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"dyslexia" poems
There are many definitions of pride, All in which, are perceived from a side, Notable opinions indeed when we’re addressing the dogma that arise when mind project words that express one; wise, However, it’s all contrary to me, Pride isn’t something relating belief, It can’t be put aside if it’s beyond side; choice/time, Egoist defined when declined, rejoice inclined, I can’t respond to a situation, There’s no resolution when living unconditional and uncertain, I am beyond interpretation, I do not allude in illusions and wonder why they’re certain, Abracadabra Hocus-Pocus... Omm, “This State Farm jingle isn’t workin,” AHP; “Magic”; Ouroboros, Analytical Hierarchy Perspective on Serpent, “They have power; They influence the course of events with supernatural forces” That’s Magic? The law of attraction; influencing life with thoughts; Quantum Mechanics, Force is, Say “attract it,” Demographics defining diplomatic, power be to the tree that’s aristocratic, Problematic if geographic determines what’s democratic, Tragic when ethnography constitutes what’s archetypal and habitual; A classic ritual opposite of obsolete; of course bigotries automatic, Bring back the art of holographic, I’m leaning back like Crack if it’s dogmatic, I do not understand how we understand species before intelligent and acknowledge intelligence like we never had it, As if dyslexia was a natural condition; as if this ability was somehow previously hidden so with awareness became magic, Freedom of speech, “But I don’t like your words, sir” Freedom to be, “Those are not the clothes I prefer, sir” Being discrete, “He’s not in my position, he must concur” Oh, What is believed? They’re obligated to assumptions, so they infer most- Too much pride will **** a man, By picking a side he’ll lose a hand, If using his pride he’s sure to win, If losing his mind; insane a friend, Clueless of time; he’ll never die, Til P take a Ride, and replace his pride with another man’s.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Pride
There are many definitions of pride, All in which, are perceived from a side, Notable opinions indeed when we’re addressing the dogma that arise when mind project words that express one; wise, However, it’s all contrary to me, Pride isn’t something relating belief, It can’t be put aside if it’s beyond side; choice/time, Egoist defined when declined, rejoice inclined, I can’t respond to a situation, There’s no resolution when living unconditional and uncertain, I am beyond interpretation, I do not allude in illusions and wonder why they’re certain, Abracadabra Hocus-Pocus... Omm, “This State Farm jingle isn’t workin,” AHP; “Magic”; Ouroboros, Analytical Hierarchy Perspective on Serpent, “They have power; They influence the course of events with supernatural forces” That’s Magic? The law of attraction; influencing life with thoughts; Quantum Mechanics, Force is, Say “attract it,” Demographics defining diplomatic, power be to the tree that’s aristocratic, Problematic if geographic determines what’s democratic, Tragic when ethnography constitutes what’s archetypal and habitual; A classic ritual opposite of obsolete; of course bigotries automatic, Bring back the art of holographic, I’m leaning back like Crack if it’s dogmatic, I do not understand how we understand species before intelligent and acknowledge intelligence like we never had it, As if dyslexia was a natural condition; as if this ability was somehow previously hidden so with awareness became magic, Freedom of speech, “But I don’t like your words, sir” Freedom to be, “Those are not the clothes I prefer, sir” Being discrete, “He’s not in my position, he must concur” Oh, What is believed? They’re obligated to assumptions, so they infer most- Too much pride will **** a man, By picking a side he’ll lose a hand, If using his pride he’s sure to win, If losing his mind; insane a friend, Clueless of time; he’ll never die, Til P take a Ride, and replace his pride with another man’s.
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Letters jumping off the page Not like normal words that stay in place I close my eyes and hold the tears And just pretend that I'm not here Stupid is the word they used Cause the letters I see wouldn't fuse They laughed cause they didn't know the pain Of seeing words and not knowing their name Writing down things that never looked right Seeing failure in near sight I stopped to even try Not seeing how dyslexia could give me pride Confusion growing in my head like vines So I just sit and act like a mime Tears starting to to brim my eyes I shut down and begin to cry How can dyslexia give me pride?
