Best Misfit Poems
The forest's morning sunlight tip-toes through the trees
casting puzzle pieces round, oh so, carelessly;
hiding all the corner bits scattered by the breeze.
The slighter boles of ash whisper endlessly
as their upright slash of gray teases 'tween the green
while their larger cousins stand, oh so, stoically.
And, the sky far over head blues the in between
back lighting, spruce and pine, as far as the eye can see.
Man intrudes like a child, man and his machines.
Knocking down the squirrel's nest, disturbing the bee
leaving waste along the path, muddying the stream
misplaced is his disregard in that we all agree.
Oh so brashly, mankind walks through nature's domain
a misfit son, a terror, crippling while he reigns.
When one feels like an Outcast, one can over compensate
In ways that are extreme to try and change their fate.
This can make them do things others cannot relate to,
If they know not of such pain one suffers through.
When one is on the outside, always looking in,
Self worth and confidence, existence of is thin.
This aloneness bearing compels the affected heart
To seek ways to be accepted if only just in part.
Often unconventional are the ways selected
And so, often too are the ways by most rejected,
Which then leads to a deeper desperation
Of longing to belong to end the separation.
Extreme behaviours can be of good or bad intention,
But either way they are to seek and to draw attention
To the fact that inside of their instigating heart,
There is a place longing to belong, a very empty part.
Many folks are heartless, cruel, insensitive;
Shun, disown others who unlike them, live.
With those who are different in various ways,
Judgment's cast on through obvious displays.
If one hasn't ever been on the outside looking in,
They can't understand how one's feeling deep within
Who has lost their self confidence, esteem, even worth,
And will even question why, the reasons for their birth.
We live in a cruel world where more and more are mean,
Where more and more care not, it's such a selfish scene.
More find reasons to use differences to others, cast aside,
Than find reasons to in harmony live peacefully and reside.
Too many humans blame those who different from them live
To excuse their bad behaviour for kindness they don't give,
But this reflects on 'them' poorly; they're just too ignorant to see.
Those with malice who are so callous, the Outcast, they should be.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-11-13 06:58:00 (EDT)
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It's good to keep in mind...
"Mature people are inspired;
Immature people covet what's desired."
~ Artsieladie Quote
Growing up she got shuffled around,
not really gaining any family bonding ground,
her foster parents always cutting her lose,
too much to handle was always the excuse,
she felt neglected and emotionally abused,
Her social worker told her to be more polite,
maybe she'd get adopted because she was bright,
on her 18 birthday she gave up the foster plight,
becoming tough she said I'm able and I won't ever quit,
I'm going to make it in this world even though I'm a misfit!
11-22-16
They say I'm, sick twisted and materialistic
They fear the metaphors, because I spit 'em sadistic
Cause I'm a misfit, and shattering rhymes is my intent
Good thing my flows on lock, so I can put out the fire when it's lit
I hear the beat, and it's straight to letting out rhymes
I'll paint the picture, in no time, and still stay inside the lines
With no emotion, I'll show emotion, like a black and white mime
Like watching a silent movie, there's no words, but you understand it fine
Visions come quick, then split, imaginations run wild
Stand on patio and landscape it with words, and watch it grow a mile
Cause behind my smile, is a million unheard words
Open the gate and watch migration, releasing metaphors in herds
Imagine a verse with no beat, or a nation with no power
Watch me spit out sick rhymes, cause the way they tasted was sour
I'll nudge boulders and tip them, because my words are nothing but power
Then realize that the bolder was a pebble, it just got bigger as my words got louder
He's a Misfit, judging by the way that he sounds,
You can tell he was enhanced, there's no one like this boy around
He's a Misfit, bring 'em all in, we're taking him down,
To the ground, if not then fame is where he's bound
Hypnotic illusions, giving minorities brain enfusions
Genocidal thoughts alligned with the pain and confusion
Winning and losing, tying a dying, hitting or skippin,
Light a metaphorical match and watch the world call me forgiven
This is Armagedden, forgot the wars forget the peace,
Forget the metaphors, forget wearing a Jesus piece,
Forget the mainstream, and forget the underground,
None one of this will be around, there's a new sheriff in town
And he's, untamed, living metaphorically insane
Try him and engage in getting hit by an invincible verbal train,
It's not a game, but get ready to lose, get ready for the pain
Unleash the beast, and let you're letting out something more than a name
Lost in his mind, he's lost in a void, lost in his time,
Opens his eyes, and see's all colors, yet nothing but white
He's learned to rhyme, so into a human's whom we'll send him
Watch all the broken lives, come together and ammend him
He's a Misfit
A life without a meaning is like
a woman without child,
forced to put on this tough
facade but your heart is mild.
Everyday you wake up unaware
of your next move,
waiting for life to take you
along its groove.
What is love ? it has no
meaning for you,
cause all your life you've been
searching for it.
You want a beginning that is
bright and new,
Cause in this world all you are
is a misfit.
A girl struggling to fit in;
Not quite sure why she does't.
Every tear of self-doubt you cry
Burns a scar into my mother's heart.
Every time you say you have no friends,
It bleeds for you.
With your friendship you offer your heart.
But life's little prejudices and cruelties
Taught you to be cautious with your feelings.
Throw aside your cautions.
Embrace that world.
For the same tender heart that plagues you now,
Will triumph in the end.
As other's friendship come and depart,
Yours will be as Venus in the midnight sky:
Forever true; Forever bright.
02/18/2004
I should have left you in the past
and not dragged you into my present.
