Best Muscular Dystrophy Poems
Sam took to the stage, limping with a leg brace
And more than a mere trace of fear on his face
The humorous speech competition was on
He’d made it to finals, prior contests he’d won
Sam’s lifelong bout with muscular dystrophy
Generated sadness and much empathy
He shook and stammered as he started to speak
Competitors thought his composure he’d breach
“Stage fright is shared by many,” the boy explained
And as he began, his eye contact seemed strained
We wanted to rush to his side, offer aid
Little did we know Sam’s point was being made
He’d soon have us laughing at the “crutches” WE use
To gain courage when stage fright ensues
“I’m picturing you all naked,” he laughed, smiled
Soon his sharp wit had us rolling in the aisle
His strength and confidence built fast as he spoke
Sam finished up with a memorable poke:
“You thought I would fail; I read it in your eyes
Seeing only my handicap, I realize.
Those who can’t see beyond disabilities
Are mired in self fear; YOU have MY sympathy.”
Out of four thousand entrants, Sam took first place
Impressing us all with his wisdom and grace
Today Sam coaches a college debate team
Having mastered the art of building esteem
*September 8, 2020
For Chantelle’s “Courage” Poetry Contest
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, courage, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Conversations in third person, shaking legs, hands, feet, and fingers.
Diabetes, fish, multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy, lupus, cancer, AIDS, Chucky,
sticks, trains, sunglasses, tampons, menopause, pregnancy, threats, crippleness,
the end of the world, all of this masked through a nightmarish confusion.
Chemical sprays sprays smelling like cinnamon and perfumes erasing daily
memories, burning nostrils, concealment, witches, aliens, demons, and monsters in
agreement.
All folklore and imaginary fantasy. What a mental conclusion. One awakens to find
that it's just an illusion.
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, imagination
Form:
I wrote this cause I have Muscular dystrophy
and so people will think anyone can have Muscular Dystrophy.
This was wrote back in 1999.
We would like to thank Jerry Lewis and M.D.A.
For making Sept.3 a very special day.
We the kids are big and small.
Some of us short some of us tall.
Jerry helps fill our heart's with love and hope.
He's one of the reason's we learn to cope.
Let's all help and do a good deed.
Help Jerry find a cure for M.D..
We the kids have a bond with each other.
In one way we're like sister and brother.
I'm one of Jerry's kids too.
Help Jerry make our dreams come true.
Teresa Skyles
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, dedication
Form:
I wrote this cause I have Muscular dystrophy
and so people will think anyone can have Muscular Dystrophy.
This was wrote back in 1999.
We would like to thank Jerry Lewis and M.D.A.
For making Sept.3 a very special day.
We the kids are big and small.
Some of us short some of us tall.
Jerry helps fill our heart's with love and hope.
He's one of the reason's we learn to cope.
Let's all help and do a good deed.
Help Jerry find a cure for M.D..
We the kids have a bond with each other.
In one way we're like sister and brother.
I'm one of Jerry's kids too.
Help Jerry make our dreams come true.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in the Destroyer poet's"SOUPS FIRST POEM"contest
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, health
Form:
Couplet
Hi my name is Teresa my friends call me big T.
I'm crippled with Muscular dystrophy.
I'm unable to walk or write my name.
Life is hard but there's no one to blame.
I thank God for my poetry that I write.
Also for my friends on those poetry sites.
Some days I'm sad and I need to cry.
Some days I'm happy and don't know why.
My husband and family dry my tears.
They're the reason I have no fears.
My love for them is why I hold on.
Hope I'm their treasure when I'm gone.
Teresa Skyles 13-May-10
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, dedicationpoetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I pass it every time Ava has a home volleyball game
and It makes me wonder about fate..
It’s a tree…growing outside my old classroom…planted in 1988.
It was for one of my Autistic students that this one tree came to be…
A wonderful student, his name was Eric…he had muscular dystrophy.
When Eric first entered my class…he walked on his tip toes…with great care.
Eventually his muscular dystrophy would put him in a wheel chair.
But he also entered with a reputation…I was told…all he did was cry…
and it drove everyone around him crazy because they couldn’t discover why?
I was told he could say a few words but as far as learning he was much too slow
I would come to find out it wasn’t Eric but our expectations that were low..
One day on a trip to the store…
(I’d strap him in the passenger seat of my van before we would depart)
I hadn’t driven very far when I heard him say…”K-Mart”.
As I drove and listened that day my thinking about Eric redefined…
He wasn’t just sayin random words…he was reading all the signs!
That day I learned if I listen to my students…sometimes they will lead…
for next to me sat the boy so slow…he had taught himself to read!
He couldn’t hold a pencil but he could write…in my heart and soul I knew it
so I found an old electric typewriter and wheeled Eric to it.
He commenced to typing us little messages…
and though his sentence structure was chopped
he began to smile a little more and we noticed his crying completely stopped.
Okay…it didn’t stop completely…but he didn’t cry as much
as his fingers walked along the keyboard and he found the letters he wanted to touch.
It was a minor breakthrough
he was still limited by his understanding and his muscular dystrophy…
but just so watch him smile as he typed…was good enough for me…
Muscular dystrophy, however, was immune to Eric’s charms…
and one night on summer vacation…he died in his mothers arms…
The staff and students of the school in order to commemorate his memory…
outside the last classroom he ever attended…planted him this tree.
And that’s why I think of fate every time I pass in front of Eric’s tree…
Thankful not only for what I saw in him…
but for what he saw in me.
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, inspiration, teacher,
Form:
Verse
I made a wish that Muscular Dystrophy would've passed me by.