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Dyslexia
too much disney, too many flashing images of a worthwhile epilepsy... what about photo-sensitive epilepsy what of dyslexia-sensitive epilepsy? i get the elvis shakes fearing the worst when seeing people spell out certain words. then you see the word d'uh... and you stop believing it happened, because no media broadcast the story with a d'uh being relevant to the countless rapes and ontologies exaggerated as a norm basis (i.e. normal) of being human.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
dyslexia-sensitive epilepsy
Enter the designer: *"Move gracefully while ties bind you suspended  with 2 swords pointing at your throat don't forget to show your fierce face while upside down and flopping uncontrollably you must be my definition of perfection. Now lose 5 pounds for my needle and thread cannot conform to your body! It is my garment you must fit not the other way around! Walk the catwalk and toss your hips to and fro, you are not good enough! Chin down darling it is so much more becoming. Oh how I'd wished you wore a shorter top making your legs run on for miles and miles. Your plunging neckline becomes you since you have nothing up top. Stick to greens mostly, a little mint and sage should spice up that lettuce bowl and drink nothing but water now I wouldn't want you to spoil the seams I've sewn for you"* Truth: Bone structures and pouting lips, thigh gaps and protruding hips, tiny waist lines and judding shoulders You are Barbie, plastic as can be you are a paper doll majesty Dressing you up, dress you down   Don't dare grow old so don't let your hair down There shall be no relaxing for you From your high cheek bones to your flawless skin tone. **Modeling icon of anorexia for generation upon generation for little girls with dyslexia of the natural body image Creating dysfunction in societies views of what health and beauty is to all girls.**
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Barbie
Don't use **** To get what I need **** em up **** me up Dyslexia ***** Like I **** you off On my best friends floor Behind the bathroom door While they're dead asleep Our secret to keep Turn off the TV Making sure they can't see You right on top of me Fingertips trace along your sides While you're meeting my insides Get to know me even more Can't hear our moans over their snore I can barely keep my eyes open Swim in me like I'm the ocean Getting seasick everywave A life I can't help but save Swallowed like Jonah and the whale Pause and we both exhale Collapse in exhaustion After our little excursion Your heartbeat puts me to sleep Your breathing is still deep Didn't even need **** To get a good night's sleep
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
Excursion
Dyslexia... You are a ***** You are a curse that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Why must you be the puppet master of letters, Pick them up, Move them around, Make them dance, And then drop them like an unwanted broken toy? Why must you send a tornado ripping across the page? When before you came the letters were perfect, And organized, Like they had been placed there by a child with OCD. Then after you're done, And you've made your destruction, The page looks like a bowl of alphabet soup, All jumbled up, And almost a hopeless gesture, To try to put them back together. But dyslexia, I fight against you. I wont let you win, And let you stop me, From doing the things I love most.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Dyslexia
What gives you the right to judge me, criticism wasn't asked so why you open your mouth, What's your prerequisite to make assumption's & judgments- Constructive criticism my *** My ADHD PT-SD Dyslexia Anxiety & dealings with you caused me a break down, got me chronically depressed, You say you only want the best for me, Well shut up & let me be! pill popping just so my E.E.D. (Emitted explosive disorder) wont cause me to become sentience with life new labels would say ****** if you keep bothering me I ain't stupid- So stop talking down to me Im not illiterate ******* I read So let me be No I don't have TS (tourette syndrome) I ******* cuss cuz I wanna so shut the hell up I know right from wrong I'm no psychopath Then again I just might be since I could give a flying **** about you weather you live or die I wouldn't cry. Your making it harder for ya self not me just go way Doc Do ya got **** Job, I don't want to talk anymore My past is where I left it Behind me You deal with it Cuz I already did & do For you that call your selves wanting to help.... My OCD (Obsessive-compulsive disorder) is personal So what if I wash my hands& *** 3 or more times I'm not stupid or deaf I have Selective Hearing Nor am I ******** that's how I say hello with my middle finger I told you, I'm not ******** ***** I'm Special! Always Me Ayeshah
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Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
***** I'm Special
Count-entious . . . Five-Seven-Five, or Is it Seven-Five-Seven? Dyslexic Haiku! High Coo-Coo . . . Words like scrambled eggs Malapropos slip off the tongs Lysdexics UNTIE! In Swummary . . . I never flip turned I zagged; everyone else zigged Oh, how I was schooled
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Living Dyslexia
Dear "Teacher" Imagine yourself being permanently judged because they think of you as dust Use the blackboard duster and take your bestest shot.
