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
195 reads
6 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
195 reads
6 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
195 reads
6 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
195 reads
6 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
195 reads
6 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:29pm
17th Apr 2024 6:29pm
Stay Tuned In
no hidden
agenda
behind these eyes
straight
in your face
honesty
please
don't curb
my voice
it always
needs to say
those things
tiny
exploding
tine bomb thoughts
are simply
mine traps
i step on
just making
normal connections
becomes harder
wondering
what barriers will be
smashed this day
stay tuned
for another
horror show
as bloody
words keep
popping out
agenda
behind these eyes
straight
in your face
honesty
please
don't curb
my voice
it always
needs to say
those things
tiny
exploding
tine bomb thoughts
are simply
mine traps
i step on
just making
normal connections
becomes harder
wondering
what barriers will be
smashed this day
stay tuned
for another
horror show
as bloody
words keep
popping out
#Autism
#NaPoWriMo2024
58 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:29pm
17th Apr 2024 6:29pm
Stay Tuned In
no hidden
agenda
behind these eyes
straight
in your face
honesty
please
don't curb
my voice
it always
needs to say
those things
tiny
exploding
tine bomb thoughts
are simply
mine traps
i step on
just making
normal connections
becomes harder
wondering
what barriers will be
smashed this day
stay tuned
for another
horror show
as bloody
words keep
popping out
agenda
behind these eyes
straight
in your face
honesty
please
don't curb
my voice
it always
needs to say
those things
tiny
exploding
tine bomb thoughts
are simply
mine traps
i step on
just making
normal connections
becomes harder
wondering
what barriers will be
smashed this day
stay tuned
for another
horror show
as bloody
words keep
popping out
#Autism
#NaPoWriMo2024
58 reads
4 Comments
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
579 reads
5 Comments
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
579 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
Last Night on Revolution Road
Last night she came home with tears in her eyes
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
#love
#children
#Autism
123 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
Last Night on Revolution Road
Last night she came home with tears in her eyes
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
#love
#children
#Autism
123 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
2nd Dec 2023 7:20pm
Last Night on Revolution Road
Last night she came home with tears in her eyes
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
#love
#children
#Autism
123 reads
2 Comments
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