Best Outcasted Poems
When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead parents.
Your blonde hair. Your ugly clothes.
Freckles and a cheap brand of romanticism.
A picture of you and me, sixteen:
I remember
you used to say, "Call me Puff"
to all the dangerous boys; we once
crowded on a dirty mattress with four
other people passing bong for weed,
pipe for that toxic crystal Devil of
devils. I remember
you fed me cigarettes, cherry tomatoes
from your grandfather's garden.
A lightless smoky room full
of young and lonesome prisoners
of perpetuated misguided soul-searching--
I remember
how we savored our shared pain
like something holy. Godhead of
black magic and the violation
of innocence.
Today I
am torn of that chrysalis,
and I think sometimes of your soul
left there to stagnate
in the dark. Christina
I don't know how to say
any of this to you,
but when I remember how
you fed me cherry tomatoes
I think of your grandfather
finding you out, you were feeding
meth to your young teenaged sister
so she wouldn't care if your
boyfriend and all his friends
f***ed her.
I remember
feeling so much love for you (sister?)
when now your name compels in me
nothing but disgust--this disgust
which bruises my soul, Christina...
I never wanted to feel this.
Categories:
outcasted, addiction, angst, change, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
I am still alone.
They really don’t know anything.
They say that they understand.
That it’s wonderful.
but then they pass on by
and don’t say a word.
They don’t include me
and if they do
they treat me like I’m not there.
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe it’s just my paranoia
that was drilled into my mind since I was born.
Or my closed-up-self
that causes this problem
but I will never know.
For I cannot see my own mind
and how I work.
I can’t even tell
what I am anymore.
People say that I’m a *****sapien.
A human like everyone else.
But I know that I’m really a monstrum
despite what they say.
A monster.
What children fear that’s under their bed at night.
What myths of lore tell bring nightmares, disease, and death.
Outcasted and banished.
Shunned and cursed.
Hunted and burned.
Didn’t they ever think
that we couldn’t enter holy ground
because we were afraid?
Because we thought that we wouldn’t be accepted?
I always feel that way, especially around others
making everywhere holy ground.
Mommy and Daddy didn't want me.
They knew I was a monster.
So they gave me away
to Mom and Dad
who locked me up to contain the beast
but only ended up unleashing it
in more fury than ever
and ended up
having me hate myself
for who I am
a monster.
thinking I’m a burden,
which I am,
and outcasted,
which I am.
So just leave me alone
so I can suffer in the silence
and in the shadows
until they swallow me up
and drown me for infinity.
Categories:
outcasted, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
She endured trauma as a child, that shut down her mind
Without safe adults, there was no security to find
She played outside and pretended to run away
She prayed and God answered, he heard what she had to say
She learned about good and evil, at an early age
When her soul with a facade, became stuck in a cage
She was lucky to have natural talents to help her survive
God granted her what was needed to stay alive
She was given strength to endure things, beyond words can say
When she was older, it was time for her to speak and find her way
She investigated the past, fighting to stop others from being hurt
She learned to watch her back, be streetwise while on alert
After 14 years, justice failed with deep corruption, that started back then
Finding the closure she wanted was no longer a matter of when
Family outcasted her, while more losses and deaths came about
The silence of the past had turned into a powerful shout
How did she make it through such painstaking times?
She created in many ways including things like these rhymes
She was granted many good things through so many years
Friends who care, pets who love, much comfort that erased fears
She yearns to love and give to all who may have pain
She will offer to give the sun to anyone, after the rain
I say all this because there is hope in life, through good and bad
- smiles do return from the depths of being sad -
Heidi Sands
12/22/33
Categories:
outcasted, deep, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Understood like written opinions in the dark.
This fine line of cultural barriers.
Controlled by our mental description of perfect.
Who is perfect?
Who has the right to judge my look, then, assume it goes with my personality.
Basing your opinion of me on my past told to you, but known by me.
You can use faith as the basis for everything.
I'm searching for common ground on sea's,
Hoping god will appear and say" Come to me".
Tattoo's, make me a walking collague of all things I hold dear beyond skin deep.
Piercing, for me, a form of beauty.
Encouraged to be different,
To shake up the norm.
Outcasted when the norm ends up a far cry from it's original form.
Take to negitive's to form a positive.
Confronting those who swear their word is bond, or
the hetro-sexual closet cases who hide their sins and judge the world.
Truth's hidden inside brains.
Mine hell bound, cause my sins hang from sleeve's, like
gay flags at pride parade.
So quick to judge, failing to see..
It's the soul,
that make's you, you, and me, me..
Categories:
outcasted, lifeme,
Form:
All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay
Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial
They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye
A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride
Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014
Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!
Categories:
outcasted, character, fear, feelings, pride,
Form:
Quatrain
A flame of enigma bellowed in the pit of his belly,
its' seraphic luster so stout.
