Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
#Autism
oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
Momma’s Love is Enough
A momas love sometimes is enough
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
#Autism
#family
#love #mother
#love #mother
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oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
Momma’s Love is Enough
A momas love sometimes is enough
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
#Autism
#family
#love #mother
#love #mother
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oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
Momma’s Love is Enough
A momas love sometimes is enough
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
#Autism
#family
#love #mother
#love #mother
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oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
19th Nov 2024 7:45am
Momma’s Love is Enough
A momas love sometimes is enough
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
Little precious boy he’s my joy
He learns Chinese from grand pa
Around two years old world turns around
He stops talking no vocabulary
Starts grabbing and screaming
Where’s my little Angel
Tell him no and he bangs his head on the wall
Fits of rage and violence
There goes another door damaged
And holes punched out throughout the house
Put him in water and he’s like a dolphin
He’s so good meet special Olympics
Cuts the water with no hesitation ...
#Autism
#family
#love #mother
#love #mother
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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
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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
978 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
978 reads
5 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
Words That Don’t Make Sense
Alone,
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
#Autism
#confessional
#vulnerability
179 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
Words That Don’t Make Sense
Alone,
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
#Autism
#confessional
#vulnerability
179 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
8th Jul 2024 9:57pm
Words That Don’t Make Sense
Alone,
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
#Autism
#confessional
#vulnerability
179 reads
3 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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