Least Read Poems About Disability
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 8:58pm
15th Apr 2025 8:58pm
EL DOLORCITO
Tengo un dolorcito
Entre medio de los dos huesitos
Del vertabrae celebral
Que ya no me deja ni celebrar
Sino admitirme al hospital general.
El dolorcito
Entre los dos huesitos
Tiene un pulsar del corazoncito
Que me late al ratito
Como revoltillo de un batido
Hasta llegar a molestar mi pobre brazito.
De vez en cuando me es de fastidio
Aunque se rian la gente como basilo
Pero necesito un medico y no asilo
Para que investiguen la causa del dolorcito
Centrado en el huequito
Entre medio de...
Entre medio de los dos huesitos
Del vertabrae celebral
Que ya no me deja ni celebrar
Sino admitirme al hospital general.
El dolorcito
Entre los dos huesitos
Tiene un pulsar del corazoncito
Que me late al ratito
Como revoltillo de un batido
Hasta llegar a molestar mi pobre brazito.
De vez en cuando me es de fastidio
Aunque se rian la gente como basilo
Pero necesito un medico y no asilo
Para que investiguen la causa del dolorcito
Centrado en el huequito
Entre medio de...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth #weakness
#MentalHealth #weakness
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Mrd
Poem Published
Today 3:30am
Today 3:30am
dreaming of mother
it did not happen that way
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep
beneath the bed or...
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep
beneath the bed or...
#addiction
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Mrd
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:47am
Yesterday 00:47am
Lost in Translation
Mr Yang on the other side
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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Mrd
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
Penultimate
1/30
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
#anxiety
#disability
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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1 Comment
yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
6. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
my ears; jurassic lying dogs
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
#technology
#politics
#sacrifice #disability
#sacrifice #disability
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
Some Cure
I could, I could point
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
#violence
#politics
#war
#MentalHealth
#disability
16 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 4:00pm
6th Feb 2019 4:00pm
the Deaf in the Garage
Tell me what
is my sound.
Does it astound?
What is my voice,
is it made of a vise
of melting ice?
Tell me,
how do I sound?
Is it murmurs of
the paint cans just in case?
Does it whisper like
the tools hung
on the pegboard?
Does your ear
detect hisses
of muddy cat paws
on the car?
Do you remember
the hush-hush
of the dress you wore
to your great-something
mother’s wake?
Does it cheer like
the tiki-torches ...
is my sound.
Does it astound?
What is my voice,
is it made of a vise
of melting ice?
Tell me,
how do I sound?
Is it murmurs of
the paint cans just in case?
Does it whisper like
the tools hung
on the pegboard?
Does your ear
detect hisses
of muddy cat paws
on the car?
Do you remember
the hush-hush
of the dress you wore
to your great-something
mother’s wake?
Does it cheer like
the tiki-torches ...
#disability
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11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 10:22pm
31st Dec 2018 10:22pm
Missed Connections
The non-signaler in traffic,
or every half-met greeting, a reservation
is set for them in the Pit. Fumbled
stroll charged by creosote aroma, over
the bridge a spiked heat. Uncontrollable,
tar, dough. Expanded wood, the jammed door,
loosely bundled sock and your shoe hanging
off the toe, blustering, declaring
sensational soon-to-split irri-ta-tion.
Some kitchens are pristine and ours
grind crumbs in the bulk while we
are darkly snuggled, an irrigation into beds,
underneath our feet and on the verge
of farmhouse...
or every half-met greeting, a reservation
is set for them in the Pit. Fumbled
stroll charged by creosote aroma, over
the bridge a spiked heat. Uncontrollable,
tar, dough. Expanded wood, the jammed door,
loosely bundled sock and your shoe hanging
off the toe, blustering, declaring
sensational soon-to-split irri-ta-tion.
Some kitchens are pristine and ours
grind crumbs in the bulk while we
are darkly snuggled, an irrigation into beds,
underneath our feet and on the verge
of farmhouse...
#anxiety
#identity
#humankind
#inequality
#disability
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11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
i'm a plant
as much as they jostle and elbow
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
#anxiety
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#disability
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11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
the title has been kept by the deity of lost objects
In being direct, I am trying to erect a border.
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
#friendship
#memories
#art #disability
#art #disability
24 reads
11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 2:07am
10th Mar 2019 2:07am
Ultraviolet
the parrot delights
even speeches even the rooster
sharpens you out of sleep
the beak parts and serrates
the mouth clay and i must trust
in high spirits all i see
are ghosting the outlines
the essence on walls
i must see see must i
it seems odd the invisible
narrowed to a box above aural
and the dark relied
from the canal's drums are it
them conquering aura has a grunt
we are mime become anti wind
that box we form...
even speeches even the rooster
sharpens you out of sleep
the beak parts and serrates
the mouth clay and i must trust
in high spirits all i see
are ghosting the outlines
the essence on walls
i must see see must i
it seems odd the invisible
narrowed to a box above aural
and the dark relied
from the canal's drums are it
them conquering aura has a grunt
we are mime become anti wind
that box we form...
#identity
#inequality
#disability
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26 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Dec 2018 11:14pm
24th Dec 2018 11:14pm
an elementary of souls
the numbers remain fixed in the universe
so how do we account for our
over-population as extinction blooms,
sprawling souls whose numbers flat-lined
await critical mass in a line
whistling it seems,
I wouldn’t know, transfixed as eyes
of an in-between upon pyramid guavas: gaudy
crumbs and forgetful America, the dinosaurs
have somewhere to reenter, I hope I hold
a leftover of the Dreadnoughtus, alas the queue
is as long as the stars continue
to thin
out, they had to...
so how do we account for our
over-population as extinction blooms,
sprawling souls whose numbers flat-lined
await critical mass in a line
whistling it seems,
I wouldn’t know, transfixed as eyes
of an in-between upon pyramid guavas: gaudy
crumbs and forgetful America, the dinosaurs
have somewhere to reenter, I hope I hold
a leftover of the Dreadnoughtus, alas the queue
is as long as the stars continue
to thin
out, they had to...
#rebirth
#evolution
#magic
#philosophical
#disability
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