Outsider Poems - Poems about Outsider

...The Walking Dead It’s said that at the crucifixion, certain events took place. But nowhere in history do we find this case. Eclipses, in the ancient world, were important events, And often be......Read the rest...

...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, brin......Read the rest...

...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 remai......Read the rest...

...Everything fell to pieces today. His patience wore as thin as the hair follicles atop the head of an elder. My endurance for this pain is bare and non-existent. I had absolute no warning of such a......Read the rest...

...A tune flickered on the radio As we waltzed into the kitchen My hand wraps around yours As I flick on the stove top with the other. You grab a pot out of the cupboard And I grab the meat fro......Read the rest...

...Misfit always out of step with the world, Outsider longing to run forever; Then into my reticent life you twirled; Proximity my only endeavor; Eyes lit on fire and my appetite swirled, there wa......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...A black girl lost in the world, Feeling like she doesn't belong, Her skin is a shade that stands out, In a society that tells her she's wrong. She walks the streets with a heavy heart, Fe......Read the rest...

...I lie against the rigged walls of a deep-rooted oak tree As it waits patiently for my fingers to traverse its abundant layers of bark. The glassy sap oozes aimlessly between the withered crevasses,......Read the rest...

...I am stuck in a room, the room is made of mirrors. The mirrors are moving constantly. some mirrors reflect my heart, some reflect my outsider. some reflect my likes, some reflect my dislik......Read the rest...

...New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious for walking way too fast, not moderately: it's seen as an unpleasant remark; tourists keep think to themselves, " They're funny! " It's a stereotype t......Read the rest...

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

...Where are you? You happy I do hope so I'd understand if I treated you rough, gone against your back or didn't express enough. Was not the case just unfollowed, that is all, I did not sev......Read the rest...

...You my dear will never make it in my family, For our blood runs thick with tradition and legacy. We hold ourselves to a higher standard, And you, my dear, are simply not up to par. You see, we ......Read the rest...

... They call her 'bubbe' now her face a bit puffy sheitel no longer stylish yet still works Friday's kitchen like a pro not a moment to ponder where the years go T......Read the rest...