You should have stayed with memories
of tank tops and Mary Quant make up,
school discos and music by Mud.
The long lazy summers preceding adulthood.
When you arrived in 'now' you didn't belong,
it seemed strange; didn't work somehow.
You squinted to try and see me as I was
and I you, but it jarred and mismatched -
it didn't fit despite the trimming
and the sanding to try and make it.
So now you're gone again.
Settled with the dusty photographs
and nestling with teenage reflections.
Back where you belong; in the attic of the past.
To all who claim that they are always here for me,
whenever I need to reach out and seek support from anybody.
All of you, and I mean all of you are all hypocritical phonies,
who just want to feel good about themselves selfishly,
convincing yourself that you're helping one in need,
when all of you couldn't care less in reality.
When I am attempting to pour my heart out with great difficulty,
Shut Your Freaking Mouth, and just listen to me.
Allow me to complete a thought or sentence at the very least.
Don't be so driven to hear yourself talk so eagerly,
because the message you are sending to yours truly,
is, "I'm not listening, I'm not interested, I just want to talk on endlessly."
Allow Me To Express My Grief Openly,
without getting interrupted by your annoying voice continually,
and that's just the hypocrites I've dealt with personally.
To the rest of you out there, the assholes of many,
who claimed, "I'm here for you Bill. I would die for you Billy."
I never asked anything from any of you previously,
but when I asked all of you a small favor that was important to me,
a task performed literally costless, conveniently and effortlessly,
not one single response from my so called family or friends, not any.
was received from any of you bastards and bitches, not one of you phonies.
So I guess what I'm trying to express here in it's entirety,
is Screw All Of You Mother Screwing Phonies, SCREW EVERYBODY!
Every MotherScrewing One Of You, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!
Wrappings long have been trashed
A few nics encompass some character
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration
But still bravely I'm standing tall
Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on
Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust
I.
Do not wish to make conjecture about life.
as it pertains to me in so called "situational agony"
my body has regressed and my mind vegetative
Do not restitute or substitute joy with a heliocentric excuse
as if I lack vitamins or chemical jolts of conceived contentment
You documented that I am not jesus nor a jew
I lack the frugality and the wish to please people
running down
down, down, down
down, down
down.
unblessed like the nun that became the whore
sanctity has been all but reaped from under me
this carpet, a spectacle of decorated extinction
thoughts delay and fade from view like an eagles spectre
hello.goodbye.
When I stare at Bomba, coughing aloud outside
When Mwami and family, chewed swallowing thunderously
He glares most in somber, so as to get a guide
How to enter and nearly, they hear ignoring unanimously
As I listen from country man, scratching the bald to seek
While political men keep on, ballooning bellies to thinner the barns
They die in numbers malnourished, or stay to toil but weak
How to get least own, they hear but guards with guns
When I see a minister, in the holy cabinet lecture
That happy are the poor, like insurance collecting levies
While the beggar in sinister, collecting particles for nurture
How to grow on particles' tour, which can't quench deficiency
My appeal to all, that before any we want some
From anybody without care, but the strides after
All you need wall, and then you sound worm
After a glory so fair, your evil the starter
Stay the self like selves, for all are equal
The more equal are unsure, that day and night are sides
Of a rotation just a day, when stand in light focal
Never point fingers mature, and know they're just strides
At last I saw a pauper man, dig a huge hole most guarded
To throw the afterlife of, Mwami the former feaster
I bowed down to ban, my look not to get made'd
For when you jump a rope, it was be held upper
I'm building it up again
brick by brick. I'm going
to straighten myself out,
you'll be proud of this
misfit.
This time
it's going to stay steady
no tumble and fall, just solid
brick walls.
With windows
to see your beauty through.
This time I promise to fully
appreciate you.
Looking at you through the
glass, I see so much time has
passed. We must keep
building and make sure this
time things last.
ARE YOU A MISFIT?
Per chance, in this universe, you are one?
That feeling, somehow you were born in the wrong century. You might look at common
dress.
You see it as dull, sloppy and freaky.
And you want clothes gallant, elegant and
even a tad cheeky!
Or the sense that you are a lone driver, facing
four lanes of oncoming traffic!
You ponder, what have I done wrong and down comes the pain and unbearable panic.
You get invited to an elegant soirée?
There you are, chandeliers and escargot galore.
However, you are pitifully ignored,feeling like a worn out mat, lying dead at an abandoned cottage door.
Now, let’s look at the way people think.
You see them as horridly light to heavily stuck in their brains!
Poor suffering you! You suffer from the thought they want to drown you with rats in a drain.
You suffer grossly from I-itis!
It’s time to give to the world, as it has given so
much to you.
And realize, they are not perfect either...
Give those people more than a chance or two!
5-16-2022
The Misfit
When I first came to Algarve I thought I had
to blend in I went to British bars and met
expats, who had never been to a Portuguese
restaurant, yet spent time whining about
the country they lived in now and the country
they had left. Undeterred I tried to fit in and
bought second hand golf clubs and became
a member of a nine hole golf course.
I found the so called sport tedious, but was
intrigued by what is called the rough where I
found bird nests, rabbits and beautiful flowers.
“**** the nature follow the ball,” an irate Brit
shouted at me. In the mood of fitting in, I did
that, but l let my membership payment laps.
eccentric she was
socially awkward
somewhat paranoid
with bizarre twitches
not mixing in
an outcast
of her own doing
a square peg
in a round hole
not fitting in
AP: Honorable Mention 2020