Short Autistic Poems
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Hey, don’t scream at me
Felt offended honestly
Autistic boy's sorry, I’m sorry too
Hey, whisper in my direction
I need awesome, ardent affection
Autistic boy really needs some too
You are reminded
That even nothing
To sit in the electric light
Bulb under moon
Face by the fan
Head as vapor
Is all we need, even, more and more.
My God,
Why aren't we all autistic,
In thick amazement.
Autistic blank gaze
Graces the spaces of mind
Rainbow's grace bestows
Dark forest gives way to trees
A smile colors blank spaces
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A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm
When the touch from
a loved child is in doubt,
chill out!
Every child is
precious, it's not an exam we
are not being tested!
An autistic child is not
strange and wild!, an autistic
child can truly be smiling inside.
Give it time and you will receive
that touch of love.
Form:
Adam
My great
Grandson
Is a
Special
Needs child.
Unique.
Hard for
Him to
Connect,
Talk or
Play with
Others.
Few speak.
Struggles
To talk.
Afraid
Of dogs
And cats.
I love
My dove.
My boy
I do
So, Spoil.
He loves
His small
iPad.
True love.
9/3/2025
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3/24/19
Gabriel - my autistic nephew
speaks few word but has a loving face
He has a place in my heart
I try to talk with hm
Even taught him a few songs
A couple of tiby the Lemon Pipers
and one by Nat King Cole
Let poetry and music guide your days
and thinks of people like Gabe
who enrich our lives
I’m sorry I’m autistic,
That I don’t fit your expectations,
I’m different I know,
But doesn’t mean I don’t belong.
I may rock,
I may cry,
I may try and try,
To be normal in a world full of expectations.
But I’m autistic,
So I’ll make my own normal,
I’m sorry I’m autistic,
That I don’t fit your expectations
I'm sorry I'm autistic,
That I don't fit your expectations,
I'm different, I know,
But that doesn't mean I don't belong.
I may rock,
I may cry,
But I try and try,
To be normal in a world full of expectations.
But I'm different,
I know,
So I'll make my own normal.
I'm sorry I'm autistic,
But I will never change.
she may be autistic but she's my sister
she may be different but she's still my sister
she may act funny but i still love her
she may eat different things but i still adore her
she may not live here but i still care about her
she may not be able to hel me but i still admire her
thats the one who i care for my sister Brandi Nicole Jordan
Donning a vintage coat, boots, hat and all,
the last organ grinder readies his smile,
outside the old age home, heeding love’s call,
to rekindle heart’s joy, for a short while,
triggering memory elders recall,
recounted to young ones, in life’s last mile.
His next stop is for the autistic child,
where he’ll sing songs by God’s angels compiled.
To the child autism it is like being in this very deep well. You scream to be let out but no one can hear you. Your alone and so frustrated that no one can hear you
So lonely, so dark
Love is the light. Shine on the child brightly
For when he emerges from that well. That child of autism will become a beautiful flower. From a caterpillar to a butterfly
Around around around iwe igo
more fake poems fraudsters show
autistic infamy
the ability to see patterns and queues
who do you think you really fool?
other than old farmers who do not care
his chickens cluck as much as you click
ai ai woah
ai ai No!
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And I
have to say
no more Jaywalking
wheely stop it
simply obey
I am teaching my grandson
The ABC’s through XYZ.
A slice of pizza after his done
To making it fun. He’s such a whizz.
August seventeenth he’ll be five.
He's autistic and very hyper. If his good,
A promise to the Zoo will drive.
A zebra we could and attempt we would.
Grandma has him weekends.
Bubbles he loves to make;
Upset he gets if it ends!
In a hurry, dish soap and water I make.
You’re autistic, you say?
Well that’s on you.
You chose medication,
Rather than meditation,
Take some accountability!
You don’t like wearing jeans?
Well don’t just blame your genes!
Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder?
More like Attention-Desperate Human-Disease.
Don’t get upset,
I’m just trying to help you!
You might not know as much as me,
But that’s okay!
Anyway,
Have you tried drinking water?
I once was called
"Miss Thang"
when I was
just expressing
My enthusiasm
about a topic
I greatly enjoy.
yet I was kind
and thoughtful
And I didn't
ever think to
go out of my way
to try to upset
And I even gladly
encouraged
Free choice.
but I do know
that I prefer
to not be ogled
by any sick folks
I do not know
and most of all
I just want to be
with good people
whom my odd
and distinct
autistic light
won't annoy.
Harboured in my thoughts,
fluorescent in doubt,
a tortured soul proprietor,
a conservative labour.
Your echo is mý sentiment.
You speak of resonance and depth,
yet your speech is dampening, and shallow.
Our memorles filter the doubt,
and you can no longer push,
so I pull.
I win by default,
a non compliance of your request.
Then you breath out, so I can breath in,
and you are here,
autistic,
a christmas day in June,
exhaled,
I fear you in angels breath.
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