Alienation Poems - Poems about Alienation

Pacing in an empty room, I'm sick, and tired of fighting This unyielding evil Who makes his case To torment our family And as the minutes turn to hours, I feel the force of cruel waves Crashing against the guiltless shore, As he tries to drown The truth in lies And so I say a silent prayer, Hoping against hope For an end To an endless storm I pray...

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At daggers drawn with no discharge in animosity Berated and mocked regardless of my actions or intentions Cant take much more, hell I'm 27 "Dont take it mate", bite that bullet Everything i hoped, friendship, closeness Fond memories few and far between Granted, i was not abused or physically neglected Had it all, school trips, gadgets, want for...

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The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace, knowing he must yet traverse the whale-path’s rime-cold waters, stirring the waves with his hands & oars, heartsick & troubled in spirit, always bending his back to his exile-ways.” “Fate is inexorable.” Thus spoke the wanderer, mindful...

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a robin chirping near the window serves up a delicious bit of melancholy on the living room floor an air mattress quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve this place, this home, this abode the result of a thirty year 'bout with the devil at an old card table that might not survive a battered folding chair my unlikely throne ...

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The catcher in the rye I go and drop the ball I lay it down and cry I’m sleeping in the stall Cause everyone is phony Your company is lonely Your animals are bony Your everything is only I’m underneath the bridge Below the overpass I’m locked inside the fridge I’m sleeping in the grass Cause everyone is faking Every excuse for bailing Your painted skin is flaking Success...

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It's not a stillness, really, but the noise fading into something else. I am the forgotten beat in the rush, the space between clashing symbols, drowned out but unbroken. They circle around me, a frenzy of flashes, their words sparks, their bodies electric with purpose - all moving, all wanting, but I am the breath between their sighs. I don't belong to...

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Efficiency, anxiety Result, vanity Success, burnout Alienation, disguise Unconscious, relapse Control, coact Apologist: own merit! Arbitrary, reclusive Circus, bread Conscious, blurred Acceptance. Commotion, trivialization Affection, weakness Love, liquid Affliction, medication People can no longer Human beings. - Bruna Beatrice....

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I can’t fit inside this lock I can’t fit inside this sock This hole is not meant for me Body stretching out from me Out of sync Misshapen link Wash the ink out in the sink You went day and I went night I went left and you went right And everything just looks so wrong I don’t understand this song I am...

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A silent storm rages...it rages in his heart, He watches his child being pulled apart. As she whispers poison again in the ear, His child drifts away, with doubt and fear. Tears of anguish, a silent cry... ...he feels however hard he may try, The judge there might turn a deaf ear to him, Though...

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She sinks into her threadbare cushion on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily placing her thin-skinned arms cold to the touch upon the arm rail darkened from the oil of her skin Creaks and moans play a tedious rhythmic song from loosed screws holding the oak rockers that roll over the rutted floor back and forth her feet pushing off an upswept...

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An old world united. Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned. Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour. Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities. Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations. Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism. Will I again feel wind or...

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Thrice about the cauldron go and answer me, if it be known. Untie the words and give them form, dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm. A new tradition has traction gained, a tradition of alienated masculine pain. Where insults demand their due in blood in schools, in stores, and quiet neighborhoods....

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the hole in the street is a gaping wound it’s been here for two months now the walls in the house groan and ache as the front yard hides in shadows the night is an ocean set in front of me while sitting at my laptop i hear a pattering sound i open the door and look outside to see there’s no rain but restless crickets sing a street light flickers dead stars the...

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Let's have a conversation morning greeting once a favor hug Without As a neighbour We Live for over 10 Years no fault of each other....

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Ideology penetrates the skull... alien missile, strange... Is a parrot that repeats voices of yesteryear to muster herd... Strong lie to form minions to lick boots of rogues, humans......

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