#Dyslexic Poet

[thesorcererpoet]

Encouragement

The biggest reason I am so enamoured with tumblr is that it’s such a supportive place to share your creations. While some work on here is indeed impressive, I love it that we all just share and support each other to grow, no matter what skill level we are at.

I have been writing since I was a child on and off, and it’s something that is deeply important to me, but honestly, my work got so much better when I first did a blog on here some years ago. I think a big part of the reason is because of that encouragement. You also get to know what others enjoy. You can literally see when you’ve written something good and it’s often surprising what it is that others like. Sometimes it’s even work that I wasn’t so sure of myself that others were drawn to.

As a challenge to myself, for several months I decided I was going to write every single day. I was so inspired by what I saw here that I was never short of inspiration. It was like somehow we are all in collaboration, adding our words to the conversation. That conversation with the world, with ourselves and each other is the important thing. It makes me want to think and to create.

Being in that writing habit, that’s the key to your growth. Just read, and push yourself to write. Find inspiration in the writers around you that you love. Read poetry, see how it all fits together, how it feels, how the rhythm flows, where it rhymes and half rhymes, where words sound comfortable together, where they clash deliberately and keep going!

May your writing journey bring you much joy!

P.S. I am dyslexic and dyspraxic. Don’t let anybody tell you learning difficulties have to be a barrier to your joy, they don’t.

[peskypoetry]

When You Feel Like Giving Up

In those moments when the weight of the world seems unbearable, remember, there's always someone ready to share the load. 🌟 Pesky Poet's latest piece reminds us that a simple walk, a shared silence, or just being together can make all the difference. Reach out, and let's walk through it together. #YouAreNotAlone #SupportEachOther

When you feel like giving up,And you just don’t give a fuck,Just look up my number.***You don’t have to talk,We could just go walk,And I’ll be with you.***If you just put me on ramble,I can talk and you can mumble,While saying very little.***So if you need to vent,Or just to hear my end,Call and I’ll be with you. 🚀 Spread the Joy! Sharing a poem can brighten a poet’s world. Let’s light up the…

[bigdumbbambieyes]

steve finds a piece of paper in his locker between classes.

he unfolds the softened paper carefully, like he’s scared it’d tear apart in his hands if he’s too rough with it. the note is soft in the way paper becomes after its fiddled and played with nervously and held in sweat-slick palms for too long.

he reads it as quietly as he can under his breath, because it helps his brain not to switch the letters around.

you are the bittersweet between my teeth

the secret sugar cube melting under my tongue

rotting me from the inside out

with your love

a blush warms his face and neck and he glances up and down the busy hall, half hoping that he’d find a familiar gaze looking back, but he doesn’t.

he knows where to find it, though.

he folds the paper up and slips it into the pocket of his polo, placing it right over his heart for safe keeping.

part 2

[very-gay-poet]

This was supposed to be about my fanfic and what themes I wanted to portray but I may have ranted a little lmao (this was written by someone who is late diagnosed)

the only kids at Hogwarts that are diagnosed as neurodivergent/disabled are those who were raised/have close ties to the muggle world so there's tons of kids who just don't know that there's people like them and they aren't a freak/stupid/weird/lazy their brains just operate differently.

Ron having dyslexia but not knowing it/ being undiagnosed while Hermione and Harry are diagnosed with their respective neurodivergence, used to show the difference on how a child who is undiagnosed views themselves and the importance of diagnosing your child if you suspect/ reminding children that they're allowed to talk about things they struggle with and that they should be treated with seriousness when they open up about it, and it not being seen as a "downside", a "weakness" as well as not being seen as a "super power" or that you're "special" (while that can be encouraging to younger kids it needs to be reminded that their disability can disable them and they're not wrong/a burden for asking for help/assistance and shouldn't be expected to never have bad days especially with people with chronic illness where mobility aids are involved and being interchangeable for some people (needing a wheelchair one day but a cane the next). The message being; you are allowed to have some sort of aid, you are allowed to ask for help help, and you sure as hell shouldn't apologize for simply existing in another's space. You are allowed to be there like anyone else.)

[sun-dipped-quill]

Dyslexic

I have dyslexia which really kinda sucks. which really kind of sucks

especially whenever I to try reaparagra..(remember deep breaths)

I have dyslexia… (wrong line)

whenever I try to read or write a single paragraph

so it’s funny that a poet…. (Okay let’s try from the top)

I have dyslexia, which really kinda sucks. Especially so, when I try to read or write a single paragraph, so it’s funny that I ended up a poet.

[humanconditionpoetry]

A Poem Request

Hello Everyone, I hope this post finds you well!

I have had this poem on my blog for quite a while now, however, someone asked if I could put in plain front. So, Here is the poem in plain front for anybody who wishes to read it and it should be more neurodivergent and Dyslexic friendly!

That said....

This is a little bit of a more mature theme in this poem as it is deals with death/maybe suicide(can be interrupted that way), so that is a trigger warning for you all! Read at your own discretion!

Again, T.W for death and possible suicide interpretation.

