Short Disowned Poems
Short Disowned Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disowned by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disowned by length and keyword.
Money, wrapping paper
of disowned creation
Destroying the gift,
—laying claim to the box
(Jamestown New York: May, 2011)
A crime for a crime,
The belt whistles, waterfalls,
In a loop it goes...
The shirt of blame now fits you;
Disowned, waterfalls no more
Always the odd ball
His family disowned him
Child of the unknown
-I write about my past friends.
I’ll light new year candles of hope in dismal hearts dark and disowned
December 30, 2018
Syllable count : 16
Checked on howmanysyllable.com
the sky
rooftops, looking in-
lie- peripheralvision
potential for abuse
edges of anger perform
incision
disowned in likes of
the norm, the
lapping tongue of electric
storm.
Some came home…
but never came back
Some came back…
but never came home
Caught between
forever
And what forever
—had disowned
(Vietnam Veterans Memorial: March, 2020)
Leading from today
into the past
Present state of mind
destroyed
The future an orphan,
waiting disowned
Hell’s pathway
—to the void
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Waiting for the music,
naked and alone
the words become orphans,
unsung and unknown
The letters in limbo,
each phrase nether blown
with melody absent
—the magic disowned
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
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
I told you I loved you
You didn't say it back...
I said you disowned me
You never corrected me...
I told you the pain you caused
I even said what you did...
You said I lie
And it was him...
What you forgot
Your other kids saw it too.
Form:
I just lost my job
My girlfriend called me a slob
Where are my car keys?
My phone keeps ringing
My canary stopped singing
Still can't find my keys
My neighbors stoned me
And my parents disowned me
I guess I'm walking
Giving up the money
for a chance at transcendence
The words became sacred,
all time was disowned
Chasing that one thing
that if caught defies memory
At one with the truth
—forever at home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
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)
We must
relinquish
the fear
of fear to come
When trapped
in our psyches
it keeps us
undone
Fear
when its real
has a worth
of its own
But
its anticipation
should be forever
— disowned
(Watching Fine Lines On Netflix: November, 2025)
a phoney on my ownly
living lost and lonely
like my soul disowned me
phone me homie or text
say hello if you've known me
show what wasn't shown me
let me see then leave happy
cus you've seen my reality
as gone wrong as can be
who'd want to be me
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)
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)
The commonest denominator,
stepping toward the throne
His minions with their blindfolds on,
about to be disowned
The commonest denominator,
laughing at their pain
Another lie, stick in the eye
—a life of greed and shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
My ego lost virginity,
upon the critics throne
Pregnant with doubt ectopic,
its embryo disowned
With labored forced delivery,
and fetus left unsired
A chastised unwed mother
—giving birth to words bemired
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
tell it like it is, sweet babe,
have a brother bipolar knave,
disowned me last time we met,
bipolar cant get off his chest...
awful thing hey,
coming off the zoloff quick,
he was going to murder us just a bit....
bloody bipolar hey...Don Johnson
The past is but a distant flame,
with reasons there disowned
Where fire burns in effigy,
to singe that falsely known
The ages but a candle dim,
its wick burned to the quick
As torches rage from deep within
—all time a kindling stick
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
She named her husband Ruth. He thought it was funny at first.
Her second husband was nicknamed Thomasina.
He left before the marriage was consummated.
You have to stop doing this her mother told her.
She nicknamed her mother spoil sport Dick.
Spoil Sport Dick disowned her.
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
Form:
You have money in the bank,
but you’ll never be rich
With the power to buy and sell
though yourself disowned
Those things today and then tomorrow,
their weight crushes in upon you
A legacy doomed as rock by rock
—your future coursed in stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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