Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
#Autism
oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
Autistic Genius
Autistic Genius
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
#Autism
#heroic
#power
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
Autistic Genius
Autistic Genius
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
#Autism
#heroic
#power
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
Autistic Genius
Autistic Genius
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
He’s A Genius not against you and me
He’s a Genius I can’t touch with a thought
He’s a Genius solving human problems
He’s a Genius no one saw
He’s the Genius that lives in all of us
He’s the Genius being bullied upon
He’s a Genius different autistic superhero
Guess somewhere late at night think about
Before we lay down to bed and dream asleep
He’s the genius of you and me
Autistic and proud as shit
Sensitive brain wired a little different ...
#Autism
#heroic
#power
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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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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
987 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
987 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
987 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
367 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
367 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
367 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
367 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
367 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Autism Published by Members Recently Online
