Poems By Others

This page has poems that i have recieved from other people I have met through the ADD Chat Group.

If you have a poem to submit

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The girl that wrote this poem, wrote it for school The teacher gave it back to her with "do over this is not what we are looking for." written on it. Her mother forwarded to me and I think it says so well what children have to go through at school with others who do not understand ENJOY

Mama Says

Mama says their only words, But I wonder if she's heard the terrible things that I've heard. I wonder if mama knows those very words that hurt so. The words that broke my heart, and tore my very soul apart. those hateful, hurtful words that everyone says.

BY Kara-lyn Kerridge

DAD can be Spelled Another Way

When I spend time with my Dad I have lots of fun I also learn a lot as well But my Dad is different He teaches me school stuff and unique fun stuff Stuff that when I talk to my friends their dads do not teach them

My dad reads to me and we have two favorite books by the same author Where the Sidewalk Ends, and A Light in the Attic These are books of children's poems by Shel Silverstien and he is my favorite Dad also reads them in strange fun ways, not like my Mom does

Mom and Dad to are not married any more but they both love me I now know why the side walk ends I also know who left the light on in the attic It was Dad who didn't finish the sidewalk It was also Dad who left the light on in the attic, the basement and ,

One thing about spelling Dad, it also spells ADD Which we found out a year ago Dad has and his ADD makes him different This has explained why the sidewalk is not done and the light is left on It explains the time he left his calculator on the coffee table and took the remote control on a business trip with him or finding the ice cream in the pantry and sugar in the fridge

Dad adores me, encourages me and loves like most dads My Dad has a gift and that is his ADD So when I find the lawn half mowed or the anything else like that I can assure you that he is finding something wonderful for us to do So I learn, have fun and mature into a beautiful person

I would not trade him for the world nor trade his adoring eyes Dad's gifts explains why other dads' are not as neat It explains why my Dad treats me like I am not Crazy, Lazy or Stupid He was treated that way and will not allow me to be It explains why he is so creative and seeks out fun Fun my Mom disagrees with (but don't tell her, she'll get mad at him)

Daddy,  Thank you and I love you

by JD Blanc

Who Am I

Who am I, you ask I am like so many others I have always been here

I have been with the most powerful I have been with the most creative I have been with others as well

George Washington and I crossed the Delaware Edison and I invented the light bulb Ben Franklin and I provided wonderful insight

Hitler tried to eliminate me because he could not control me So who am I, well that is simple I am the wonderful thoughts of those with ADD

by JD Blanc

THE CHILD

The child that I see a puzzle, a tear, a joy to me. So deep, so turbulent, a brilliant star. So close the heart, the mind so far. A world of thought behind his eyes. Many needs, many cries. To love this much, it should heal. Give him hope, make it real.

Christine

I Think

I think of things like birds, animals, things, family and friends, jobs and schemes. I'm glad that i can do all this, it is really fine, but why does my head have to be doing it all, all of the time

r. coates

Come into my World

Come into my world and know of all the scattered pieces.

Come into my heart and know There is a lot more to me than what you see.

Look into my eyes and see my very soul and know I have suffered to great loss.

Come into my soul and know I trust so very few.

Carol Kerridge

If

If I could look at you , and see you smile, then maybe this would all be worth while. If I could touch you, and know you would not pull away. Then I would know you found a way to stay. If I could talk to you, and you could understand. That the very essence of you holds my heart in you hands. If I could see you, and not see the pain. maybe just maybe, I could believe love cures all again. ~ For all our kids~

Unusuallydelightful

Understand

Why am I treated different? And why don't you understand? I'm not just a label. All I need is a helping hand.

You seem to think I'm bad. But if you look I reall ain't. I always seem to get into trouble, At the slightest complaint.

I really try to make you happy. But it never really works out. You only end up angry with me. Then point at me and shout.

If you only could see, How bad that makes me feel. And sometimes I start to believe You think I'm a fifth wheel.

When other kids laugh at me, I don't understand why. It makes me feel lonely, And all I want to do is die.

Maybe if you would listen to me And see who I really am, Then maybe neither one of us Would feel like we're in a jam.

I'm may not be the "perfect" child. I may have problems you can't see, But if you take the time to understand I will make you proud of me.

Hope you like it. Thanks for reading it.

Michelle

Life as I know it Will begin once more There are no secrets I can guess what is in store Maybe she will change And be someone nice Should I hold my breath? Or is her heart still ice? Even if she is compassionate My home is not here. My heart is with my mommy That much I made clear. Life how I wanted it What I almost had It would have been perfect But now I am left sad. We would have been great Both happy and safe Home is where the heart is There is no better place Always and forever I love you so much We have to believe One day we will touch. Katie Marie Trafficante

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