[mayaswiterblog]

Memory

This poem was originally posted on Wattpad on 11 July 2015.

I never remembered texts Nor I do nowadays and now The pictures, moves, Colours and rooms All of them I remember clear The posters, the films The appearance of my friends But words and songs I cannot recall without fail I may remember the way How the song goes But how the sentence forms I have no clue, And I muss up the words No speech, no talk Only pictures and eyes

[magicalflowernerd00]

I love sketching, photography and poetry. Summer is arriving in the Uk and I have wrote some new lines 🖊️🌞✨

I have dyslexia and Autism. I will adjust and correct some lines but I just wanted to be so positive with a stressful day and celebrate the return on the sunbeams that highlight the happiness within 🌻🌞☀️ what’s your thoughts on the summer season ( I do like autumn ultimately)

Lou 🥀

[xxstrawberryfeelsxx]

[ericmoonly]

i wanna write poems so bad but im not really good at writing and im dyslexic (my dyslexia is just bad af..) so i dont think its a really good idea.. i mean i wrote like two kinda short poems, but i needed to check everything on internet if i wrote it right and its kinda idk not very poet style?😧

also connor holding plushie connor is so adorable fr.

[crunchy-soup222]

Rant about Neil Perry's d*ath in DPS... **Tw suicide

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Okay, bear with me for this...

Because I am fully aware that Neil and Todd weren't canon no matter how delusional I am... they totally were in love right? But I always see posts on here like "what was Neil thinking?" and "did he even stop to think about how this would affect Todd and the others and blahblahblah" and honestly, that is the point. That is what makes his death so tragic. It is very common for suicide to be viewed as selfish but in that moment you aren't thinking about other people, you're thinking how how much of a burden you are, how much better off everyone else would be without you... (In my personal experience ik that's not the case for everyone)

But in the case of Neil Perry I think he was 100% thinking about the others...

For a moment, let's just hypothetically say that Neil (or both Neil and Todd) had feelings for each other that they never admitted or fully realized. Realistically the two only knew each other for a semester, like four months tops. It would be that painful yet giddy double edged sword of having a crush on your roommate/best friend and not knowing if they reciprocate said feelings back.

The longing looks, the side glances, the butterflies and inside jokes.... The whole shebang!

Soo theoretically speaking... the night of the play when Neil took one last look at Todd/the other Poets from his father's car. Looking out of the window symbolism that I don't want to get into rn but can't stop thinking about He lost all hope. He was being sent away from Welton. He would have been forced to go to military school.

His father would never let him act again- imagine what he would do if he found out Neil had feelings for a boy. It would end badly.

Neil thought he was never going to be able to act or go back to school. In his mind he would never be able to see Todd or the other Poets ever again. And maybe, just maybe that was part of his thoughts before he did it, you know.

The prospect of being ripped away from his friends and love and passion was too much for him to bear and that's why he did it.

Anyways I'm sad now, sorry for that rant.

[k41tlyn8487]

Plz plz can people interact with

Becuase im so badly shadow banned i have gotten no interaction in 42 days 😭😭😭 and yet on this account my post from ten months ago is still getting likes bro

[peskypoetry]

Dyslexia Is A Blessing Not A Curse

"Feel the life beyond the verse." 🌱 Pesky Poet's new work offers an uplifting view on the gifts of dyslexia. It's about more than the challenges; it's the rich, alternative understanding of language and life it provides. Let's celebrate the depth and diversity of learning differently. #BeyondWords #DyslexiaBlessing

Dyslexia has been a blessing not a curse.It has made me infinitely better not worse.I see the world beyond the words.And feel the life beyond the verse.My language skills are not reversed.And although my spellings look diverse.My knowledge of the language is not inverse. 🚀 Spread the Joy! Sharing a poem can brighten a poet’s world. Let’s light up the poetic universe! ✨ Share this page on…

[bigdumbbambieyes]

part 2 of this post

steve finds another poem when he flicks his car visor down to get the morning sun out of his eyes.

the paper is yellow and lined blue, with familiar handwriting scrawled in red ink, and it tumbles down his chest before settling into his lap.

sitting in the school parking lot before class, he unfolds the note with a shy smile, carefully reading it under his breath like he had with the first poem. the red ink is harder to read but it’s worth the struggle.

i daydream a lot

about different things

like how you’d look on the beach

with sand in your hair and salt on your lips

i think kissing you like that

would be like kissing the ocean

steve blushes so hard that the tips of his ears turn red.

because he imagines it - he pictures them in the ocean, on a beach with the sun setting, holding one another close and sharing saltwater kisses as the waves lap at their feet.

his want for it burns almost as hot as his urge to go and track down the blond between classes and tell billy just what he thinks about his poem.

part 3

[authenticrottengirls]

There's something wrong about me, something twisted up, something that draws in bad people.

That sick, broken part of me reaches out her hand, eyes swirling brain fogey and beags for their approval.

[orion-thorngage]

Taylor Swift hates dyslexics

(from a sad dyslexic boyfriend of a very cute swiftie partner trying their best to learn the new album)