The outcast dove sits alone, apart
From the rest of those who shared the start
Of the journey that has led them here
And left some full of dread and fear
Its bills and coos don't matter now
For the line they choose does not allow
Separation from the flock and roost
Different, and the choice - the noose
That leaves it twisting in the wind
Hanging there without a friend
That wind whose loft brought all along
And fills each lung with life and song
Allows the soul to separate
To fill, to fly, but not inflate
Yes, from the flock, but not the soul
That one lone thing we can control
Left hanging there is what is lost
Relations now the tempest tossed
Suspension left to bear the cost
Of souls refusing to be bossed
Relations never really die
They linger in that endless sky
Surrounding ev'ryone we know...
The air that lives in ev'ry soul
count grains
fought won
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Nothing lonelier than being alone in a crowd
standing still in a bustling sea of aliens
they speak their dialects and look
right through me as if I wasn’t there
Feeling insignificant I don’t belong
and everybody knows it
like an imposter trying to fit in
but wearing the wrong camouflage
I try to merge with oncoming traffic
but they ignore me and won’t let me in
refusing to give me a chance
I am not worthy and they let me know it
Secretly part of me thrives in their ostracism
content that I have made my attempt
that like amber in layers underneath
there is more to be found in silence
Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation”
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I walk a solitary path, a reclusive soul/
Lonely whispers echo where shadows console/
Nobody speaks, nobody sees/
I'm lost in their world, like a silent breeze/
In public, I vanish, an invisible man/
An outcast, a shadow in their grander plans/
Yet within me burns a heart so true/
A Romeo's passion, longing for breakthrough/
I may be deaf, but I hear through skies/
Telepathy bridges what hearing denies/
My silent ears, tune to unspoken sound/
A mind reader, a Psychic yet deaf/
I hear you, feel you, though silence surrounds/
Don't hate me, don't judge what you think you know/
Don't let my deafness mark me with woe/
For I am not less, and I am not weak/
A soul in the shadows, yearning to speak/
The journey stretches, endless and long/
Loneliness binds, but I remain strong/
A road of solitude, yet I've always known/
The quiet holds power, it's my own/
Outcast life
The life
The
Old
New
Real
life
Outcast
The Life
Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
An outcast
An outlaw whose only crime was to be finally free
Demons screaming in his ear
Voices so loud that passersby could hear if they were near
Daunting spirits. Recycling his hopes and shredding his dreams
He so much craved the elixir of life.
Wanted to be fine and hear the torments no more
The sleepless nights. The solemn silence.
The echoes of doubts. The piercing cries.
He wanted to shut the jaws of fear
Wanted to close the bridge of hurt and recurrent rejection.
Want to scream out the pains of visiting dismay
So he mixed the toxic drink
Brewed it into a smearing concoction
And he,with hands trembling,took the perfection mixed juice.
And then felt himself slowly drifting away
Then he knew that he was finally free .
But was he??
Knot For Thee
. for public domain
Everywhere I from and go,
o'er luscious prairie and mountain snow,
stretched low and high the hungry hands,
and gobbled up the Promised Lands.
Gated fences here and there,
a posted sign most everywhere,
declare, "This land is mine! Beware!
Move on. Move on. Don't linger here."
And yet sweet breezes beckon me,
"You may not touch. But look and see!
My lovely land from sea to sea,
twas made for some, but not for thee."
Hugged her from behind
She wore red lipstick number 9
Or was it plum?
I don’t know anymore
But I know her eyes
She was someone
So much better than me
I followed her everywhere
But her friends hated me
She told me to crash the slumber party
I held her hand under the sheets
The next day
She kissed my boyfriend
She told my secrets
She ate my brownie in the cafeteria
She told the school I was ugly
But I loved her
Cause she always spoke to me
Spit on me
Laughed at me
I brushed her hair
While she flirted with the football team
I carried her books
While she walked ahead of me
I drove her when she didn’t want to walk
I listened when she talked
I did her homework
Like she ordered me to do
I overheard her friends tell her to lure me in
But I went to the woods anyways that day
I wasn’t surprised when they jumped me
You stood there with your perfect hair
Drawing symbols on my face
They tied me to a tree
Laughing
They took turns stabbing
But you cut my hair
You took off my ring
You took my money
You snapped your purse
They chanted and screamed
They threw a burning flame
I watched you put on my ring
“Bye Becca”
Wow, you knew my name.
a
lone
grey wolf
banished from
the pack; an outcast
roaming the vast Arctic tundra
in search of prey and another pack to belong to.
encountering polar bears; it's a struggle for survival in the harsh elements.
Writing Challenge - O words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Outcast
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 03/25/2023
Why does one feel outcast?
Why base self-worth on the opinion of others?
A great and tragic lapse in ego,
irrational thought, and weak superego.
An outcast allows themself to be victim,
being subjugated by their perceived “tormenters”.
A compliment that I have not succumbed
to the societal norms of hatred, envy, jealousy,
disdain, racism, and exclusion.
My mind is my own and I follow my gut that tells me right from wrong.
I will not comply to be liked, included, loved, or admired.
So call me outcast, I wear it as a badge of valor and courage.
It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone
What’s greed with the line money’s on/
Will it run up on someone’s lawn/
Or try and take from your spawn/
Then act like nothing was wrong/
The track they’re taking is long/
When that feeling is an old song/
As you’re turning the tables around/
Just gas and keep burning fables down/
Outlast and be learning angles they’ll surround/
Outcast to be free and yearn for an angels sound
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
There on society’s
stage of
social standards
stiffly stands
a man timid
and tense.
With his mind lying
in a world
that had never
made sense .
Bounding him under
the brittle
bones of a
broken system.
Black and white
Two bright contrasting colours
Distinguishing
The rights and the wrongs
The principles and rules
Are too sacred to be outcast
Law breakers tend to
Ignore it, discard it and overule it
But not in front of humanity
But not in front of democracy
But not in front of the truths
But not in front of the law
But not in front of the Almighty God
Scandals ever commited are humiliating
The sanity of black and white
And so the offender's name
Is to be smeared
And out of the people's votes
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