Disowned Poems - Poems about Disowned

Not a danger this is the type of thing you expect from a stranger But close to home is where it hits don’t tell me a place in your heart is where my life sits Yesterday we both could have became a memory, but all that mattered was you not loosing him instead of me....

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Part of me wishes I knew what I've done wrong! I ask myself everyday why my heart has to be torn in two. The one thing that means the world to me, No longer wants me in their life. I'm toxic and don't know how! I've worked so hard to get back what i had, only for it to vanish into...

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A friend gave a Xmas potluck, I couldn't boil just water. Took two pies for a buck. Mother said I'm not her daughter! 12-17-2020 Contest:Chastushka Sponsor:Andrea Diectrich...

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On a secret journey she has long been walking in the dark alley of her lonely life losing the fragile sanctity to the flood of strife drowns deep within the sucking cesspool of sin. In the desolate depth of the darkest night she searches for the sinking soul in torment finds it sliced in the debris of shame to repent pines...

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How many ‘Likes’ do you have, how many following “friends”? How many empty conversations how many times do you ‘check in’ ? Walking by that nameless status disconnected and disowned Send me a photo I’ve got a pic but not one you’d want mama to see; Who cares what you have to say? Send a body shot with the...

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Like leaves in the wind, words scatter about From the woods and high grass, they call and they shout “Come find us, come free us, we’re out here alone “The Muse has deserted —and left us disowned” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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As days split off and drift away, their dreams remain with me Words as jewels and treasured pawn, whose tickets cancelled—flee The nights adopted orphaned suns, those times you woke and lied My heart left bare myself to wed, your wound still deep inside From spells you cast upon our gift, and conjured into stone The past is black all future gone, and present—love disowned (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)...

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Since you left —poetry has become my lover Since you left —long days have turned to moments Since you left —all memory lives organic Since you left —the words return unfettered Since you left —the sun has lost its shadow And since you left —all darkness now disowned (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)...

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I’ll light new year candles of hope in dismal hearts dark and disowned December 30, 2018 Syllable count : 16 Checked on howmanysyllable.com...

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The grace of god powered with wings Slave everymore to these slights in time No repentance from these virtual souls Apart from the one Beloved son exhiled and debunked More human than angel Less evil but more punished by being more human Not the essence of evil but its punisher. The first risen voice...

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Did you dodge the bullet, but not its intent Is the ocean now calm, as the storm reinvents Have feelings rehardened, with blood on the stone Back to back with yourself, —all escape you’ve disowned (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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I don’t bow to money, I don’t bow to fame I kneel to that one thing, that time cannot change I don’t speak for ‘right,’ and won’t speak for ‘wrong’ My liege is the truth, all court jesters gone I don’t hope to be knighted, my shield more concave And rejecting all title, the...

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Like leaves in the wind, words scatter about From the woods and high grass, they call and they shout “Come find us, come free us, we’re out here alone “The Muse has deserted, —and left us disowned” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Incompitance leading to my failure Never justified by my right hand And given the strength To out do the other man And bring him down Just like I was found With wounds and bleeding scars As pain to my heart unaided Left to bleed on my own Finding out the hard way That i had been disowned...

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What else is there left to say Now that I’ve been disowned? I can no longer call you my mother Since this is no longer my home Why do I stick around And endure all of this pain? Because my friends are my only family That manages to keep me sane They are the only people I can talk to They’re the only...

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