The BIG poEm Thread | ADHD Information
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This poem is only dedicated to the men that deserve it.
That is no one man on this forum (yet) ok ?
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What
About
ME???

[QUOTE=Countrygirl] Edited by Countrygirl on 04/23/2006
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Man!
Do U Edit a lot or what???
Hey, you aren't an "Editor", are you...?

OMG, I'm lame. I just NOW saw this thread and I posted a poem separately a while ago. Now it'll be in the right spot.

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No more excuses
I have no more excuses
now just one reason
to explain it all simply
now is the season.
The stealing, the worry
the chaos, the pain
the highs and the lows
drove me insane.
Failed at marriage
flunked at work
somehow I always thought
that “they” were the jerk.
The troubles life has
I’ve seen more than my share
I thought God gave them to me
because He knew I could bear.
From the bad choices
about love and about money
to the bad decisions I made
for you, my honey.
The worrying, the moods
it all has a name
the anxieties and depression
all one in the same.
I have the answers now
my life seems so clear
I am embarking new adventures
my mind no longer a smear.
The puzzle is complete
what an arduous task
Every piece where it belongs
and I can take off the mask.
With this one reason
I completely understand my life
I no longer look behind me
I no longer have that strife.
I no longer have that turmoil
that raged a war in me
I will be a better self
Life will be better, you’ll see.
I see hope in my future
for better days to come
for true peace and serenity
for all days, not some.
k.ley
644am
041009
Puzzle Pieces
Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit
My lifes a shifting puzzle
The pieces come and go
Its really quiet confusing
Thought Id let you know (there is no rhyme or flow)
But at the core theres something more
Or is it something less?
Either way Im here to stay
To make the pieces fit
Find a piece then lose a piece
Lifes puzzle has no amount to count
But still Im looking for the piece
Though its an endless search
Some people glue their finished puzzle
And hang it on the way
I say to hell with that
Mix it up and make something new
A cluttered brain cannot abstain
Although it hurts the same
You wont get far playing by the rules
But thats in the rules of the game
Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit
I Tried To Catch A Raindrop
A poEm by David Hornor
June 29, 2011
O 4get it already.
My thots, like the rain,
can't be cot in a sieve
like my brAin.
Wears my ritalin
That's a cry for help.
I am so frustrated I'm crying.
A 55 year old man.
I had a great thought this morning, and before I could get out of bed, find
writing
utensils, I lost the thought. I know it was a good thought! It's so
hard to find it again. To go back there. To recreate the circumstances
that lead up to the thought. It could have changed the world.
Instead, I'm in tears.
I hate it.
I'm so tired of it.
I want to give up.
For those who prefer final frontiers, profound pioneering, and bigger boundaries...
About little poEms, BIG poEms, or those in between. One word, or one millenia, or one letter:
You may post as many as you want
here, (please, however, not over 19 in a row) otherwise follow the
guidelines found at this link, a/b the things legalese.
http://www.adhdnews.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=10159& PN=1&TPN=1
aNd No thiNg Nasty
Davidornado38597.8511574074
Making fun of your ADHD through poetry is fun 
Blame the Elves
There are elves that live behind the numbers
that glow inside a box on my bedroom desk.
They have stupid names like "tick" and "tock"
Elves always have names like "snap" "crackle" "pop"
but they're evil, not benign cereal elves,
and they like to tinker with the time on my clock.
Switching 1's and 3's, 7's and 9's,
I think they just like messing with my mind.
What? You don't believe me?
It's the truth I'm telling you!
It's not that I'm bad at judging time.
It's not that it seems to fly by
when I get easily distracted.
It's not that, it's not that,
Okay . . . maybe it is.
Pro~Crastinatio
I love procrastination!
It fits me oh!, so well.
I wait until the last minute,
Then listen for the bell
On the elvish stroke of midnight,
When I find myself in hell.
I am a lifelong pro,
But I do want things to gel.
So I ask for an extension,
In order to excel,
