Best Dyslexia Poems
This baby is being born with hardly a belly button the angel declared.
Yes, this is a special one sent to a family who is kind and understanding
It is not every parent who can raise a child like this one thus the button lack.
He is on the spectrum? Yes, a rainbow child, someone overly unique.
I have never seen another one.
How long have you been doing this?
Sixteen years.
You might not see another one for another sixteen.
Truly!
These rainbow children are special beyond special.
Sent to teach life lessons and patience to parents and teachers.
Sent to show peers that people do not all have to think the same things.
Showing them that being passionate about one subject is all right.
Sometimes even desirable. This one loves trains; it all about trains for him.
Will his nursery be in trains?
No. His parents have not met him yet.
They are doing his room up in dinosaurs.
Will he like that too? No He will scream and wail about it.
Will they know to change it?
Someday as they learn.
This is why we send the rainbow children.
To teach the world.
The angel smiled at the baby, in awe.
Categories:
dyslexia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Daddy, your bed time stories were the best.
The extra prescision you took while reading a book,
To overcome your struggles and ensure you pronounced each word correctly,
Were the most beautiful sounds.
The way you would sit and practice slowly,
Sometimes repeating words out loud or to yourself,
In efforts meant to bring our sleepy ears an image written down.
They were always the most beautiful words Daddy.
They were the best stories, that I lay in bed,
An adult now, and listen to my memories, where you retell them again.
You stuttered - it mattered not.
No other stories compare.
Categories:
dyslexia, childhood, children, dad, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
The words are turned around
the writing is backwards
the book is upside down
The teachers are frustrated
Some don't know what to do
Suggesting I go to a private school.
The Private school can not handle
A child so far behind
I am three grades behind
I feel so alone, the schools don't want me
because I am so far behind
I see things in other ways
Kids say I am dumb
Kids tease me all the time
they even knock me to the ground
They say I am different
Maybe I am
But what do they know?
For I am Dyslexic
Categories:
dyslexia, childhood, education, school, me,
Form:
Im Dyslexic
so please excuse my lack of Knowledge
Im a girl with learning Disabilities
so please excuse my child like behaviour
I am who I am and for that I won't apologise
for all I need is understanding and Patience.
Categories:
dyslexia, feelings,
Form:
ABC
LIKE YOUR LORD, DYSLEXIA IS A FRAUD
I know her secret and no amount of money can mine lips be sealed
I am here for her secret for to be finally revealed
I know it all and I didn’t even have to see it being done
While her and a prolific poetic profile pretend to be one
Yes, oh she’s dainty sometimes, rude on other occasions
but hers is a vile and victimizing occupation
She sets to verse the property of others that amaze
And that’s why she only writes on certain days?
If she wants to write a self-portrait she urges descriptions like “mine be not a
prominent nose”
Something she found in a maudlin magazine where an advertisement usually goes
I’m just waiting until a few more people espy her lie
Because the chick can’t write poetry or bake a cherry f-----g pie
So you all are amazed at the thoughts that flow from her mind surreal
But you see, I, being a wizened one, know that which is real
And when her deeds are being done I am ever there
I, a squire, be a liars one and only fear
The lady takes pen to patient paper and scribes that which is untrue
Well one day this plagiarist will get her due
Her poetry is all blurbs purloined off museum walls and if she denies it what do you
expect her do?
And my ego commands I lie and defame her because she’s a much better poet than
me and you!
© 2011.…Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
(I told you, I got your back Dyslexia!)
Categories:
dyslexia, angstwrite, poetry, write,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against the better judgements they imply.
I urge you, having reconciled too bold
doth duly gives as leaving you appears,
thus compensates with insight having brought
another kind of music to your ears.
Dyslexia, contains with insights sung,
the worship of another mother tongue.
Categories:
dyslexia,
Form:
Sonnet
Even thought my poems is better then the average poet I would said people would not understand
How hard it was in school an especially in college where average person would write once or twice
I would write three time and write a average of 200 papers but the requirement is 100 for associate of art and counting my credit it did not transfer it would be equivalent to a bachelor but lately I been looking at
Certification equal to bachelor degree I guess the glass cell is not broken.
Categories:
dyslexia, art,
Form:
Verse
The ocean of life, enriched,
Then drained. I wish I could have..
My life, full of unfinished ventures.
I never explored the wonderland,
Through the fog of my confusion and
Ended up smiling in the mirror.
The only true friend shimmering back,
He twinkles from my heart,
Into the lucid environment of the languid.
Where’s my ambition? I ask.
In the hands of the sacrificial lamb,
Reflecting out of windows. Unhappy
With myself. Falling apart; my bone
And flesh. Mentally mercurial. There
Is no point, I find as
Shakespeare wags a knowing finger.
The mighty hawk, reduced,
Now, to austerity plus the
fear of the posterity as it
Struggles, wheezes because the stairs
Are too exhausting. The opaque
Elevator fails to work under
These Conditions. Bing: “next floor demise”.
