Dyslexic Poems - Poems about Dyslexic

Long ago when fairy tales and fables Defined that period in time There's a story seldom told Of a Dyslexic Shepherd boy Who guarded the town's flock From a wolf with hungry eyes The Mayor said...Read the rest...

When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight, he sits in the midst of childhood confusion, bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight, crafting a castle from artistic vision where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows; letters and numbers, no...Read the rest...

My mother mentioned casually that I was dyslexic. This was something I had forgotten. I knew I had to wear a glove for a year of first grade To force me to not use my left dominant hand. But...Read the rest...

I sold my soul to Santa but it's much too soon to tell. If an everlasting Christmas is preferable to hell....Read the rest...

I once knew a man who was dyslexic It really made his whole world hectic The manner he preferred Was to write things backward His poems were poetic eclectic...Read the rest...

Lost in dyslexic canyons David J Walker Washed in the flight Of a red-ish glaze The neurons bathe in Their own light Sometimes unable to translate The sights and Sometimes the sounds That surround the visions of What could...Read the rest...

THE DYSLEXIC NIGHT Back in the first millennium, Putting the world to rights, There lived a king called Arthur With a band of gallant knights. They did things democratically, Seated round a table. Although the lines are slightly blurred Between true fact and...Read the rest...

Had Chuck Berry's parents Been mildly dyslexic He'd have been 'Buck Cherry' ~ Making sounds gastroentric...Read the rest...

Words in the belfry, words in the hall, words in my sandwiches, words for us all. What if you know no written words? What if you cannot read? What is my world? Words in my head, swirling...Read the rest...

There he hangs amidst his bunch, tempting me to have him for dinner, filling me with guilt about how I feel about this living thing with its yellow skin. My Buick’s also yellow, a sight to see. It was bought...Read the rest...

Some of my poems you might have read My spelling has been bad Its because I am dyslexic I've been like that since a lad. At school I wasn't, clever But I always tried my best When it came to written...Read the rest...

I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik underneath my steehsdeb I would slip. retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed - ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP. As I nageb to worg into a fine,...Read the rest...

Slowly but surly the will of the lord will exist Let the mind run wild or the body frolic with fire The soul will always accomplish the divine command Death; the day of reckoning gives us rebirth pain. Can...Read the rest...

I want to go down in history as a humanitarian like Quincy Jones, so I'm going to listen to what he said and, if it rains I'm going to get wet, also If I want an A,...Read the rest...

in a very exhuasting aftrenoon i see you once more. with your almond-brown doe eyes taht spell wisdom, a smile that says never evre fear. there in yuor table yuo drew a picture taht was full of color. red, bleu,...Read the rest...