Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
#Autism
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
449 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
449 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
449 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
449 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
449 reads
8 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
1011 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
1011 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
1011 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
1011 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE
Through trails and tribulations we will go through something's that we will never totally understand, as we may never truly understand as it is lessons that we must learn, for that is the journey of life with lessons to learn. That sometimes changes how we see and live within the depth of our lives. For sometimes we may encounter stumbling blocks, stopping us from going anywhere in our lives whether its forward sometimes just leaving us to go backwards. Yet that shouldn't be the case nor should it matter how you achieve your goals, for ask thyself what is fear for it is only a subconscious...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#PTSD
#nightmares
#Autism
746 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE
Through trails and tribulations we will go through something's that we will never totally understand, as we may never truly understand as it is lessons that we must learn, for that is the journey of life with lessons to learn. That sometimes changes how we see and live within the depth of our lives. For sometimes we may encounter stumbling blocks, stopping us from going anywhere in our lives whether its forward sometimes just leaving us to go backwards. Yet that shouldn't be the case nor should it matter how you achieve your goals, for ask thyself what is fear for it is only a subconscious...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#PTSD
#nightmares
#Autism
746 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
25th Jun 2020 00:49am
JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE
Through trails and tribulations we will go through something's that we will never totally understand, as we may never truly understand as it is lessons that we must learn, for that is the journey of life with lessons to learn. That sometimes changes how we see and live within the depth of our lives. For sometimes we may encounter stumbling blocks, stopping us from going anywhere in our lives whether its forward sometimes just leaving us to go backwards. Yet that shouldn't be the case nor should it matter how you achieve your goals, for ask thyself what is fear for it is only a subconscious...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#PTSD
#nightmares
#Autism
746 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