But lo! in the final moment,
I want time to dwell.
Pro~Crastinatio
A Professional poEm
by
Davidornadog
How about another one, then? (Short, but sweet)
Procrastination
Wait.
Don't hesitate.
Feel free to procrastinate.
but don't hate the decision you make
although it may be too late . . .
Bad habits are hard to break.
The Gift
The gasp from the crowd was audible
And a few smiles even vanished
As the mallet drove the first spike
Through the torn and bleeding hand.
With haste and little care the other montrous nails
Were blasted through His flesh
And He was lifted, silent, naked, blood covered and agonizing
Amid the jeers, the applause the lust of the ones He loved so dearly.
Dark clouds boiled, winds tore at the rocky summit
As people slaped and mocked and spitAnd taught their children---
Yet in silence He enured, weeping not in pain, for these
He loved had still so awfully far to go.
Eyes closed, He spoke often with His Father, who stood very near, of
Gethsemane and the torment which left His blood to stain the ground
Atoning for this so great a sin
And all others, past and yet to come.
Anguish-filled hours dragged slowly by
As he Hung trembling because of pain
And suffering both body and spirit
Till the Father in perfect love and understanding withdrew.
Now alone, and totally so
The Son cried out in agony of spirit
MY GOD MY GOD
Why hast thou forsaken me?
And then a time, only a moment perhaps
But longer than an eternity
When the Son, lonely still and in silence
Partook of the bitter cup, and finnished his sacrifice
For the children of man.
Father, the glory be Thine
I have given the gift Thou sent me forth to give---
My love for them is now perfect that theirs may one day be.
It is finished!
Into Thy hands, as always
I commend my spirit.
Distraction
I'm cutting in and out of reality,
transmission signals fading and weakening.
Customer service must be on lunch break again.
And I'm thinkin' about summertime afternoon,
pictures in the clouds; windows are such a distraction.
PAY ATTENTION!
I'm supposed to be PAYING ATTENTION!
And I'm thinkin' about lunchtime edibles,
skittles in my lunchbag; too bad it's only 9 am.
I gotta make the world stop turning,
it's such a distraction . . .
maybe I'm the distraction . . .
mind's drifting away
perceiving just a fraction
of the action.
And I'm thinkin' about hotwheels, barbie dolls,
fireworks are the best; why can't I bring them to school?
A-D what? H-D huh? So sorry I wasn't listening.
And I'm thinkin' about Saturday cartoons,
weekends are the best; too bad it's Monday morning.
POP QUIZ? What?!! Why didn't you warn me?
Now I'll have to play my favorite game:
Fill in the blanks with my attention span.
boredomkills38597.5892476852davido last poem reminds me not of a poem but a schoolyard joke:
vhy did the viper vipe 'er nose?
because the adder ad 'er andkerchief....
typical ADDer probably forgot to return it.
'twas my life before RitLA,
An Other PoEm
x DAvidornaDog
'twas my life before RitLA,
When all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, yes, even the
mouse...
And all the self-meds, were hung up with care,
In hopes that somebody just wouldn't dare
Think that I'm crazy, or put me in _______ (<there).
When up in the attic, there rose suchuk ladder,
When I fine'ly found out, that I is an ADDer.
I'm on Stratterra, yes you see
But, it is not helping me
I'm sure there is so much more I can be
Please oh PLEASE something HELP ME!
LTC138610.6483796296
I'm 54 and I have no friends
except the ones inside my head
They say you can do it
and your oh kay
Don't think, don't worry
about yesterday
What can I do right now
to help those in need
When I'm not strangled
by my own greed
Here I am STUCK inside of Me
Who and what, am I suppose to be
My mind is drifting on an endless sea
Thoughts are ShIfTiNg and DiSjOiNtEd
always I'm forever Wanting
So UNsure of WHAT I'm FEELING
MY mind keeps me Reeling
Loosing
Loosing
Loosing control
never knowing which
way to go
I MUST STAND ALONE
THERE IS NO HAPPY HOME
TRY TO GIVE ALL I CAN
I CAN NOT PLEASE A MAN
I'M ALWAYS FOUND TO BE SO LACKING
MIGHT AS WELL START MY PACKING
Standing on shifting sand
always searching for a suporting
hand
too much, too much for a mortal
man
Why God have you given me this[/
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It has caused me such great[/
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<FONT face=Arial>Maybe I will feel better by
tomorrow.....
LELALTC138806.6992013889
Fall Swing