughter
#Autism
#fatherhood
1587 reads
32 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2012 2:50pm
3rd Apr 2012 2:50pm
Memories of Ben
He’s ten years old
Pokemon hyper-focused
Quoting statistics I can’t comprehend
All I can remember is Pikachu
While he’s all over it
Glued to the television set
Eyes alight with childlike joy
Consumed by an obsession
I just nod and agree with
Lost somewhere in the upgrades
And it’s all about red cars
Specifically convertibles
Counting every one we pass
His hands pressed against
The car window in delight
Which is better than the constant
“Are we there yet?”
When he’s bored and...
Pokemon hyper-focused
Quoting statistics I can’t comprehend
All I can remember is Pikachu
While he’s all over it
Glued to the television set
Eyes alight with childlike joy
Consumed by an obsession
I just nod and agree with
Lost somewhere in the upgrades
And it’s all about red cars
Specifically convertibles
Counting every one we pass
His hands pressed against
The car window in delight
Which is better than the constant
“Are we there yet?”
When he’s bored and...
#family
#memories
#disability #Autism
#disability #Autism
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