Unaccepted Poems | Examples

No love found

A lonely empath, off the romance path,
Yearning for connection, a bubbly bath.
Invisible to women's eyes, unaccommodated,
My soul cries out for love, unselected.

The boy tries to create love invitations,
All rejected, insecurities injected.
Low self-esteem, a persona formed,
Love, why am I unaccepted, unadorned?

Dear love, dear life, keep me protected,
In thy presence, when soulmates are selected.
May I be chosen, may my heart be seen,
And in love's warmth, may my soul be serene.

continuing to grow: open to acception

i feel like i am walking on water
i always accept an offer of contentment in peaceful places
i am drawn to all that is ignored, taken for granted, and unaccepted
for i am their twin and they give the love that i give them
i find it so groovy and that it bends my mind to experience the authenticity of its original roots
the flavor is similar to peppermint happiness
the savoring is like a gentle snowfall on a monday 
on said water, i sway freely with no hint of worry
the freedom within the vibe is like music on a slow movin' sunday
all that is missing is nothing but you and your lavendar vanilla scent
i say a small prayer for true natural beauty
like a stroke of paradiddle perfection, there you are.....
so beautiful to the touch.....my perfect day is now complete and confirmed

Scar

It can be an unaccepted valuable advice.  
An unheard shout not allowed to voice.               
The feeling  of loneliness amongst a crowd.           
 A silent cry always wanting to be loud.                    
A neglected suggestion which is the best.              
A marathon of thoughts forced to take rest.          
A personal emotion never understood in public.          
A simple soul always wanting to be heroic.             
A scar is often invisible and untouchable.          
Deep rooted in the heart but untraceable.

What hurts the most

Why the sadness
Why the Shame
God views us all
Just the same

But where I struggle
Is not the norm
It’s slightly different
Where I’m torn

We all fall short
We all get mad
But how I bleed
A different bad

It’s unaccepted
And unexplained
It’s not text book
My flaws of brain

People gossip
Skeptics crowd
This kind of different
Is not allowed

What hurts the most
I couldn’t say
To be shut out
Or feel this way

You Owe My Dad An Apology

I know now why I'm always mad
It's a little deeper than just hating my dad
or the beautiful family that I never had
The inferno that burns within
Fueled by rage and deception
Was lit by my own obsession
Yearning for your affection 
begging for your acceptance
Following the humiliation of rejection
The falling short of expectation
I am the product of your creation
Weak-minded and lost in duration
Thus born my soul of hatred
Not long after my heart cringed
With madness and revenge
The knowledge I must possess
Is simply too much to confess
So in your interest it would be best
to go ahead and put me to rest
For it was you that made this mess
Yes I know my story is sad 
But it's the only life I ever had
Now do you see why I'm always so mad
Yeah maybe I was too hard on my dad

The Letter I Did Not Write To You

What is hidden behind the end? is the end a beginning?
The beginning without the selfishness that kills?
The end of the words I didn't say, and the forgiveness I didn't ask? 
will it be the same without you?
An ungiven space, an unextended hand, an unaccepted apology and an end that has no end.
if tomorrow was yesterday, I would have left our selfishness aside. 
I would have taken forgiveness from the rocks of the soul,
and I would drown in the sea of your thoughts.
and when the waves touched your feet, I would touch your hand,
in the still night, where only the two of us were sailing,
untrodden shores of bliss,
where the bare steps caressed the sand and souls,
waiting for the letter I didn't write,
and that time will bring it to you,
like a waxed message inside a bottle.

Rejected

Rejected defective
Socially unaccepted what saved me from this hell my death did
Bruised and busted  none can be trusted what put me here my love did tarnished and jaded all memory of me faded this unknown place that I lie is not with the  angels in the sky

Untitled

Hands out I ain't reaching
So scared of leaving
Ain't looking for a reason  
Seems it found me so long ago
The esteem of self ain't a confident 
Just a fear of reality
Take a glimpse you shall see
It is not all sun and fun
My life 44 years gone now
Lost still like a little boy
What's the problem with isolation 
Missed opportunities 
Where's the color
Amongst the grays
Shaded black
Time keeps slippin
Love is good Love is great
But unaccepted
In this mess of reality 
The simplicity of imagination 
Buried goals
Nothing to show ain't willing to look
The true reality of things is I can't cope till now.

My Home

A small town looks a dot on the map.
It was my own big little world.
Giggles of children playing together 
weaved a rosary of music and merriment.
A safe place greeted me when I came back
with people who cried when I cried, 
with people who smiled when I smiled.

Forced to flee in naked helplessness
hiding behind mountains, hopping fences 
bombs and guns, fear of hunger and death.
Crossing shores in a crowded caravan of hope,
a wayfarer lands despondent in a jail...