It peered through the windows of his body,
through dark stagnant eyes that rest mounted on his face,
so carved and clencted.
I blanched in its' brillance.
That flame so haunting,
it raptured the faint walls that buckled my heart,
making it whole.
So cold in stanse.
But now its' pulsing lay intweened with another outcasted heart.
One that had been expelled from the keen and glaciared persons,
whom walked down the breech streets of a banning commonalty.
My arms knew exactly how to clutch him,
wrap him in a pillowed comfort that masked my flesh.
For my arms,
what rest in them was a soul whom alike was overcomed and mangled.
He rested in them,
so alive in fresh freedom of an apprehending paramour whom could nod and weep to the
consternated apologues of his youth and future comings of a man.
And that's what traced the adulation in his blood.
Giving him the daring attuide to oust me bare,
broadcasting the truth that barked and howled behind false inhibitions,
a veal of empathy,
And if you're alone
and I'm alone
lets be alone
together
Categories:
outcasted, angst, love
Form:
Liquid sun, steaming rain
outcasted huricane, shocking pain
sunny microwave, wet freak
electric flood, mild phsique
raining volts, empty meter
strange hail, solar heater
i have good days and bad days just like you
on your scale it probably bad to worse
ive never been popular never known what to do
its like a weather report for Belfast you know
the clouds in the sky theres either many or few
Liquid sun, steaming rain
outcasted huricane, shocking pain
sunny microwave, wet freak
electric flood, mild phsique
raining volts, empty meter
strange hail, solar heater
Or mybe its like a electric meter
mines always near or empty
ive never had a girlfriend long enough to be a cheater
thou i wouldnt do that type of thing
i feel undeserving, i stay cold, dont deserve a heater
Liquid sun, steaming rain
outcasted huricane, shocking pain
sunny microwave, wet freak
electric flood, mild phsique
raining volts, empty meter
strange hail, solar heater
Categories:
outcasted, life
Form:
Acrostic
To mom –
Dear mom………
For love my every tear
Outcasted, conspirated humiliated to bear
They are creator of this scene
On this platform at midnight
My agony my misery
Even in lighted room can not grasp
Fumble like blind for fact
Nothing conspicuous in litracy
Then why mourn for blindness
Even walking with sophisticated modesty
Nothing relevant happens.
So I tried to smother my hopes, my dreams first.
Dear mother…..
Now who will caress my head to calm down
Those burning thoughts
Creator of show more impatient to show
Us pitiable and humiliated.
More pathetic
And whose who morbid audience
Sobbing with kerchief for this great mischief
To forget next moment
If barred to show scars and signs of twitched
Heart with mental war
Deep deep heart is enough to express all
We are so wise and genius to review this plight
And measure the wounds of rape in solitude
Now this phenomenal lonliness
Soothing itself with words
Nobody hear my this lunatic monolouge
Would i
Overcome it without you?
Categories:
outcasted, betrayal, depression, destiny, sympathy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Inhuman Population
They try to tell us we need therapy,
that these feelings are unnatural.
The small minded are trapped in the mechanism of a robot
thus their attack of judgment are so practical
The union of two spirits should always be celebrated
two hearts,
two magnetic forces,
two naturally resourceful elements
have no right to be separated, deprivated, segregated
or proclaimed as demons, blasphemers or as an inhuman population.
We each have a purpose, provide a service
and contribute to lives and societies!
but our earth is so divided into
separate types and varieties that we’re blinded
by ignorance and hateful indifference with one another.
When we share
the same land
the same soil
the same air
the same oil
while tearing each other down in turmoil.
When this atmosphere was put here
to share our love, our life, our freedom, our rights,
to hear a lovers name gives the same reaction
to touch a lovers hand signifies the same attraction
A love that is just as pure and everlasting should never be outcasted!
For the one who sparks the fire in my eye
is the only one in whom I wish to stand by
and the one who supplies the rainbow after my storms
is the only one I refuse to be torn from!
and our lives and our existence is this……
So alive, so fruitful, so rich
so warm, so sheltering, so thick
like an ambience of united puzzle shaped pieces
that fit!
We refuse to remain in silence and fright
We refuse to give up insight
refuse to lose the fight
for love has no image
and we ALL deserve equal RIGHTS!
Repeal Prop 8 Now!
Categories:
outcasted, politicallove,
Form:
Aware,
I may not
Appeal to others.
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion,
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was,
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion
Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...
Categories:
outcasted, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Lord
This is my minority report
my people have been outcasted
food and water is short.
Population persecution set up for political power
so my people bear their fate, in their faith
in search of a higher power.
jesus christ!
the planes just crashed into the towers
is not that a indication we approaching our final hours?!
