Best Unaccepted Poems
©1996 RICO LEFFANTA
Apache Ga-an are like the disciples of Christ, they were most highly respected
Missionaries condemned the Ga-an as “Devil Dancers,” and called them inferior
“New World” new beliefs, but even the woman and children were unprotected
Apaches totally rejected a religion where humans only are considered superior
Evil men, who taught they were above everything else, “The Chosen Ones”
Apache language was unaccepted, so punished when it was proudly spoken
Franciscan’s, Jesuits, Spaniards, Comanches, confinement, disease, and guns
Killed, called them savages, or their spirits and bodies were gradually broken
The dance ceremony is performed to drum and song, and mostly at night
Four dancers representing different cardinal directions north, south, east, west
The messenger, “clown” with a dual nature is the only one who wears white
Dancers represent mountain spirits, their masks prepared by a shaman guest
A bull roarer or whistle starts the ceremony to create an ethereal sound
The ceremony is performed at na’ih’es, girl’s adulthood initiation ritual
Flashing adding to the dazzling effect are the mirrors on the crowned
Apache, indigenous peoples, associate with spirituality and are habitual
Powerful mountain spirits and a comical teacher who heals through laughter
You may see the Ga-an rise from the flames, when you hear the messenger
The dancer’s bodies painted with symbols and patterns, stars, of here after
Today, more enlightened Americans call the Ga-an, “Crown Dancers” ~
Categories:
unaccepted, anger, angst, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost all alone.
Waiting patiently for companionship.
Reruns of the old.
Savage cruelties unleashed.
Unable to share this.
An undesirable partner.
Giving with nothing recieved.
Demanding any explanation.
Stripped of all dignity.
Left naked and weak.
Deserving of much.
Accredited none.
No experience fair.
Doesn't matter to any.
Unrelenting heartbreak.
Administered by most.
Cared by none.
Forgiveness unaccepted.
Lost all alone.
Categories:
unaccepted, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
The Sun
Belongs to the earth and
Moon
Empowering each with beauty
Never missing a day
The Sun
Casts pastel shades
Upon the horizon
Revealing the fog's presence
In the distant vale
The Birds
Each sing morn's song
A secret melody to each other
Mankind entertained
As a bystander
Belonging
Each belongs to the other
Dependent
A circle that can't be
Broken
Belonging
To neither family
separated
Unaccepted in family trees
Intwined
To a family
Belonging
To earth, heaven, moon, stars, sky and
Sun
Belonging
To God
Sponsor: Kim Morrison
Contest: Just Write
Date written: May 05, 2014
Categories:
unaccepted, family,
Form:
Free verse
She spoke with hate, and screamed at us
I wanted to hide and cry sometimes.
And after work, when she came home
She would always disturb our night.
I think she's nuts,her actions spoke
I don't know how I stayed so strong.
I was the main, focus of her hate
She made me feel I didn't belong.
She wiped my smiles, and hated my friends
I wonder much,but couldn't find why.
My laughter made her storms arise
Her garden bloomed if I should cry.
There was no refuge, no chance to complain
The adults say "you need corrections".
But how do you, escape Cruela de vil,
Without the label as a child delinquent?
What was her motive,to drive me mad?
She was angry,when I made her proud
She'd strive so hard, to tear me down
I could smell her raging thoughts aloud
She comes to where, I now call home
I ask her"Mother why do u hate me so"
After her usual attempt to convince me I was mad,
She gave an unaccepted sorry,and said,"I don't know".
06/Jan/2013
Categories:
unaccepted, childhood, me, me,
Form:
Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes
you or who played you or who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !
But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise.
THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!
Categories:
unaccepted, introspection, philosophy, timelife, life,
Form:
Ballad
A need for acceptance in each and everyone
To be part of something special in our lives
Feeling a sense of belonging when day is done
Look forward to greeting the world when morning arrives
Affiliation brings self-respect, an inner pride
Sometimes prejudice and bigotry reveal their fangs
There is no peace, no hope when you hurt inside
One more reason why sometimes our kids join gangs
We are one people, one race living on this earth
No one should feel unaccepted anywhere
Each human being should know their worth
Then hatred would no longer be the cross we bear
When we can understand what is right and wrong
When we have complete acceptance barring none
Then we can live the dream we've had for oh so long
Man can lay down his weapons, the battle done.
Categories:
unaccepted, people, social, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
When I awake each morning,
I may be culturally alone,
my breakfast is peculiar
and to many be unknown.
Procedure may be unaccepted,
nor traditional as such,
but seeing it’s my culture,
to others shouldn’t matter much.
If I blend garlic with ice cream;
eat apples with tomato sauce,
and I do this in my own home,
then it is cultural of course.
It is my culture … my desire,
to eat the way I do,
it is the way I choose to live,
and just the same as you.
And naturally your culture,
will be different to mine,
if it’s restricted to your home,
then everything is fine.
But when a brash invader,
comes uninvited through my door,
and tries to push their will on me,
this leads to cultural war.
