Outsider Poems

beat

I feel like a failed organ transplant 
In this country, in this world
But it’s deeper than that
In my body, in my mind

My life on screen

my love life
is a flash of television
movies
reruns
and a bit of news
it's all on screen
and
i'm the outsider
looking in


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The Dog

Alone,
the dog outrides the flock,
warning away the terrors of night.
He sees
the cheery glow of the shepherds’ fire,
murmured talk and quiet laughter
float past him softly
on the chill autumn breeze.
He longs
to sit with them beside the light,
sharing avidly
(tongue lolling,
 slyly smiling)
in their good-natured jokes
but that is not his place:
He is a dog and no man
and his place

creature

below the world I sit in silence
an animal among machines

The Prayer of the Outsider

The Prayer of the Outsider

(A little old lady whispers all alone in the cold. Looking up at the rain filled sky.)

Dear God 
You brought me to life from nothing

To try to do something

To share kindness 
Compassion and a light for those in the dark

To follow 

Then to return home with stories
When my bell you ring

My Lonely Symphonies

My heart plays somber symphonies. It plays them exclusively for me. They are fragile and feminine. Breathtaking and melancholy. They perform songs of tragedy and cry out with sorrow but they are perceived by myself alone. Like an isolated violinist in a vacant theater, they are radiant but heartbreaking. My heart plays somber symphonies. Can’t

WOMEN

You know,  
I am a restless woman from ages past,  
Who does not know the address of her home.  
I am searching  
For the address of my home.

The house where I was born  
Held wealth that was never mine.  
I worked,  
Toiled,  
And through all joys and

The Outsiders

In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.

We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.

For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.

Can-Do Attitude

It's a question of what you can do.
Well, I can work.
That's what I can do.
Yet, I can't be with people or be friendly.
I just don't have it within me.
That's why I'm outside.
For this, I remain on my hill, on my descent.
It's a crescent just for you and me.
Just think, it's a fact, and that's just

The Schock Od An Outsider

New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious 
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "

An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the  President coming?

Outed

My home is 
where my family is,
my family of one.
Others taint the
peace of mind,
you are not welcomed.

Outsider

"Reading comics can take you to a happy place, so one can be a lot less misanthropic" by Poet

I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
often, I feel lost and forgotten
sinking in an ocean of pain unspoken
been banned, shunned and stabbed by life's daggers
this has left my soul

Free Outsider

If the market
wants to regulate your business,
your life...
Trade with nature that is free...!
Free yourself !

Ode To the Outsider

Barry Dell
 
 
                                         	“Ode to the Outsider”	Poem
 
Outsider ousted with high self esteem, confidence

Outsider

If the man doesn't come
             to life, if he does not integrate
             the landscape,
             if he doesn't share the

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