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Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
Dyslexia.
Thoughts form in my head Perfected Neat Unscathed Until . . . My mouth opens My tongue flip-flops Words reform Tilting inside each other Melting Into a demented figure Then a volcano erupts From my inner I scream I cry I shout But the pen touches my fingertips Quieting the beast in me “Bleed me” It whispers I did The pen bled my pain It bled my deepest thoughts Seemingly only ink cures My dyslexia ~
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Dyslexia
flipping the pages of the last book you made me read makes me feel like i've been suffering dyslexia for some time now so hauntingly familiar not in any way foreign to me a photo falls so delicately onto my stained rug the photo i used as a bookmark the photo of us i've kept hidden and forgotten the photo of you handing a couple dollars to somebody not in the camera's view the photo with me beside you gratefully smiling as i munch on a waffle the waffle i spit out right after the photo that reminds me of the horrid taste of that waffle it's taste almost as bad as what i feel for you
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
the photo
My dear miss Able asked me about a hidden place. A place where words go to find lovers. A Tinder for f̶o̶r̶e̶p̶l̶a̶y̶  wordplay. Where "She" swipes right on "Him" to create "Them". Where "Un" and "Faithful" got together and made "Faithfulun" Because "Faithful" is also seeing "Dyslexia" Where my friend "Alone" swept left on "Everybody" And never changed. And "In" became "Indecent" when he, infatuated, Increasingly indulged Into "Inappropriation" while dating "decent" and then Indiscreetly descended into "Insanity". Where "Baby" got "Back" after "Laid-Back" split when "Laid" got "Off". Miss Able doubted this place even after her first son, "Question" who took her surname. But this place does exist- Where gold is mind inside a poet.
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
Inside A Poet
Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
You Never Worded Anything Right..
Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.
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although my dyslexia is cognitive it never stopped me from knowing my position as a woman to understand to acquire knowledge perception to be a woman to be quiet to be submissive to be polite to smile i knew my position as a woman before i discovered i was dyslexic
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
tainted cognition
I want to learn everything; everything comprises of everything, be it the knowledge of the nature or the horizons of the cosmos I want to canvas over the universe, multiverses; to paint my reality with a brush of joy. But, it's tough for me, because I'm dementic If I decline it while inclining towards a book Dyslexia obliterates my desires and hurt me badly If I ignore all this, ADHD comes forward to poke me with a stick of astounds and pains of eventide If I cut down the roots of ADHD, S.A.D greets me and enter to my dark world and enhance its darkness I'm confused, shattered; directionless in a myopic way Highly myopic, no direction, but I do have vision I want to crisscross my myopia to an extent where it diminishes. Meningitis, shut up, you ******* Please have mercy on me, I don't deserve U at least, But do I really need someone to have mercy on me? I guess no, I can build my own world where Dementia strengthens my spirits by saying, Why just Embryology, what secrets do you want to find Ova is not dependent on a ****** ***** it is a complete YOU.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Dementia
