Poems about Disability
#disability
Poems about disability includes poetry about living with an impairment or physical disability. Also poems about developmental or intellectual disabilities. Poetry about how society treats disabled people.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
TIME FLIES AS DO I (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
it seems
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
#spiritual
#insomnia
#healing
#disability
#cancer
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
PORCH CHIMES THINKING (4-3-1990; North Park, San Diego, California)
i listen to the porch chimes clinking
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#disability
#cancer
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Mrd
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
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7 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 9:31am
8th Mar 2024 9:31am
God's Forgotten Child
you sware you would reach the stars
but then you hit the wall
a sickness, a tragedy, a poor situation
or all of the above
I remember when you thrived
always said you were the best of us
time wasn't wasted
it was taken
and the sad truth is
you were a fucking champion
yet no one will ever know it
because you had to quit
suffering within your own head
these judgmental fucks say shit
but you can't prove them wrong
you've been crippled
god's forgotten child
I see the fire raging within
how you...
but then you hit the wall
a sickness, a tragedy, a poor situation
or all of the above
I remember when you thrived
always said you were the best of us
time wasn't wasted
it was taken
and the sad truth is
you were a fucking champion
yet no one will ever know it
because you had to quit
suffering within your own head
these judgmental fucks say shit
but you can't prove them wrong
you've been crippled
god's forgotten child
I see the fire raging within
how you...
#frustration
#support
#disability
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4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
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17 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 5:08am
21st Feb 2024 5:08am
HALFWAY THERE (II) (2nd longer revision of original poem; 1-29-1997, East jetty of Flagship Hotel Pier, Galveston, TX)
i took a trolly
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
HALF WAY THERE (I)-(original poem's draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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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
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6 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 1:02am
29th Jan 2024 1:02am
disabling the sky
what if
someone
disabled
the sky,
no more
morning sun,
no happy,
moving clouds,
no rainbows
stretching
out,
the blue
is gone,
there
is nothing,
but i
do not
have
to watch
the sameness
from my
disabled frame,
my mind
will bring
back
the sun,
the clouds,
the rainbows,
and the blue,
everything
will be
here again.
someone
disabled
the sky,
no more
morning sun,
no happy,
moving clouds,
no rainbows
stretching
out,
the blue
is gone,
there
is nothing,
but i
do not
have
to watch
the sameness
from my
disabled frame,
my mind
will bring
back
the sun,
the clouds,
the rainbows,
and the blue,
everything
will be
here again.
#learning
#acceptance
#healing
#disability
#determination
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10 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 2:44pm
13th Dec 2023 2:44pm
The Stutterer and the Blind Man
Mr. Walters is speaking to Mr. Forbes and he is stuttering.
Mr. Forbes is blind, so he depends on his hearing.
He cannot clearly hear what Mr. Walters is saying.
“Is someone talking to me?” Mr. Forbes asked.
“What is he speaking, Spanish or French?” He added.
Mr. Forbes is blind, so he depends on his hearing.
He cannot clearly hear what Mr. Walters is saying.
“Is someone talking to me?” Mr. Forbes asked.
“What is he speaking, Spanish or French?” He added.
#men
#funny
#disability
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 3:04am
2nd Nov 2023 3:04am
i cannot love myself
where is this
section
of night
that found
me sitting,
it began
to fall
over my head,
working
downward,
covering
my senses,
to misunderstand
the hour,
this is
the hours
of lovers,
for lovers
convenience,
i hide my face,
i hide
completely,
i can give
my love away,
but not
to myself.
section
of night
that found
me sitting,
it began
to fall
over my head,
working
downward,
covering
my senses,
to misunderstand
the hour,
this is
the hours
of lovers,
for lovers
convenience,
i hide my face,
i hide
completely,
i can give
my love away,
but not
to myself.
#emptiness
#emotional
#disability
#weakness
#vulnerability
114 reads
6 Comments
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