Banished Poems - Poems about Banished

The King Banished a Cat

The king banished a cat, such a jest,
To Madrid, in the west, on a quest.
With Spanish cheese and feline grace,
It grew plump in that very place,
Then married a funny  in haste.

Deception In Soup Creek

Deception In Soup Creek

There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A bold western saga exquisite
A Mayor, a Sheriff, a saloon proprietor 
A bar owner, also a realtor
What comes next you can’t

Banished By All

An outcast to all
His presence is unholy
Forever banished



Submitted: 29/03/2022 copyright

The Banished

I wait to be deemed a criminal. 

They tell me my imprisonment is terminal. 

As my innocence pervades. 

I become a waiting specimen as deception invades. 

I am the hope that they resent. 

They were unable to confiscate the hope I present. 

I am in this community of the banished. 

Our intentions to reignite with

Banished Or Freed

Untether my blood, for it is cruel. 

Sanity drips from my veins like gruel. 

As my web of failure becomes unthreaded. 

I feel I am unheaded. 

As delusions that are kind take hold. 

Not as strong as the electrodes, I am told.

As I find my desperation to escape vanishes. 

They set me outside with all

A Banished One

World is an illusion or in it 
Don't flout, 
be the one
Or rebel
and banish
Be firm in
and flout 
As a child
World obstinate 
Till truth reavel

A Banished Breath

The toxic air begins to plow
A banished breath below his brow,
A contorted face the last thing we see
Ignorance thrust by just one knee;

My brother’s pain lies on the ground
There’s no escape for he is bound,
The hatred falls from above his head
Silent screams of the tears he shed;

Asphyxiation by the light of day
The vultures circle for

She Wolf Is Banished

Kind thoughts were hard to come by
After the she-wolves began comparing stories
Feeding off each other, exaggerating her infractions
By the time Grandmother Wolf entered the den
It was too late to refocus the she-wolves
They were stirred and frenzied
Ready to banish her from the pack

Banished

It’s an ache in my chest,
A loss of breath,
Hot tears and no rest.

It’s a sacrifice of love
On a platter of pain.
Down low I remain.

It’s a fall from grace
To a dark empty place.
Disgraced.

It’s a loss of my sun,
A bloody moon,
Banished from paradise too soon.

It’s a why and a how,
A mystery,
 To go from heaven to misery.




By:

Banished

Something I really haven't destroyed yet
Perhaps tomorrow it'll happen but dontcha bet
Sometimes it happens at will
Though I've heard there are pills
But banished from the Soup I'd surely regret

Banished

This is not a sex song,

this is just a grown up transaction,

this is simply getting it wrong-
yet we don't have a day after,

this is none other than a fight to the finish-

yet we're fending off the dark,
and hardly can speak English.

This is the known world being torn away by the nails,

people making no sense,

and the

Banished Bauble

I’m a Christmas bauble
I was hanging on a tree
Then I caught ‘Tinselitis’
Now no one wants to hang around with me!

For many years I was used
As a Christmas decoration
The children would stare at me
With awe and admiration

This year I became very ill
For ‘Tinselitis’ has no cure
The owner of the Christmas tree
Has thrown me out the door

Now

Banished

BANISHED

autumn evening breezes float
fresh through my bedroom
window

birds twitter dusk messages
in an early sunset 
crescendo

trying to take in something
nothing registers feelings
innuendos

just hollowed echo 
a blandcold numbed 
November

BANISHED


© Kim van Breda

Banished

Banished 

 have you seen the man with long arms walking down your street by sight 

have you seen the man with a long face because he's nowhere to sleep tonight 




have you ever seen a light that shone then taken away by someone Else's spite 

have you seen the man who sees the rain

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

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