Dyslexic Poems - Poems about Dyslexic

Letters were mad hat interlopers I cannot decipher them Eeties at Hoppies was my diction for Sweets at Shops when i was four Its hard being a dyslexic Oh boy I feel so out of it with my younger sisters picking it up so easily I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone but sometimes I miscued I felt half baked but my love of History became my...

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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 to cry Wolf when he attacked Then townsfolk would run to his aid never should he raise a false alarm The Shepherd Boy...

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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 longer mere shadows, architecting comfort through mini figures that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours. Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation, lego became...

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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 I had forgotten the hours I spent after school with Miss Kneeland. Miss Kneeland was an old maid school teacher Who had...

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

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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...

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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 be It’s how I see the world From my view Lost in dyslexic canyons...

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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 fable. The knights were known for gallantry, Fighting many a foe, And saving maidens from dragons. They were always on the go. But one knight...

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

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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 around, making me laugh. Idiocy, munchkin and calf. How would you play video games if you could not read how to...

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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 almost new in 2001. The car covers the miles like a rocket ethereal, the banana’s king sliced atop a bowl of oatmeal. My...

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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 work It was something I detest. Dyslexia now you know I have It,s been with me all my life Now if I want to...

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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, erutam nam I wenk I was different morf other fellas - Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain I was totally...

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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 there be joy within the separation from God? For invisible love is beyond this body mind and soul....

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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, can't be scared to get a F, so if I dream, then strive, I can get it, I'm going to stay young hearted...

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