Orphaned Poems | Examples

Orphaned Moments

Abandoning
yesterday
haunts me
today
Interring
reminder
of what’s not
in play

Bypassing
my choosing
evading
my will
Each sight
unenvisioned
in blindness
— distilled  

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Orphaned

She
Felt some
Emotion
Because she had been
Left orphaned, at  age five
Her father died from rabies
Leaving five children alone
To fend for themselves,'til on their own

Orphaned Time

We said goodbye
the night we met
fate our child
to bear

Star crossed love
in orphaned time
 betrothed stillborn
—affair 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)

Orphaned No More

Sought by the Lord to nestle in His grace
My soul now finds belongingness serene
Secured around warmth of divine embrace
Orphaned no more against abandoned scene.

Midst God’s compassion assuring my heart
I rejoice to receive pardon divine
Settling me from sins by mercy’s rampart
As confession prevails over pride-whine.

Grateful to the Father’s adoption seal
Making me blessed heir through trust earnest
My blissful spirit worships in truth zeal
While serving with faith of triumphant zest.

My life I offer in running life’s race 
Sought by the Lord to nestle in His grace*.

*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

May 23, 2022
Edited on December 6, 2022
10th place, "Thought rested awareness" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 12/11/2022.

A Wee Orphaned Lad

There was a wee orphaned lad named Kerplunk
Poor kid wore clothes to school that always stunk
   The principal despaired
   Asked, 'Kerplunk, don't you care?'
Said Plunk: 'What if your new parents were skunks?'

Orphaned Shadows

Youth, 
the perception
—of what time throws away

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Orphaned Moments

Do your lies hold as hostage,
every truth you never told

Has your heart become a stranger,
to the wishes it unfolds

Is your past if then forsaken,
free at last of its own self

Orphaned memories never spoken
—orphaned moments never felt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Orphaned Wishes

The subconscious mind exists behind thought,
where reality's not always real.
Imbued with skills imagination wrought,
it ventures beyond reason to reveal
innate impulses thought cannot conceal.

Curiosity ponders what could be;
contemplating all the what-ifs and maybes.
And sleep creates an actuality,
whereas there is no cancer, no scabies,
no wars, no dying, no starving babies.

Orphaned wishes, tethered to dying dreams,
can only come true if I adopt one.
But fantasy is less subtle, it seems,
like Rumpelstiltskin's gold, straw hopes get spun
into tall stories that outshine the sun.

As dreams set the stage, the actor in me
plays roles from court jester to Lancelot.
There, I'm invulnerable and carefree;
slicing my way through life's Gordian knot;
I steal its awe, and yet, never get caught.

The Forest of Orphaned Trees

Are you attached to some of
your poems?
Or is it only me?
I see my best ones as living trees.
Standing alone with no comments
And, it makes me tragically sad as can be.
The short poems of mine get some 
comments and that's all they deserve.
But the ones that grow from the
root and elegance of my heart?
No chance.
You get daggers in your hearts.

You stand like royalty,in the moonlit forest.
Greatly ignored, wanting to return
And hide in Panagiota's heart.
Where it is the warmest!
I want to erase you from the cold,
Indifferent site, so naked,
Exposed to all the world.
The trees and I know they are not wanted.
The no-think poems, applauded? 
Why you bet!

Come back dear, long poems!
My Heart's door wide open to you.
I am proud of each of you!
More than eight lines,oops...
In a tech world you are too much.
Three lines only or less are best?
Shakespeare would have been a flop
He wrote in full sentences, outrageous
today!

Your tea and plaid blankets ready, 
The fog rolling in...
Please, come home, poem trees.
I applaud you for standing tall, yet
bearing dishonor in spite of all.

Love,
Mom...Panagiota

5/13/2018
10:30 pm PST

Orphaned Hope

. for public domain

Happiness was far too much to hope for
in a world of abuse and misery,
and more sadness not worth the talking,
but we could strike back with our tiny fists,
and smiling falsehoods never ending.

We refused to go down without a battle.
If we were fated to be put down so young,
then we chose to go raging and clawing,
hurling our anger and obscenities,
laughing wild in the face of our "betters".

Cruelty for cruelty, we repaid in kind
to all who brought us into their world
to turn their backs on us to languish so.
Knowing only undue abandonment,
likewise we turned our backs to them.

But in the quiet of the night, beneath bridges,
dark alleys, cardboard boxes on doorsteps,
lonely children dream of a loving world,  
and tears roll down burning cheeks in our sleep.
We wish it were so.  We wish it were so.

Half-Orphaned - a Letter To a Son From a Father In Heaven

Half-Orphaned - A letter to a son from a father in heaven

Dear Son,

Sorry!
to leave you half-orphaned
to abandon you with my death

Sorry!
for not picking you from school
for missing out on your football matches

Sorry!
to dump you and your mother with a financial crisis
to have you to see your mother cry every day

Sorry!
for not wearing a helmet that day
for not fighting back from death

Your Baba from Heaven!

Orphaned Silent

You hear the words calling,
  but what if they stop

What if the voice changes
  to cold what was hot

And it’s not yours at all
  but a squatter that hides

D.N.A. of its own
  new agenda of lies

Those messages before,
  were they gifts or on loan

Is the feast yours to eat,
  will meat stay on the bone

Will the Muse be unfaithful,
  is divorce in the wind

Leaving words then unnamed
  —orphaned silent within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

Orphaned

An eagle hovers 
                                    A hen covers its chics 
                                    hen now in eagle's mouth

Orphaned Poet

No parents, no brothers, no sister, no thing, 
He’s alone with no place and no home,
Walking along the path to nowhere, 
Abandoned to wander and roam,

Longing for the things the other folks say, 
To the words of love they each share,
To the sounds of belonging that eludes his whole life,
Leaving him full of despair,

So, he picks himself up, focuses his mind, 
Straightens the shoes on his feet,
Then keeps on his walk from one town to the next, 
Walking the line on the street,

And he survives on ideas from his heart every day, 
He survives with a strike off the flint,
He survives with the poems he recites in his mind, 
Leaving a magic footprint.

Orphaned From the Worlds I Knew

Orphaned from the worlds I knew
My abandoned gods!!!
I fear to love through eyes
my heart has only known darkness
The despise, the reasons I never knew
the chirping dark alley ways
put a fear of loneliness
prayed never to lose anyone, day and night
Only grew to be stranger,
only afraid to ever to love through eyes.
Now my mouth has gone dry,
words have vanished and vaporised in fires.
My abandoned gods are these
what you need for your gurudakshina,
for life lessons accepting through pyres
My heart in loneliness
my heart deep in thought
my heart's blood through veins
flickered the thumb
fearing what fate had more to stain on life
disdained, despised, disturbed I remain
retreated to my silence taught in my mother's womb
wish I have never seen the world
wish I have never known a word
wish I have never uttered a sound
nowhere; I am beaten
now here with stockholm syndrome for the hate,
out from the universe.

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