Poems About Disability Published by Members Recently Online
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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
285 reads
12 Comments
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
285 reads
12 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
#anxiety
#disability
#vulnerability
407 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
#anxiety
#disability
#vulnerability
407 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
26th Sep 2021 5:06am
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
Again
And again
I lean
Over your body
Plucking
Each detail
As something
Revealed.
Returning
Again
To the scene
Of the crime,
Each
Morsel
A tidbit
Unsealed.
Each
Crevice
And shadow
A hidden awareness,
Each imprint
Of madness
An unholy
Sadness,
A thread
Once again
That's now
Healed.
#anxiety
#disability
#vulnerability
407 reads
2 Comments
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
12 reads
1 Comment
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
12 reads
1 Comment
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
12 reads
1 Comment
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
12 reads
1 Comment
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
344 reads
4 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
344 reads
4 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
344 reads
4 Comments
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