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.
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 6:34pm
23rd Sep 2024 6:34pm
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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Sappho
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 9:18am
13th Sep 2024 9:18am
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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8 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 7:05am
4th Sep 2024 7:05am
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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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
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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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
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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6 Comments
down2dirt
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 8:23pm
7th Aug 2024 8:23pm
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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2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
Baby Mine is still the saddest song in Dumbo
when I was a kid,
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
#LifeStruggles
#motherhood
#nature
#suffering
#disability
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1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 5:25am
21st Jul 2024 5:25am
EXCEPT FOR THIS SONG THE CRICKETS SING (Jamaica Beach beach house, 10-6-1991; 1st poem I wrote after moving back to TX)
well here i am
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
#death
#disability
#illness
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 10:36am
7th Jul 2024 10:36am
Debilitated
I've been disabled for a long time now. Since I was 23 years old. The social security people knew something was wrong when I was going to the psych ward multiple times in a row all due to losing a guy who wasn't worth a damn.
The doctor at the hospital diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder in 2016 and about 2 or 3 other things. I was finally being able to put a name to my issues although at the time, I didn't really know what it all meant. I just know I felt like a cause no longer worth fighting for.
Even before I became disabled, jobs never came easily to...
The doctor at the hospital diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder in 2016 and about 2 or 3 other things. I was finally being able to put a name to my issues although at the time, I didn't really know what it all meant. I just know I felt like a cause no longer worth fighting for.
Even before I became disabled, jobs never came easily to...
#disability
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 00:21am
21st Jun 2024 00:21am
A Tribute to the Female Amputee
#crush
#disability
#erotic
#sexy
#women
156 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
Comfort In Sound
lately, I’ve been
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
#disability
#illness
#morning
#music
#SelfReflection
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 11:42am
10th Jun 2024 11:42am
Tea on a coffee table
and what I mean
by it’s not you, it’s me
is every minute
tangles cold bedsheets
forming an impossible
white noose
what I mean
by I crave more time
is I quietly stare
into breakfast’s blue jug
seeing only a spectre
of your face
what I mean
by I wanna be yours
is I imagine what
the living must be like—
that peace of falling asleep
waking exactly where you are
by it’s not you, it’s me
is every minute
tangles cold bedsheets
forming an impossible
white noose
what I mean
by I crave more time
is I quietly stare
into breakfast’s blue jug
seeing only a spectre
of your face
what I mean
by I wanna be yours
is I imagine what
the living must be like—
that peace of falling asleep
waking exactly where you are
#SelfReflection
#dialogue
#disability #LifeStruggles
#disability #LifeStruggles
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