Short Outsiders Poems
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Whimsically
Obedient
Motherly
Elegant
Nuisances
Silently
Hungry
Outsiders
Lusciously
Deprived
Belittled
Entities
Poetry soupmates
We're all together
Even when we disagree
We'll defend each other
against outsiders
Such a marvel, believe you me
Who wants to live long life
always run from the danger
aside from stray outsiders bullets
away from friendship of strangers
inner struggles
from traumatic times
in small old towns
outsiders wonder
why she holds onto it
meanwhile she's been searching
for a place to put it down
II
Ukraine belonged to Russia
So they acted doing their job
To make things easier
Ukraine was Russia
Russia was Ukraine
Outsiders don't get it
One Mother Russia
Always forever
Nothing more defended
than the status quo
To protect and covet,
never let go
Attacked by outsiders,
heels to dig in
Rocking the boat
—water within
(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
In the evening light
The Moon stands on its podium
The mother ship looms
A foretold invasion
Triggered by superfluous AI
wormhole in the sky
strangers in the evening light
outsiders with us
April 9, 2024.
Indescribable thoughts expressed
Colour and detail unmissed
Subconscious voices absorb on paper
Stories of emotion so personal
Experiences shared for armour
Laughed at by the outsiders
Understood by the intelligent minds
I stay awake to see the nights ways.
Witness where the freaks tweaks and youth meet.
Words from the reckless
Actions from the restless.
Sleep where the demons and angels meet.
Witness our war.
May all shining souls prevail
Blissfully on cloud nine or
Irritable beyond all recognition
Policing yourself to not hurt yourself
Only to hope its not to completion
Longing to be healthy and stable
Aggressive to the outsiders who
Recommend Lithium for you
Alphabet Soup
Everywhere I look, I see acronyms…
A language all of its own for each category.
A shorthand of sorts.
Outsiders confused and aggravated.
They requested clarification.
Only to be answered with jargon shorthand.
Sherry Emma-Pederson Barton
April 13, 2024
I wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood is up I feel safe from the outsiders. That’s why I live behind my hoodie.
Open
Close
1,2,3
High School Musical 2 Soundtrack
Hannah Montana Forever
Shake it up: Live 2 dance
Disc Ex-Change
Crash my Party
The Incredible Machine
The Outsiders
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The many faces of ACDC
Theory of a Deadman
Shinedown
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Display
Unable to play disc
24 October 2019
We leave our
jackets around the chairs
in spite of the
formalility of the setting.
Well, the outsiders are,
as usual, absent.
There are no guests to
make the rooms into a
tasteful memory.
I know her jacket
and she knows mine. She
sometimes scolds me
but I take it with good grace.
I know she is not
mother.
Deadbeat lost soul, no hope.
Nice guy, loyalty, good bloke.
Love found is no joke.
Ends meet but always broke.
Chance given, can he cope?
Outsiders chance of glory.
Just go the distance
That's the best story.
Fight with the champ.
Toe to toe
Blow to blow
Live the dream
Italian Stallion
Break odds…
Rocky.
I'm tired of fishing for truth,
and catching only,
Worm eaten boots
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds,
This river is polluted!
With a million fallen dreams,
And spineless fish,
That cannot see,
So I raise a glass
To the strangers.
To the outsiders.
Who swim in isolation.
In deeper darker waters.
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood & Other Stories is a gathering of dark-serious, funny, and emotional poems/stories showing people, hybrids, and objects born different. In their eyes, and to the normal, they’re born useless to the world – weird outsiders who try to make use of themselves with various degrees of success and failure (some die).
Family is defined by feelings
not just those of love.
A need stirs up inside
sent down from above.
The yearning to help, to comfort
to care for those in your family.
To be sure they will survive
And receive whatever they need.
Definitions, outsiders, nay-sayers,
whomever they may be
so not let them crush
your dreams of what you believe.
Season To Taste
S oup – pure broth
E ndeavouring to stay “pure”
A mid the “cook’s in the kitchen”.
S easoning to taste the
O fferings of distant “chefs” -
N ot/accepted -
T ables set for too many.
O outsiders –
T heir noses pressed
A gainst the glass -
S niffing the soup
T asting, its
E fficacy.
John G. Lawless
12/27/2015
Looking out into the bay,
All my friends,
Even my furry friends.
No one understands,
But they know me,
I am their protector.
I feel their heart.
I see the Ocean.
The different families.
Some good others dangerous.
I'm here for them,
To protect to save from outsiders,
Who take them from their home.
Catch them, kill them,
Even eat them,
Taking their Soul.
An altered state of reality,
Could there really be a duality?
Who determines if everything is twisted?
I always thought everything just coexisted.
It’s just a matter of perception,
Outsiders just see a complexion.
It really comes down to perspective,
It’s all subjective.
Who are these fellow creatures?
They claim to be our teachers.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
3/4/2022
You are confused,
but the answer is so clear.
You say "back off,"
only because you hold your broken heart so near.
You hurt others before the hurt you,
because we have never learned to fully love and care.
Outsiders never seem to understand us,
an the things that we had to bear.
But, sister, don't give up on your adoptive family,
because they will always be there.
Form:
strangers alone in a foreign land
two outsiders free floating on a barge
adrift without connection
in a bubble outside their world
swept by the currents and the tides
they manage to find each other
all remains pure and lacks complication
where lines are clearly drawn
this way depth of friendship never sours
Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation”
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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My head is calm
My space is zen
I glide and I meander
Manoeuver in a psychic hovercraft
I’m in my private bubble
Impervious to noise around me
Blissfully cut off from outsiders
Their bitter words are hollow
They're out there l'm in here
Water off a duck’s back
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 28, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE 9 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
September sun beats a downtown hotel,
For skid row children the heat is hell.
Mother drugged and father out to score,
Their children play alone, on the lobby floor.
They play with no one watching them,
Growing up without roots or stem.
Outsiders of the swollen hotel lobby,
Don't show up, its just not their hobby.
Their crimes will soon pay the price,
Parent's example leads only to vice.
9/9/2015