Short Adhd Poems
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Ode to my bipolar brain
Creativity is my favorite thing
Despite a memory so short
And ADHD of course
Poetry is a sign I’m insane!
There it is
That feeling again
The feeling that
I'll never be one of you
And that
No matter how hard I try
There's something separating us
And I am again
Second place
When we hunted in the field
all eyes trained upon the kill
someones mind would wander around
and note we're being hunted down
ADHD is now a deficit
back then we'd be dead for definite
I'm afraid of your weird looks again
I'm just trying to joke with you guys
[REDACTED] made the same joke yesterday
Why isn't it funny anymore?
I don't understand
What is this code you all have?
I am reaching out to you
Why can't you see my hand
I know it doesn't look like the others
Why can't you see my hand
Please
Look at my hand
I'm begging you
See my hand
Please
Please
See my hand
Red swing dance
Smooth, cold touch
Foggy white brain
Froggy right pain
Blind, tired heart
Filmy white eyes
Bad handwriting
Bland crayon fighting
Cold leather book
Warm red fire
Nice soft bed
Rest my head
The world is loud
Everyone speaks in a rhythm I can't understand
They look at me strangely when I offer myself
And they believe I know what I have said
They are speaking another language
And there is no dictionary
Attention deficit keeps
my dear man from normal sleep.
He does not know dream stage zees
yet achieves much more than most.
His energy is endless
despite sleep deprivation.
My love lives life wide asleep.
It's just who I am; yes, I have ADHD,
But that diagnosis doesn't define me.
Granted, it has its flaws; my mind is far from harmonious,
Yet sometimes I see with such clarity, it's pure utopia.
When I write poetry, creativity comes over me—my happy hour,
And seeing what others can't see, pareidolia is my superpower.
#pen
"ADHD"
In the still of the night,
my thoughts are racing
and need erasing.
All I have to do is use my pen,
then the art of writing begins,
the thoughts become silent.
Flowing words onto paper is reliant!
It helps me hide from ADHD for awhile,
It shows in my face with a sincere smile.
#SacredInkedBlood
What does ADHD stand for?
Some people say it stands for
Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder.
I prefer to believe
ADHD truly stands for—
Attention to every Detail
and a Heart full of Dreams.
Remember this
important truth:
While ADHD
can challenge you—
it can reveal
the strength you
already carry inside.
Every sound is screeching
Every voice is wailing,
Larger than life.
No stillness
Never.
Every eye is on me
When I have to go up there
Alone
The whole class is waiting
For me to
Finish
They say they need it to pass the test
Or they want to have a good time
But their laughs make our struggle harder
The kids who don’t take Adderall for fun.
I gave birth to a lie
And it stole all my time
If ever I could fly
With wings of grime
Look in my eyes
I saw the burning sorrow
Paved with lies
Suffocating tomorrow
Look at me now
Blazing like a star
I feel whole somehow
Knowing I've come far
No more ADHD trance
And it stole so much time
But I'm ready to dance
Sit back and watch me shine
My words evade me
Sweat forms in beads
My tongue betrays me
At lightening speed
Quivering knees
Disarm my stance
Panic breeds
The devil’s dance
Something akin
To mourning hope
Runs through my skin
I fail to cope
I babble more
To ease the hush
They must abhor
My need to rush
Attention Queen
Or rambling freak
I didn’t mean
To over speak
I have to say
because that's what i do
centre of attention
never listened too
impulsive outspoken
words seep through
blurted and blew
uncontrolled but true
repulsive uncouth
mind mouth aloof
yeah i'm mentally loose
no choice no choose
my feet are my shoes
unprotected and bruised
heart's on the sleeve
you can see every beat
i speak what i see
it's the ADHD
The tag behind my shirt,
Feeling like your covered in
Dirt.
Except,
There's nothing there.
You just feel unclean,
But there's no trace seen.
Cars beeping,
The tv is on,
Someone is playing a song
There is too much
going on.
I need to stay sane
My sensory is overwhelmed once again.
Its making me want to yell.
Stillness is needed,
Otherwise I'll get heated.
I used to live
greedily
for the moment.
There was nothing more
than the moment.
A tumultuous spiral;
moment,
after broken moment.
My kaleidoscope dance
through life;
clinging
to the moment.
Now I look back
desperate;
wishing I could
somehow remember
how to fit
the puzzle pieces
back together.
Left with nothing more
than this moment.
Scattered belongings
Expired dreams
Incomplete ventures
Silent screams
Abandoned ideas
Deserted supplies
These walls, whisper truth
Nothing real survives
It reeks of intention
All purpose, decayed
The flesh is long gone
While carcasses stayed
Representing my failures
With invincible bones
Symbolic skeletons
Adorning my home
I’ll never escape
I must reside here
To dwell in regret
It’s hauntingly clear
I hid in the SHADOWS, where whispers feel FAINT,
Thoughts tangled in RIDDLES, faceless and COLD,
With MEMORIES flitting, like ghosts that will PAINT.
Each task feels a CHALLENGE, the world moves SO FAST,
With lists barely CATCHING a glance that won’t HOLD,
I’m here but not THERE, like a ship’s sail CAST.
Yet in the MIRROR, I’ve grown to RESOUND,
Found STRENGTH in the CHAOS, my voice won’t FADE,
Imperfectly DRIFTING, in my colors UNBOUND.
Restlessness, impulsiveness,
loquaciousness, compulsiveness,
distracted inattentiveness
and tangent railway tracks.
Complexities, anxieties
and dopamine deficiencies.
Instant gratification please,
relief for my synapse.
Procrastination, wired sensation,
biochemical frustration,
forget to take my medication.
Frontal lobe relapse.
Rapid heartbeat, fidgety feet,
hypervigilant, unable to sleep,
central nervous system freak.
Neurological cracks.
I'm just living a life of an one-eyed AuDHD dude,
Always repeating the cycle every single day
As folks think I'm acting like a robot,
And always having an undisciplined heart.
They say it's not always seen from the outside,
With history and video games is all I think of
Yet they see me as a young Sheldon,
Thinking being smart is a big blessing.
But I still look like a nerd
As if they see me as a nobody,
I'm still a spud in my eyes
As I'm too different for anything.
People don't understand
a lot of your symptoms,
they're quick to put forward
their criticisms.
the struggle is real
people don't understand
how you feel.
its hard to listen
its hard to remember
my family is great
thank god
i'm a member.
i cant keep still
i need to be active
sweating a lot
i'm still attractive.
good at some things
others i'm not
i ask my mum why
because i forgot.
i want to fit in
wherever i can,
and not sit
on the sidelines
till i become a man.