after witty humour, which spawned slapstick... slapstick can only spawn the last of the known humours... the offensive type, the 'get me out of this straithjacket of everything's fine apathy,' the ugly humour... rude humour... i take oaths humour... i rather write a swear word to oil up than degrade myself with thesaurus usage humour. why is poetry such a ***** of coding daily activity... who needs poetry if the everyday is intact? atheism didn’t **** god... it merely killed the logic of myth.... atheism is far worse than mythology... it just regurgitates facts to make you submit to them without the necessary philosophical awe of finding them interesting... poetry isn’t dead... it’s a ***** which is worse than death where i come from... there’s ezra with his fountain comparison: ‘i ****** in it... and put pigmenting chlorine in it - you **** in it... streaks of blue... i think that’s called cubism in france.’ did i say alcoholism was engineered by the nazis for the bomb sarcasm? cheap humour you say... ah well slapstick was invented after sarcasam... i heard the new best anti-ageing cream was butter rather than l’oreal - there are too many stages in the differences of women, i quite like the summer spring autumn winter thing going... it’s like this thing that’s happening right now... christian nations censor words... like **** cultish **** of the brothel... and islamic nations invoke words... like kefir (sour milk, not quite youghurt), dawah... adhan salat abraham... one party censors words for excess ***** saying: ‘we don’t like swear words in accomplished spelling, we like dyslexia and **** teen **** graphic...’ sounds about right... the other party says: ‘we hate censoring ***** words, that’s doubly censoring, censor ***** words get more dirt out of it... we invoke the power of arabic to teach koran latin for the knobs!’ problem sorted... we’re all power brokers of spelling / punctuation / arithmetic - that’s what i don’t get, the ratio of the two languages... all you have in the digits A to Z is spelling and punctuation... but what you have in the digits ZERO to NINE is so much more... is grammar a castle that’s keeping certain functions out? in mathematics you have +, x, obelisk, -, square root, etc. but in linguistics you have this permament reminder: SPELL RIGHT FROM WRONG AND RITE FROM THONG. well... ****** me timbers... i think i just spotted a lumberjack chequers tweed jacket.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
a lumberjack chequers tweed jacket
after witty humour, which spawned slapstick... slapstick can only spawn the last of the known humours... the offensive type, the 'get me out of this straithjacket of everything's fine apathy,' the ugly humour... rude humour... i take oaths humour... i rather write a swear word to oil up than degrade myself with thesaurus usage humour. why is poetry such a ***** of coding daily activity... who needs poetry if the everyday is intact? atheism didn’t **** god... it merely killed the logic of myth.... atheism is far worse than mythology... it just regurgitates facts to make you submit to them without the necessary philosophical awe of finding them interesting... poetry isn’t dead... it’s a ***** which is worse than death where i come from... there’s ezra with his fountain comparison: ‘i ****** in it... and put pigmenting chlorine in it - you **** in it... streaks of blue... i think that’s called cubism in france.’ did i say alcoholism was engineered by the nazis for the bomb sarcasm? cheap humour you say... ah well slapstick was invented after sarcasam... i heard the new best anti-ageing cream was butter rather than l’oreal - there are too many stages in the differences of women, i quite like the summer spring autumn winter thing going... it’s like this thing that’s happening right now... christian nations censor words... like **** cultish **** of the brothel... and islamic nations invoke words... like kefir (sour milk, not quite youghurt), dawah... adhan salat abraham... one party censors words for excess ***** saying: ‘we don’t like swear words in accomplished spelling, we like dyslexia and **** teen **** graphic...’ sounds about right... the other party says: ‘we hate censoring ***** words, that’s doubly censoring, censor ***** words get more dirt out of it... we invoke the power of arabic to teach koran latin for the knobs!’ problem sorted... we’re all power brokers of spelling / punctuation / arithmetic - that’s what i don’t get, the ratio of the two languages... all you have in the digits A to Z is spelling and punctuation... but what you have in the digits ZERO to NINE is so much more... is grammar a castle that’s keeping certain functions out? in mathematics you have +, x, obelisk, -, square root, etc. but in linguistics you have this permament reminder: SPELL RIGHT FROM WRONG AND RITE FROM THONG. well... ****** me timbers... i think i just spotted a lumberjack chequers tweed jacket.
