Best Outsider Poems

Fact Or Fool Who be You

I have seen
fools ranting 
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education 
only poets with muse and frustration

The deniers of science
are...

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*(For Me, the soup tastes good, For others...not so much.)

INDEED, there may be something wrong with the Soup
if spices don't get right many people will...

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POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to...

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The outsider,
the girl who doesn't fit in,
the one who hides,
no one knows her within.
She sits alone everyday,
still no one cares.
They treat like she's 
some kind...

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For the days when your skin feels inadequate
And you want to escape from it
When you've scrutinized every fiber of your being & want to trade...

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Of all old friends, those we have of old are best;
These the souls we travel with by preference,
Theirs the spirits to whom we grant all...

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A is for Akela of Jungle Book fame
B is for Baloo from Jungle Book the same

C is for Cinderella what a pretty sight
D is for...

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9/20/16

I am Caroline Foster.
I am fifteen-years-old.
I am shortish.
I am rather thin.
I am intelligent I guess.
I am oblivious.
I am weird.
I am childish.
I am different and not...

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What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle...

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If you're weird, a black sheep, a natural outsider,
If you fish in a solitary pond.
If you come from the lonely, the lost and forgotten,
If you're...

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HENRY THE SPIDER



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LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF
   
Hello there, sweet Lady Jane,

So, it is three weeks before you turn seventy, 
do you think you can...

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Peering down from a window seat,
she closed her eyes and she sensed the heat,
the plane made its final approach,
and she didn’t mind flying coach,
the land...

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In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins! 
They turn around and...

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Hustle and bustle
Of downtown
Menacing skyscrapers
And their shadows
Sensing the gravity
Picking up the pace
Rushing from point A
To elusive point B 
Traffic signs and lights
Pressure building
The simmering stress
The...

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