Best Stuttering Poems
A stuttering life
a life of being ignored
judged without knowing
Sam Adams
Was born prematurely
Spent his first moments
In an incubator
Born with bad hearing
Bad vision
Bad teeth
And a speech impediment
And a learning disability
But he learned to cope
As he was a genius
Reading college level
In the second grade
When he was in high school
To overcome his fear
Of public speaking
He joined the debate team
His specialty was impromptu speaking
He found that he excelled
At making speeches on the fly
Overcoming his fears
Of public speaking along the way.
That is how Sam Adams
Learned to speak in public
Becoming a good speaker
In the end.
Based on a true story
While shopping for groceries, this sweet young filly
Bent over which made me act very silly
Accidentally bumped her behind
Which was quite well defined
Starting stuttering and stammering involuntarily
© Jack Ellison 2015
Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Mandruka was always a spluttering
Wife was always talking and muttering
Then came Frank who was always fluttering
Golly, Molly was always stuttering
Mandruka’s wife yelled stop that blundering.
Written: Aug. 11, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
a sidewalk poet
stuttering child’s dream
poetry the cure
she stutters her art
similar to marty king
a proud day for me
You're way mmmore fun than bubble wrap,
I wwwish that you were here,
I really wwwwish I could talk with you,
And my voice would sound all clear,
You see, each t- each time I look at you,
Your smile lights up the room,
And I want to say how you make me feel,
Like a rrrose that's in full bloom,
But, my words, they n-never come out right,
My wwwwwords all come out wrong,
My mmmouth and tongue twist them all around,
Till they're not where they belong,
So I sit and think full words in my mmmind,
The words s-stuck in my throat,
The words I wish I c-c-could say to you,
The words- "I love you the most."
Feeling your breath
Your skin
Your touch
Your hair
Hearing your voice
Your laugh
Your sobs
Your thoughts
Knowing you’re there
You’re near
You’re close
You’re in touch
You’re everything I know
But I wonder why
I still stutter and still stuttering
As I feel, hear, know you.
She stood in a chilly, foggy, wet cemetery;
With no sense how she got there,
Her name was Stuttering Mary,
And she was a beauty with long raven hair.
Her pale wet arms seemed to have a glowish tint,
Like the soaked white gown that clung to her like a second skin.
She begin to remember a horrible accident,
And a place she was travelling she had never been.
She recalls the sound of twisting metal,
Her hand reaching out for incoming glass.
Her foot can't seem to find the break pedal,
And she watches her life begin to pass.
She trys to spit her words out properly,
But the gurgle from the blood gushes out of her throat.
She suddenly remembers the tragedy,
And being covered by someone's warm coat.
She felt a sudden chill to the bone,
Covering her mouth she thought this was a dream;
She looked down to read the head of a tombstone,
But the living can not hear the 'dead' scream!
The railway is expanding
So the government’s demanding
That anything that’s standing
In the way must be removed.
Remove the stock brick terraces
Our family homes and premises
For onward comes the nemesis
Of all we’ve known and loved.
Uprooted oaks and plane trees
Will be replaced by steel gantries
But what prayers will fill the chantries
For the soul that’s being crushed?
Only the rapid rattling rale
Of the stuttering high-speed rail
Will be all that shall prevail
Over the nightingale and thrush.
While we just keep on pretending
That our growth is never-ending,
That the world will keep on bending
To the might of human power
And we keep on moving faster
To escape the sure disaster
When we find we’re not the master
Of this world that we devour.
© Barry Freeman 15th May 2021
Words going around and around,
Like in a washing machine,
Only there in my head,
I pluck one out and put it aside,
There's more going around again,
Through the dark tunnel the words continue to spread,
The poem is almost done,
Then I see it .... Yes its done.
Reading it out aloud stuttering as i go,
I'm pleased with what I've done,
Writing words I dont stutter,
As my oral words have done,
I'm glad I wrote this poem,
I can write what I cant say,
And be understood in every way,
I've been given a voice.
Shopping for groceries, this sweet young filly
Bent over which made me act very silly
Accidentally bumped her behind
Which was quite well defined
Started stuttering and stammering involuntarily
stuttering moments baptised by emotion
they linger by the curtains in the doorway waiting
come now enter do not be afraid
it is only a beating heart that waits
what is there to lose but your life
When I was born.
I was born to fight.
My words were trouble and they didn't come out just right.
Kids would laugh and call me names.
Just because my words wouldn't come out the same.
I dream my troubles would just go away but
My words were still hard to say.
I would come home into my room and cry
Sometimes I wish I could just die
I went to a speech therapist and
My life wasn't the same.
That's when my words begin to change.
When it was time to read
I used to have a big frown.
Now you couldn't stop me from putting my left hand down.
Never ever give up a fight
Believe in God and he will make everything alright.