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I am dyslexic, And I can spell: D-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n. Font wards and backwards. I can invent new ways, How it looks, sounds. I am dyslexic And I stumble over the word: L-I-F-E. This lyfe's Syllables I have yet to conquer Or the ability to make it possible. Life                                Lyef            Liph                                                                             Lief
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Dyslexia
As I read through my old journal, I realized what I have overcome, How much I've learned, And I remembered why I used to hate reading and writing. Dyslexia has always been a pain for me. I couldn't really read until I was in 3rd grade. I could read, But its because I saw words like pictures. I knew what they were, But I never gave them any real thought. I would read, "The cat is brown." And my teacher would ask, "What color is the cat?" And I would respond with, "What cat?" Like the lady had lost her mind. I started my journal when I was in 5th grade. I had practically only been reading for 2 years. I'm grateful now, Of how far I've came. Before, I couldn't spell simple words. I spelt the word remember as remeber. The word sandwich was sandwicht for me. Diary was dairy. Behind was beeheind. Even so much as the word and had its own difficulties. I spelt it as aedn. The word sorry was missing an "R" and the word very had an extra one. Concrete was concreaete. A purse was a purce to me. Every time I would write a poem, I would write pemo and then put a number beside of it. I wouldn't have a clay model, I would have a klayh modle. Festival was feastaival. Favorite was favearit. Does was dose, And should was suhood. Living with this... To say the least has been a struggle, But I've overcame it, And I'm proud of how far I've come.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Dyslexia II
Prose            in a mirror,         words     in a trap. Reflecting,      and refracting            as in a war. Oh                                                                    no! Stanzas                appear                  backwards, Even though   their meanings are the same. I gaze                  upon                        my graffiti Not aware                of the irony               within. All at once,           as if        I had dyslexia, My mind                  began                       to hum. In the mirror,           my poem                    and I Right was left                    and left was the other. Reading aloud was difficult, yet made me hear, Of the meaning                           in my scenario. Reflecting,                    one can see in the mirror. Double Acrostic: Starting and ending each line with the letters that spell the title of the poem.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
Prose In A Mirror (double Acrostic)
considering reflections! spectacular expressions excited by vernacular action spicy and exotic erecting complexity! forgetting the selective dyslexia mental anorexia like pecs flexing lacking dialect donating directions! elementary subtraction of expletives what the heck do they expect! exclusion unaccepted best guess reckon you're a wreck what the heck no explanation!
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
what the heck
I think I have Restless Mind Syndrome. I have not had it diagnosed but it should be, I might need to suggest to my doctors to add it to the medical books. I think on second thought if I made that suggestion, I might get a strange look. I wonder if the doctor would think I was a hypochondriac. The condition gets worse when I hit the pillow and try to sleep, and sometimes troubles me to the point were I become an Insomniac. I think and think and think and my thoughts seem to swim; so much so that it is hard to keep track of were my thoughts end or begin. If I was a drinker I might reach for some gin. In cases like this it seems like my train of thought seemed to have derailed long ago. The symptoms of my condition seem to be getting worse each year, one example is that when I try to write something down such as a phone number the numbers get messed up between my mind and the paper; It would appear that I have dyslexia because some numbers get reversed. I get so frustrated to the point of tears at times, and fear that I am on the verge of losing my mind. I think of all the things left to do, or think of things I should have done better, and I wonder what is the matter with me, when I think to much I fear insanity; I wish that I had a more normal mind. I hope someone can find the cure for my Restless Mind soon before I run out of time.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Restless Mind Syndrome
Too yu tis may seam wrong Two a child with dyslexia it's not Quick to point out to too or two! Where were or wear or there their Your grammatical prowese is a wonderful thing, the way you look down on those beneath Sad to say for you It's to late as the **** party no lomger exists! They can't all be as perfect as you And for that I'm as happy as a fool!
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
Grammar ****
i am dyslexia. does not mean im dum. i just cant read or right easily. i am synesthesia i usually say the colour, youre outlined with, or i say the thing that, i taste with your words. am i random? to you maybe. i am stutter. i t-ta-alk l-like th-this. am i dumb? i again say-no. i am as smart as you. maybe even smarter. Can you imagine trying, to read something out loud, while having dyslexia , AND a stutter? its crazy.
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
i am
I wish I wasn't so doG danm dyslexic
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Forty One . Dyslexia