Then my life would have been different and I wouldn't have to cry.
I could walk I could run and play with all my grandbabies.
Do my own cooking,wash my own hair and no more mabee's.
Sometimes I would wonder why life has been so hard.
Without FA there would be no more pain and no more scars.
Sometimes I wonder without the disease would my life be the same.
I know one thing I'd have nothing or no one to blame.
Teresa Skyles
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, health, lifelife, life,
Form:
Rhyme
"INTRODUCE ME"
Hi my name is Teresa my friends call me big T.
I'm crippled with Muscular dystrophy.
I'm unable to walk or write my name.
Life is hard but there's no one to blame.
I thank God for my poetry that I'm able to write.
Also for all my friends on the poetry site.
I try real hard to do what I do.
Writing makes me happy anything else makes me blue.
Some days I'm sad and I need to cry.
Some days I'm happy and don't know why.
My husband and family dry my tears.
They're the reason I have no fears.
My love for them is why I hold on.
Hope I'm their treasure when I'm gone.
Teresa Skyles 13-May-10
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, me, truth,
Form:
Free verse
A Different Kind of Courage
Sam took to the stage, limping with a leg brace
And more than a mere trace of fear on his face
The humorous speech competition was on
He’d made it to finals, prior contests he’d won
Sam’s lifelong bout with muscular dystrophy
Generated sadness and much empathy
He shook and stammered as he started to speak
Competitors thought his composure he’d breach
“Stage fright is shared by many,” the boy explained
And as he began, his eye contact seemed strained
We wanted to rush to his side, offer aid
Little did we know Sam’s point was being made
He’d soon have us laughing at the “crutches” WE use
To gain courage when stage fright ensues
“I’m picturing you all naked,” he laughed, smiled
Soon his sharp wit had us rolling in the aisle
His strength and confidence built fast as he spoke
Sam finished up with a memorable poke:
“You thought I would fail; I read it in your eyes
Seeing only my handicap, I realize.
Those who can’t see beyond disabilities
Are mired in self fear; YOU have MY sympathy.”
Out of four thousand entrants, Sam took first place
Impressing us all with his wisdom and grace
Today Sam coaches a college debate team
Having mastered the art of building esteem
September 8, 2020
I chose this poem because I wrote a poem “Courage” on January 10, 2020, one of the poems in my published book “That Thing Called Life”. I penned the six kinds of courage in my poem; physical, social, spiritual, intellectual, moral, and emotional. I had described and gave examples on each of them.
Carolyn titled her poem “A Different Kind of Courage” that Sam displayed. I agree with Carolyn that Sam showed a different kind of courage. He also displayed four kinds of courage: social, spiritual, moral and emotional. He showed he could face criticisms, rejections, oppositions (social); let go (spiritual); showed his own values (moral) and he discerned and told the truth (emotional).
Carolyn ended her poem “Having mastered the art of building esteem” and I ended my poem “It (Courage) gives us power and inner strength”.
8/22/21 Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry:
An Uncontested Poetry
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, poetess,
Form:
Narrative
“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy
A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, art, stress,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Scott has Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy,
And plays boccia on a wooden floor gleaming,
Where he rolls the leather ball accurately,
Down a ramp to hit the jack, and he’s beaming.
His father quietly assists him to position his balls,
Whilst his mother assists his brother Jamie,
Upon whom Duchenne MD also falls and calls,
Such that sport is enjoyed by the whole family.
Scott has a BA with honours from Uni of Sterling,
In psychology and sports studies all inclusive,
Because he loves football which is encapsulating,
American footy, golf, darts and snooker pensive.
He started playing boccia way back in 2007,
And represented GB at the Europeans in 2009,
So in 2013 at the Europeans in Portugal, levin,
He won the bronze in the BC3 pairs for his line.
Then in 2014 at the World Champs. in Beijing,
He again won as a pair the besought silver medal:
“In every tournament I take part in, [when I fling],
I want to win and this is no different [for me at all].”
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
Stephen is the most successful boccia player,
In the class BC4, he has muscular dystrophy,
He often competes alongside Peter his brother,
To do his best to succeed and secure victory.
He’s been Scottish champion seven times,
Being born in Bellshill in North Lanarkshire,
On the 18th of August in 1984, disco times,
But thru training is now an Hamilton squire.
He’s nine-times British champion, world no. 2,
And with Peter he won gold at the 2009 Euros,
In Lisbon 2010 he took silver, and Norway too,
A silver, and then gold in the 2013 Paris Euros.
Also that year in 2013 he won another gold,
At Guimaraes in Portugal at more Europeans;
2015 saw him collect another silver strolled,
And at the Worlds in 2016 he had gold eons.
He trains hard every day in his home town,
At the new University of West of Scotland;
Jacqueline Lynn and Jim Thomson, renown
In Scotland, train him to control his hand.
Stephen supports Glasgow Celtic football club,
And is proud to be an ambassador for MD UK,
“Boccia is continuing to grow, [it’s a huge hub],
especially internationally. There are now, [ok],
50-odd countries that play. [UK numbers]
have increased as well, and so there is a lot
of competition out there, [also the standards]
have improved, from when I started, a lot.“
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
1.Their is weakness in muscles.
2.Their is tension in muscles.
3.Their is rigidity in muscles.
4.Thier is pain in muscles.
5.Everyday tasks are difficult.
Note.Elevated creatine kinase may indicate
muscular dystrophy.
Categories:
muscular dystrophy, body, books, drink, drug,
Form:
Tazkira