Katrina shedded her tears on New Orleans
The coke can levee's collasped
and the rain came pouring
big momma inhaled the sea water while she was snoring
Damn! A wave just ran off with cousin La'Teemah
It's been five days and still nothing from F.E.M.A
Bodies for rafts as the news crew continue to fly pass
we float in the alligator infested water with no food, power or gas!
Dear Lord, how long this nightmare going to last?
Just a few more days,
help is on the way,
just be patient and pray,
is all the D'evils could say!
Like they dont see nothing wrong
with whats going on
i just lost everything i owned
and to make the Super Dome my new home!
30,000 was the count,
if you didnt get in, you drowned
some of my kin was found!
But the rest wasnt,
lost a aunt, a brother, and a few cousins
and you wondering why i'm cussing
news copters fly low my gun busting
Cause they not here to help us,
so i wait on the next bus
hoping to secure a seat for me
but living with the reality
this here might be it for me
im broken!
Categories:
outcasted, art, black african american,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
You're a little bit twisted,
I died and survived
and still couldn't resist it.
Devalued myself each minute
I tried to get it
but I'd swear I'd up and quit it
until the high wore off I'd fidget and go ballistic.
Start hitting up digits
It's the countdown to official dope sickness.
I could of quit when I was able
but I don't think I was stable
how could I think to shoot up heroin and be completely capable?
But that's what addiction creates,
inside the brain it'll erase
the same reasoning that sobriety would of had you tied down and anchored in the first place.
And before I used, addiction manipulates
it lassoes where thinking takes place
and by the time you investigate
the disease has another word for that drug
and that word is,
safe.
It used to baffle doctors,
In society we're outcasted
outlandishly passed by the pastors
who said God could bring us back.
But who you define
as the Man in the sky,
matters less
then giving him authority, his will, over your entire life.
A lot to take in if you don't know the guy,
but give him this
and he'll give you a chance, hope, and sober mind to change this time.
Drugs destroyed things I wanted to keep,
they took away people I wish i could still see.
They dug evil in my soul i can pray will decay,
they changed every movement and the way I behave.
They took my brain and created newfound habits,
those lead to handcuffs which lead to charges and why i have it.
This poem is a warning
it isn't meant for talent.
The storys ring an eerie bell,
save yourself from what was tragic.
And to the naysayers who may be starting or beginning
find yourselves now,
because it's hard to be forgiving.
Categories:
outcasted, addiction, dark, inspiration, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
My own maze of a
mind is dangerous
a moment of fresh
air, and on the edge
and suddenly I
question death
For who am I to
think that I can
defy the normality
of life?
In a strange path I
walk, but where are
those who follow?
Is it only like a
fool I spin this
endless web of
spontaneous desire?
That perhaps my
loneliness in other
words is just a
fragment
of my denial, for
personal safety and
self-respect.
For others dare not
walk on flaming
coals in fear
they'll burn their
feet
Yet... does it make
me a legend?
One that does not
get remembered but
somehow nature can
maintain,
and by which
outcasted spawn can
be regressed -
Not even necessarily
through my own
conception.
Irrational? maybe...
yes
Like the greyish
bleak clouds that
cover up an
illuminating moon,
Inconspicuous, self
righteous or lost
without a clue?
To whom do I owe
this frailty blame?
If I am, in fact,
the ONLY one... then
why, and will it
ever change?
Categories:
outcasted, confusion, freedom, inspiration, lost,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Up and Down
Happy and Sad
Sky to the Ground
Ecstatic then Depressed...
I feel like a roller coaster,
On a never ending track.
A smile is more than I can handle
When I feel attacked,
Ignored and Outcasted
Boiling and Frustrated
Just go away,
So I can die inside.
They push me
And shove me
I break and they leave
No one i trust fully with my mind
Because I am used
He wants me there with him
When I want him here with me
I HAVE to be there and he's not here with me
Throwing me over the edge
Into a never ending abyss
Of heartache and depression
I just want to sleep
Never wake up
So I don't have to deal with this
Emotional Turmoil
Craving to be bound by no one
Instead of attached at the hip
I desire freedom and the warmth
Of the world itself
Not JUST another person
I feel like a wolf trying to become human
My heart is too wild to stay "civilized"
My only fault is me drunk off of love
I wish to be sober for once
And to have a limitless life
...But I don't want to hurt him
I gave him my heart and my body
What did I get?
Material things?
I don't know but it's not something I can hold physically
Will I ever know what life has for me
Instead of my internal suffering...
Categories:
outcasted, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Longing to look into your eyes
Outcasted by those who do not believe
Vunerable to your words
Enlighten by your wit and charm
Lost in thoughts of you
On top in the world with joy
Vastly taken aback by your smile
Exceeding all expectations
Lured by your golden hair
Once upon a time
Voluntarily welcoming your every move
Ever lasting light.
Categories:
outcasted, love
Form:
Acrostic