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.
Beyond The Stigma
Disability doesn’t come for free
It’s not free from
Ignorance
Bullying
Stress
Lack of self worth
Maybe it’s meant to be
To be a martyr
Pave the way
For those that will follow
So they won’t feel the pain
The right of acceptance is a battle
There’s no emergency here
Just a single spastic
Once stamped on
There will be no more trouble
What remains undercover
Becomes normal behaviour
It’s not free from
Ignorance
Bullying
Stress
Lack of self worth
Maybe it’s meant to be
To be a martyr
Pave the way
For those that will follow
So they won’t feel the pain
The right of acceptance is a battle
There’s no emergency here
Just a single spastic
Once stamped on
There will be no more trouble
What remains undercover
Becomes normal behaviour
#acceptance
#Autism
#bullying #disability
#bullying #disability
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you have to laugh
even as I face my own terror
I see the humour in it
isn’t easy to walk down the street with a head
full of panic
and this pair of knees
I see the humour in it
isn’t easy to walk down the street with a head
full of panic
and this pair of knees
#disability
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The Tyranny Of Indifference
We will stamp on you
Till you comply
Don’t complain
We write the rules
Just roll over and die
We own the workhouses
No breaks for you
Shut up and do
Slaves have no say
Forget fairness
It’s a fascist regime
Wear the patch
Take the beatings
You’re the reason
Everything has gone wrong
You are not human
Don’t deserve thought
It’s our leash
We pull it
You choke to the command
Strain what strain
You are weak
It don’t matter if you snap ...
Till you comply
Don’t complain
We write the rules
Just roll over and die
We own the workhouses
No breaks for you
Shut up and do
Slaves have no say
Forget fairness
It’s a fascist regime
Wear the patch
Take the beatings
You’re the reason
Everything has gone wrong
You are not human
Don’t deserve thought
It’s our leash
We pull it
You choke to the command
Strain what strain
You are weak
It don’t matter if you snap ...
#Autism
#disability
#manipulation #oppression
#manipulation #oppression
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ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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Autism Alphabet: Shelf Marked Identity
categorized ~ like
a library book ~ with an
identifying code
a library book ~ with an
identifying code
#Autism
#disability
#identity #senryu
#identity #senryu
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the net and hordes
you are new to me no matter the length of stay
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
#anger
#disability
#frustration
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those people
those people,
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
#anxiety
#disability
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Metamorphoses
The transformation from a
Walking to a wheeling person
Opened the gate to a
Dark night of the soul
How I missed dancing
Playing volleyball
Riding my bike and
Roaming the woods!
Shame swallowed me
Self-pity drowned me in tears
Self-hatred got the best of me
Failure threw me into an abyss
Looking into the mirror
I saw a weak disabled body
Craving desperately my attention
Merciless I turned away
When I was at my lowest
An angel in the shape of a man
Stepped into my life and...
Walking to a wheeling person
Opened the gate to a
Dark night of the soul
How I missed dancing
Playing volleyball
Riding my bike and
Roaming the woods!
Shame swallowed me
Self-pity drowned me in tears
Self-hatred got the best of me
Failure threw me into an abyss
Looking into the mirror
I saw a weak disabled body
Craving desperately my attention
Merciless I turned away
When I was at my lowest
An angel in the shape of a man
Stepped into my life and...
#disability
#illness
#vulnerability
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Caustic Authenticity
Can’t pretend to be autistic
I just am
This abnormality is caustic
Don’t you fret
It’s not contagious
Why tolerate
When you can isolate
It’s way better
Inclusion is just a
R I
T N
S G
of letters
I just am
This abnormality is caustic
Don’t you fret
It’s not contagious
Why tolerate
When you can isolate
It’s way better
Inclusion is just a
R I
T N
S G
of letters
#Autism
#disability
#identity #MentalHealth
#identity #MentalHealth
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DARK DESERT HIGH NOON (around 1988-(?); in my tiny garage apartment; Leucadia, California)
how many more tiny rooms
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
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Grime
Much like everything in life
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
#confessional
#depression
#grief
#myself
#disability
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first light
the haunting capricious shadow of darkness
scatters down windswept streets
darting in and out of alleyways
knowing all the shortcuts
light fades
silhouetting icy breath
the high tide of regret
spilling over the river bank
piling up in empty lots
hiding in dead ends
face turned away from passers by
eliciting no invitations
preferring it’s own company
yet fancying itself a good listener
learning much
knowing when to intercede
when hope is lost
washed up on the rocks
wading out into itself ...
scatters down windswept streets
darting in and out of alleyways
knowing all the shortcuts
light fades
silhouetting icy breath
the high tide of regret
spilling over the river bank
piling up in empty lots
hiding in dead ends
face turned away from passers by
eliciting no invitations
preferring it’s own company
yet fancying itself a good listener
learning much
knowing when to intercede
when hope is lost
washed up on the rocks
wading out into itself ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#disability
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