I now sleep under tents in refugee camps.
Unwelcome... Uninvited... Unaccepted...
A deep incision uprooted me from kindred 
to an alien country I do not belong.
My outstretched  arms clutch distant clouds 
Yesteryear tragic memories in heavy heart.

Burying bloodshed beyond barbed wires,
I repaint my life in my new exile.
My forsaken homeland keeps calling. 
I long to be at your doorsteps again,
for when I'm with you, I am home.




11th August 2019

Sponsor	Lu Loo
Contest Name	My Home

Exiting Echoes In the Mist

Exiting Echoes in the Mist

Of the voices never heard with the silence slowly stirred
Tempest storms of their eyes darkened clouds in the skies
Of the silent whispers slurred vacant voices valiantly resist
Of the existing echoes in the mist…

Sanitariums do sustain broken thoughts of a banished brain
Endless thunder within the core wounded words to explore
Tangled tongues in the drain where lachrymal lakes do exist
Of the existing echoes in the mist…

Murmurs move thru empty waves slumberous are the slaves
Unaccepted utterance to moan hanging hearts turn to stone
Standing by their graves with phantom screams in their midst
Of the existing echoes in the mist…

Sounds of sadness in frozen air chilling cries abandoned prayer
Can you hear the voices speak modulations of their mystique?
Can you feel vibrations flare in collapsing fingers to make a fist?
Of the existing echoes in the mist…




Dec.02.2018
Voices
Sponsored by: 
Silent One


Placed 1'st...thank you

Part 2

I feel
disrespected
neglected
unaccepted
unsure what I did

I am
never complimented
disconnected
spinning in circles
a broken record

Always
unappreciated
hated
degraded
underrated
not burnt out 
yet definitely faded

Feeling I am
Overlooked
uncooked
an unwritten book
a fish on a hook

Being
outcast-ed
contrasted
distracted 
I'll get past it

Depleated
unheeded
defeated
this is what I needed

I wont be
punished
dismissed
a fool to your tricks
no longer aiming at glass
while holding a brick.

Against the Reign and Bullet Showers

What?
against the reign of bullets?
paltry words...insignificant phrases...scant creative thought

still to try
to wring the meaning out of the blood stained cloth
to pick up each brass shell and casing
to listen and ask each one why

why the reign?
with intent to ponder...defend and defuse 
against fall water of twisted metal anger

THE VOICE...this hard triumphant violence has given the unaccepted 
A NEW CODE of Monstrous honor?

How to disarm the broken soul...the distortion of voice!

ballast the fluctuating scattered soul
build a defense against the insecurity 
their being so different 
...so angry

ANGER 
against innocent Traitors ALL! 
the beautiful...the gifted...the brilliant ...the successful 
now the damned

Shiny Targets
on a shooting range wall

Empathy seems shallow water
fury fuels nothing
concentration breeds frustration
Lobby's laws ban ...banning 

Shall we jail the gifted in prisons of metal 
detectors and guards
encourage our glorious children to hide their gifts

Where are the answers 
all
that can possibly stop the fall?

My Abcs

After
Breaking
Crying and
Drowning;

After feeling:
Empty
Forgotten
Guilty
Hated
Insecure
Judged;

After being:
Kept out
Labeled and lied to
Mistaken
Negative
Offended
Picked on 
Quiet
Rejected
Stressed
Torn
Unaccepted
Valueless
Worried
X’d out 
Yelled at
Zoned out

You still ask, “How are you?”
and I still say, “I’m fine.”
while I am thinking about, feeling, reliving all of these things. 
After bawling every night
and trying to talk to someone,
You still don’t see me crying on the inside even though I have a smile plastered on my face.
I am human.
I am a girl.
I am just like you.
So why do you have to divide us?
Why do you care what I wear or what I say? 
Will it effect you in any way?
Only if you let it.
So I am not ok. 
I am and always will be,
alone
broken
cheated
dead
empty
I am the ABC’s


- written 12/10/17

Dirty Mind

The Dirty Mind

of the young
who let the dirt dominate their mind 
negativeness to rule their heart
dirt
leads to death
when one fails to subdue
by positivity
of either thoughts 
or
desire
that helps one to live a pure life
a spotless life
against all dirt and potholes
that 
lead one astray
from positiveness away
dirty way
immoral acts
bad habits
unbecoming behaviour
unaccepted conducts
caused by such a dirty-terrible mind.

Drencho POET Loads

Barking Bird

I stand awkward and unsure
So different from the rest
Unaccepted and rifled with ridicule
Uncomfortable yet hoping to conform
A fate that feels so wrong

I struggle to fight the urge without intent 
A path I forever lament
My tribe will love me if only I can find
Those common attributes they say will forever bind

Yet, there is a different path I pursue 
Bold and true to myself I burst through
Realize my destiny and prove to be great
Never looking back but only within
Being different without fear for its my fate

There are no barking birds 
Unless I choose to be first
I so choose
To be a lone barking bird

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