I can run, free as far as I can figure,
With the streaming winds, breathing
New life into the bingo wings of my soul,
Crashing into darkness, drinking
A coke and a knowing grimace
Welded onto the contours of my face.
Categories:
dyslexia, allegory,
Form:
Bio
My eyes does not itch,
But my brain does itch.
Eagle's eyes,curious teeth but timid brain,
Intuity did a lot of spelling rain. -
But i can't understand.
Comprehension had had me strand.
Willing eyes,indifferent cerebral,
Hopeful skull but brain's sick crawl.
Persaude my brain to agree with my eyes,
Wants to be free from this hell; Dyslexia.
17:18:08:16:32
Categories:
dyslexia, anger,
Form:
Lyric
Dyslexia
David J Walker
I recall
The wall
Of words
In jet black
waves
of ink
Invade
the innocence of
paper white
not quite
a page
Fear
Panic
terror
Rage
Other words
smother
like a thick
denim quilt
I hide within myself
lost
without a guide
a dance
into a trance
of knowing only
nothingness
Categories:
dyslexia, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Words in the belfry, words in the hall, words in my sandwiches, words for us all.
What if you know no written words? What if you cannot read? What is my world?
Words in my head, swirling around, making me laugh. Idiocy, munchkin and calf.
How would you play video games if you could not read how to win or succeed?
Crazy words, kooky words, sexy words too, sensuous words for the likes of you.
You would grow up in a world, feeling completely left out, practically wanting to shout.
Adjectives like worrisome, intense, sickening, magnificent, gloriously, dependably blue,
Adjectives, smad-jectives, verbs, curbs, pronouns, ho-downs, they all make you pout.
Verbs like shucking, laughing, jumping, whirling, swirling, dancing, prancing, wheezing,
Verbs? You want me to care about something like that? I cannot read Dick, Spot or Jane.
Gardening, swimming, oops, I am switching back to adjectives thinking of brimming.
I cannot read sight words you moron, do not even know what they are, I am in pain.
Words in my pancakes, words changing my food, butter, syrup, oozing, I am in a great mood!
I will have to get along somehow, maybe as a thug, maybe selling coke, maybe selling a drug.
I will be a linguist, librarian, teacher, I will write sermons, songs, maybe be a preacher.
Cannot even play video games, let me be, your written-encrusted world has nothing for me.
Categories:
dyslexia, school, write,
Form:
Why
would
people
criticise
a child’s best efforts
because he does not measure up
to their own abilities and twisted reasoning?
Learning disorders are not to be looked down on; instead, motivation is the key.
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Categories:
dyslexia, judgement, motivation,
Form:
Fibonacci
Can't tie shoes. Can't read aloud. Can't memorize Latin.
IQ test, panic, shyness.
Confidence goes missing.
Ask, and you will receive.
A corner turned.
College, city planner, romance, graduation.
Paradise lost. War drums.
"You are hereby ordered to report."
Many rockets fired, crashing all around.
Fear and dread. "Grab your guns." Invasion.
Ask, and you will receive.
Deliverance! Unscathed.
A terrible war left behind.
Cheers on homeward flight abound.
Civilian life: lost and bewildered.
Just don't fit in.
Ask, and you will receive.
It all comes together.
Grad school, true love and a career.
Wedding bells, children, grandchildren.
Blessings astound.
Retirement: Spanish, softball, world travel.
All a pure delight.
But time speeds up. No, we slow down. Sunset and aging.
Microsoft 7, 10 and 11.
Accounts, passwords, applications.
Patient portals, lab tests, hospitalizations.
Masks, shots and Covid 19.
Can't keep up. There's no time. Trouble remembering.
Anger, self-doubt, then frustration.
Ask, and you will receive.
Rescued again.
True love comforts.
Eternal Love sustains.
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
February 23, 2022
Categories:
dyslexia, bible, hope, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
I sold my soul to Santa,
but it's much too soon to tell.
If an everlasting Christmas
is preferable to hell.
Categories:
dyslexia, language,
Form:
Free verse
Can't tie shoes. Can't read aloud. Can't memorize Latin.
IQ test, panic, shyness. Confidence goes missing.
A corner turned. Ask, and you will receive.
College, city planner, romance, graduation.
Paradise lost. War drums. "You are hereby ordered to report."
Fear and dread. Grab your guns. Invasion.
Many rockets fired, crashing all around.
Deliverance! Cheers on homeward flight abound.
"Baby killer! How justify?" Keep it secret. Don't fit in.
Ask, and you will receive. It all comes together.
Grad school, true love, and a career.
Wedding bells, children, grandchildren. Blessings astound.
Retirement: Spanish, softball, world travel. All a pure delight.
But time speeds up. No, we slow down. Sunset and aging.
Microsoft 7, 10 and 11.
Accounts, passwords, applications.
Patient portals, lab tests, hospitalizations.
Masks, shots and Covid-19.
Can't keep up. There's no time. Trouble remembering.
Anger, self-doubt, then frustration.
Ask, and you will receive. Rescued again.
True love comforts. Eternal Love sustains.
Categories:
dyslexia, confidence, inspiration, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Verse