Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
#Autism
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
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Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
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Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
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Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
15 reads
0 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
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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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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
1018 reads
5 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
1018 reads
5 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
1018 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 10:00pm
Today 10:00pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
I think I’ve been preparing for the inevitable
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
#Autism
#death
#family #grief
#family #grief
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 10:00pm
Today 10:00pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
I think I’ve been preparing for the inevitable
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
#Autism
#death
#family #grief
#family #grief
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 10:00pm
Today 10:00pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
I think I’ve been preparing for the inevitable
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
#Autism
#death
#family #grief
#family #grief
1 read
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