Best Left Out Poems


Premium Member 'twas the Night Before Christmas and Christ Was Left Out

Twas the night before christmas 
and Christ was left out,
with no peep of the Good News,
no mountainous shout.

Stockings were hung 
by the chimney the same, 
but no one made mention 
of the Savior's name.

On this sacred night
there were still shopping plans.
Their heart was poured out
through money changers' hands.

'Twas the hustle and bustle
of past Christmas Eves.
Once deemed a holy night,
now a den of thieves.*

Folks went into debt
for the pleasure to give,
not counting the cross
and what it cost to forgive.

Presents were plenty.
Wish lists were fulfilled,
but they didn't thank God
for the blood that was spilled.

An "X" had replaced
the unspeakable name.
Christmas without Christ
was now one and the same.

'Twas the night before Christmas 
and Christ was left out.
The townsfolk had forgotten 
what Christmas was about.

Merry Christmas to all; let Christ become your light.

*Matthew 21:12-13

And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."

12-2-19

Second To Last Place

No one remembers
Second to last place
No one recalls
That name or that face

If you ask who came first
The crowd yells and cheers
If you ask who came last
The crowd boos and jeers

But the one standing next to him
Never gets called
There are no tomatoes
Just one huge brick wall

Second Place

There it is
That feeling again
The feeling that
I'll never be one of you
And that
No matter how hard I try
There's something separating us
And I am again
Second place


Alone and Left Out

Why was I the only one left out?
Having to be still when I want to shout
A social reject, outcasted from the group
Turning to no one i sat on my stoop 
Alone without friends
Being the hand to no one I lend
Outside in a poor lonely heap
Undying is the rage and aching I keep
Trying to keep my calm face on
Making the happiness look dead-on 
Everybody fooled yet
?
© Shay Funk  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Left-Out

How many times have they rehearsed 
Abbott and Costello- "Who's on First" 
Most all the players- they've talked about 
Except for me, because I played...left, out

Premium Member Closed Out

The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me     to hear.
About me,     but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness 
keeps me      estranged,
unchanged from who 
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me     or not,
I am unwanted in.

12-11-2024


Weird Looks

I'm afraid of your weird looks again
I'm just trying to joke with you guys
[REDACTED] made the same joke yesterday
Why isn't it funny anymore?

I don't understand
What is this code you all have?

Left Out

be aware
someone care
don't just stare
looking mad
or looking sad
no doudt
you feel
LEFT OUT

Left Out

Broken by the 
winds of time
    Left out 
  in the frosty solitude
where I never 
   expected to be
      Did you see the lights 
as they danced on the 
        waters?
  Perhaps we can work 
  together and build 
 something 
      to float on those 
waters 
   before darkness
covers us altogether
and we are 
  left with 
only shreds of 
what we once loved

Left out

Don't show me love,
I can't handle it anymore.
Just answer me one question -
Why it's always me, left to suffer alone?
Man, why I'm so bloody loser!
You don't have any answer of it?
Then hit me, beat me to death.
Cause in my death your saviour will come.

I Haven'T Left Out Anything

We have had no television for years.
People ask how can you live this way?
Don't you care
About what you are missing day after day?
I'm not missing anything.
I have lots of fun
Makings all kinds of things.
I even sell some of them when they're done.
There's hand made quilts, earrings,
And a list of read books
Which brings
Me to special meals I learned to cook
And how quaint
I can even paint.

Left Out

I  feel left out of the pack,

But I will make my own way now.

I realize I am supposed to stand out,

And inspire the world.

So let me take off these wings and grow mine own.

For I am flying to my own place not another one.

'Plan B'

And I wondered how can it be felt that effortlessly                                                                                                                                      The feeling of not being left out, when that one leaves                                                                                                                                               Only then you remember my existence and that I’m here                                                                                                                                            Seasons went by and you’ve travelled the world with that one in mind                                                                                                                                            Yet I’m still stuck here waiting for you but you never came
                                                                                                                                             
It wasn’t about being busy as you said, I just wasn’t the priority                                                                                                                                           That feeling of uneasiness in my chest that I get when                                                                                                                                            I realize I didn’t mean as much as you did for me                                                                                                                                           When I’m included only when others aren’t available
                                                                                                                                                
It feels like there’s a void in my heart surrounded by endless solitude                                                                                                                                           But can it be filled when I’m no longer the backup friend, your “Plan B”?....

Talk to me

I talk to you but you don't talk back
I want you to talk to me at night
Talk to me in the morning, during the day
Talk to me happy
Talk to me like you care
I want to be able to call you and we talk all night
To the point that I fall asleep to the sound of your voice
Because out of all the sounds in the world
Your voice is my favorite 
Talk to me like you want to
Talk to me like you mean it 
Talk to me like you need me to breathe 
Talk to me like you want to know me
Talk to me like I’m not always going to be here
Talk to me like you'll die without me
Like you need me to live
Is this just a one way relationship
Or will you talk to me like you need me to always be there 
Talk to me kind
Talk to me sweet
Talk to me like you’re afraid to stop 
Because if you stop I’ll disappear 
Talk to me when you’re sad
Talk to me when you’re mad
Talk to me everyday 
Talk to me like I talk to you
Because that's all that makes me glad 
But even when you won’t talk to me
I’ll always talk to you
Still hoping one day I’ll talk to you
And you’ll talk back to me

Premium Member I Think a Few Facts Were Left Out

newspaper report
Malibu, California
August 10th, 2025
mountain lion bites eleven-year-old girl

bites?
not mauls?
bites?
not kills?

I think the reporter left out a few things.
The girl was at her chicken coop
she began screaming

Her mother and a sibling came out with a stun gun
they stunned the mountain lion
the wildlife people responded, finding it hiding.
They shot it dead

How many people hear screaming and run outside with a stun gun?

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