Categories:
unaccepted, political,
Form:
Rhyme
You say you know me
But do you know whats behind the smile
behind the laugh and the joyful mask
A man made from pain and rejection
Socialy unaccepted as a young child
Presented to constant derogatory terms that hurt deep down
They called me a disgrace to my race
No speed or jumps, no black traits
Always fighting to keep my name
People tested me out and called me lame
Whole groups of people laughing into my face
Words filling up my mouth with a salty taste
I forced a smile on my face and kept going
through the hard time i tried to forget society
Alone i recovered from those times
Relaxed and isolated
Today you see me and think i'm funny
A talented athlete with a skill in poetry
Always smiling, acting like a "g"
Truthfully, you don't know me
Categories:
unaccepted, black african american, childhood,
Form:
I’m sorry, “He cried!” But everyone knows,
how horribly comical ego goes.
No less in a public place,
driving car in girlfriend chase,
Seinfeld picked that nose in one of his shows!!
For and in honor of Barbara Gorelick and contest
Apology Accepted
Categories:
unaccepted, funny
Form:
Limerick
Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors
She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar.
Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore
I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for?
The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors
But though the night was getting dark no one came for her.
Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score
We asked her if she needed help could we do any more?
Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore
“Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore
the warm interior and the street stretched out before
My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure…
We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores
How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door?
*Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme.
Some good deeds go unaccepted.
Categories:
unaccepted, allegory, caregiving, childhood, family,
Form:
Sonnet
I stand awkward and unsure
So different from the rest
Unaccepted and rifled with ridicule
Uncomfortable yet hoping to conform
A fate that feels so wrong
I struggle to fight the urge without intent
A path I forever lament
My tribe will love me if only I can find
Those common attributes they say will forever bind
Yet, there is a different path I pursue
Bold and true to myself I burst through
Realize my destiny and prove to be great
Never looking back but only within
Being different without fear for its my fate
There are no barking birds
Unless I choose to be first
I so choose
To be a lone barking bird
Categories:
unaccepted, confidence, courage, discrimination,
Form:
Narrative
“It’s not so simple to love someone,
Who just doesn’t love you back,
But it’s said,
That in order to love;
You have to love, a love
That’ll just tear you apart,
Along with
Breaking your heart.”
“And, I truly don’t understand
Why that is--
But, I guess that’s just the way
Humans are…”
I can hear the angel’s crying,
Cause’ every time you speak
They fear the fear of you lying.
See, you scared away my angel--
Oh, how empty life is now without
My umber--
The shadows you left me in
They’re breaking down my wonders.
Now I can’t stop, but wonder,
What made you,
So utterly cold hearted?
I feel like my chest will explode,
But my heart will still pump.
Dismantled it’ll stay with a, “thump,
thump”
“Stop and listen,
Carefully you’ll hear the rhythm,
Those echoes that skip then repeat”.
In silence, just a heartbeat,
I’ll wait for them to come, in the light
There they’ll be to wake me
From this horrible dream,
This dream, which breaks me.
“No, this nightmare that rapes me”.
Those clefts that have injured my
heart,
Have never even scraped me.
If you can’t take me,
At least say you’d forgave me,
Pray with me.
He’ll open the doors, he’ll save me--
These lies you’ve laid upon me--
Quit faking, It’s driving me crazy.
“Oh hey look,
Its daddy’s little baby,
Go ahead Otto, say “hello”,
He’ll accept you,
Maybe”...
Categories:
unaccepted, anger, brother, change, character,
Form:
Free verse
we are a brainwashed generation
our once vibrant minds have turned grey from all the pollution in the world
we are no longer innovating, just reusing old ideas and trying to make something out of nothing
we aren’t catching on to what is happening outside of our homes
it’s like instead of a brain, an X-box controller has crawled inside our heads and taken over
we are so accepting to violence now that we don’t even flinch at the idea of someone being beheaded
and depression is just another thing being lumped into our daily routine
we’re so used to anxiety that we haven’t even lived without the fear of living
every outside-the-box thought that comes to our mind is immediately repressed,
that’s probably why we can’t focus in school
our minds are yearning to explore and live life outside of a TV screen that they have become a black abyss where the unaccepted creativity has gone because math equations now take priority
but at the same time our minds are programmed to categorize everything to the point where we examine someone and throw them into a category of who we think they should be.
isn’t that sad?
we judge someone before learning who they are. who their favorite bands are, what books speak to them, and why they always stare at the moon a little longer than they should
maybe it’s because we see someone who has a quirk that looks like pink and we wish that instead of being so grey we could have a color of our own.
m.r.
Categories:
unaccepted, angst, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween
A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed
Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need
You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows
Unaccepted set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal
Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world
Categories:
unaccepted, adventure, fantasy
Form:
Free verse
Laid things
Here and there
Unedited reality
Seems to be natural
Invitation
Broke the reality
And beauty of the disorder
Neatly and nicely arranged
Shingly and hardly cleaned
Structure less structure is structured
Everything calm and quite
Guests came with smiles
Gestures having edited
Both beginning to act
Prepared arena for that
Conversation
Plays with choked and forged words
Exaggeration
Jumps with high level tone
Competition
Goes flattering oneself
Conclusion
Ends with unaccepted misled signs
Created order with unmatched look
Uneasy tiredness was after that
Disorder slightly creeps from hidden
Naturalist living comes with shade in
Categories:
unaccepted, confusion, depression,
Form:
Classicism