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The little wizard’s spell for autism’s world
Twinkle, twinkle, wizard’s light,in my cauldron, colors bright.Stir the stars and moonbeam’s gleam,open wide, a world unseen.Swirling shapes and patterns bold,whispering secrets, stories told.Autism’s realm, where wonders dwell,a magic spell, I cast so well. Rainbow thoughts, a symphony,each unique, a mystery.Sparkling minds, a dazzling dance,a different tune, a joyful trance.In every hue, a special grace,a smile that lights a loving space. Puzzle pieces, one by one,creating magic, brightly spun.In every twist, a new delight,a world of wonder, shining bright. With kindness wings, we take our flight,to understand with all our might.In this world, where senses soar,a symphony that we adore.Each note a gift, a treasure found,a world of magic, all…
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The scooter’s enchanting flight
I wrote this poem for a school assignment, needing to combine something I love with fantasy. I had to change the subject to female to maintain the rhyme scheme, but I actually like how it turned out. I wish there were more girls who rode scooters; it’s not something we see often where I live. My poem: In twilight’s embrace, where shadows dance and weave,A scooter gleams, a steed for dreams to leave,Two wheels whisper,A symphony untold,An invitation to adventures bold. With a push and a glide, the world starts to blur,The wind a companion, the road a guide for her,Each corner turned,A new path revealed,As secrets of the city…
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My kite
This poem is about life with autism. Sometimes it feels impossible to make friends. We’re right there, but it’s like nobody really sees us. We just want a chance, and for someone to accept us as we are. My poem: My kite flies high, a speck of red,while my thoughts spin round in my head.I see them laugh, I hear them shout,but how to join, I can’t work out.My heart says “go!” but fear says “hide”,so under my blanket, I’ll confide. Words get stuck like toys in a box,the right ones hide like a sneaky fox.I want a friend, to share my day,show me games, a different way.Maybe they’ll see…
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The heart of a child
Little Aleks with his sunshine smile,built castles high for just a while.Seashells clattered with clickety-clack,as pirates searched for treasures on his back.But with each new birthday, his world unfurled,lessons whispered by a breeze that swirled. His toybox friends, they held court each day,sharing secrets in their old, dusty way.The bear, with patches and a lopsided ear,taught kindness and how to conquer fear.Books were portals to faraway places,with princesses bold and curious faces. Kites took wing in the wide open sky,while paper planes dared to soar so high.Muddy puddles, like mirrors so bright,reflected clouds in the warm summer light.And as laughter faded into sighs so deep,the aches of growing chased away…
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The land of weekends
Wishing you a weekend of laughter and light! I hope my poem brings a smile to your face. My poem: Friday giggles at day’s final bow,whispering secrets, with time running slow.A portal hums bright, a path softly gleams,the land of weekends calls forth my dreams. Through cotton-cloud tunnels, my spirit takes flight,where Saturdays shimmer in marshmallow light.Lollipop trees sway, their branches so sweet,each leaf a wish, where laughter and joy meet. On bubblegum hills, I bounce and I sing,chasing fireflies, each with a glittering wing.Jellyfish bounce with a bubbly rebound,their laughter a jiggle, a magical sound. By the lemonade sea, a sandcastle gleams,its windows of sugar, spun from sweet dreams.Seaweed…
