#outsider poems on Hello Poetry

Diljeev Apr 2021

Where oh where is it in me
you still reside,
where is it you still hide,
irony in it's full stride
sees an outsider
on the mirror's inside.
I am but a corpse of our dead kin,
this is how it has always been
and always will be.

#dead #kin #outsider

birdy Mar 2021

Don't Assume What You Don't Know

Messy hair and stained white shirts.
The laughing stock of this tiny stage.
Stare at your feet,
Velcro sketchers covered in sand.

#antibullying #bullied #outsider #alone #outcast

Brittany Ann Jan 2021

Life's Looking Glass

How too often,

as well as unfortunate, it is that

I find myself feeling at odds with-

ashamed of even-

for being the person I am.

My whole being seeming to be

something so very foreign-

as if all I am made of is

far too immense,

and much too intense

to exist in all its entirety-

that I instinctively work

to melt myself down enough

to be filled within the jagged cracks

of life's very own looking glass.

Where I am to be

hardened, bent

to fit and disappear into

it's illusive mold.

Where I am no longer too much

of something then-

I'll be nothing at all.

#outsider #introvert #different

Brittany Ann Jan 2021

Face of a Friend in a Stranger

I see a friend in the face of a stranger,

but I let the stranger pass me by.

As quick as a cold breeze

brushing against me in the empty night.

A glimpse of a person

whom could have been

that piece of a soul who could

connect with mine.

A connection brought out by love

that is also not love.

An innocent love fueled by companionship,

of two souls recognizing one another.

Not as the conjoining of one

but as if journeying side by side.

Like that of children,

conjoining only in the soft comfort

of two, gentle hands.

I've seen a friend in the face of strangers,

but a friend is still yet to be.

In the loneliness, I wonder,

does the stranger see the face of

a friend in me?

#friendships #outsider #introvert #relationships #peers

Brittany Ann Jan 2021

The Empty Room

Sometimes, I find myself

trapped in an empty room.

But... this specific room

isn't filled with an oppressive darkness.

The walls don't whisper

a devilish call in my ears.

And cold doesn't capture me

in an icy embrace.

In this room, it is still.

It is silent.

It is hollow.

And I am just there

sharing space among the nothingness.

In this room I should feel peace,

perhaps even serenity,

but there I stand and

I am impracticable.

I am insignificant.

I am inane.

And I am entirely alone.

#loneliness #empty #outsider #introvert

Wands Jan 2021

Capdepera Stranger - 1983

It’s early,
shutters yawn open
drawing in an already spirited sun.

I reluctantly roam
an unchartered narrow maze
of whitewashed walls.

Fingers squeeze
a mint mil Pesetas banknote
and list, written in my mother’s
stern and starchy hand.

I am the outsider,
inside and out.

I inhale
pine dust, bins and septic tanks,
I exhale
a huff of childhood hopelessness.

Shadows startle me
with machine gun Catalan.

I didn’t hear the rumble of the water truck.
Didn’t look right when I crossed the road.
Didn’t thank the stranger who saved me,

until now.

#stranger #outsider #catalan #capdepera

Hastfan Dec 2020

The Fox

I sit there
Cold as ice
Watching all move
Enticed

My mind fast
Body still
Rhythm beat
My sense of will

I stand there
Watching all
Dance and sing
I’ve yet to breathe

This girl is beauty
Moves with grace
She sees right through me
My disgrace

All in all
Your gentle touch
Lost on me
My cold is rough

For I chase
A fox through trot
All it means
I’m better off

If I caught you
Red fur gleaming
I’d let you go
For I’m not hungry

And my vanity
Holds no place
For your tail
I respect your wit

You’re not alone
Girls I loved
Can never warm
My heart enough

I sit still
In crowds are moving
Wandering why
My hands hold feeling

I can’t bear
The weight of talking
Yours is power
Mine is fleeting

For red fur
No matter what
Still belongs
To the fox

Why do I always feel out of place ?

#love #outsider #excluded #anxiety

Janna Orpa Nov 2020

Beneath the Surface

She smiles at the world, I weep in the dark. 
She is spontaneous, I am an introvert. 
She has passion, I am lost. 
She is the life of the party, I am unknown. 
She is beautiful, I am chaotic. 
She is cheerful, I am hollow.
She has it all together, I am in shambles. 
She is me; I am her.
She hides me for she is my mask.

we all hide our raw secrets from the outside because somewhere deep down we know they wouldn’t accept us.

#mask #anxiety #outsider

Janna Orpa Nov 2020

Celestial Light

They all walked on the path that cascades down to a celestial land of light.
I followed them, they looked at me.
Something in their eyes made me feel uncomfortable,
I knew I didn’t fit in.
I walked away to an empty path.
A cold gust of wind sent shivers down my spine.
I looked for light but there was only darkness.
I continued.
Suddenly I could see a light following me but I couldn’t find a source.
I searched but I couldn’t see anything but darkness.
The light followed me.
I stopped looking for the source,
I admired the light.
It shone bright like a cosmic star.
It was never-ending.
I stumbled upon a small pond glistening like a sapphire under the darkness.
Lily pads decorated the pond like a Christmas tree.
I peaked,
I finally saw the light.
It was a reflection: my reflection.
I was the light.
I was like a dog chasing its own tail,
All along I failed to see the light within me.

#selflove #outsider #poetry #light #happiness #invisibility #love

Elizabeth Preston Oct 2020

Deeply

she cared so deeply
yet felt like she
couldn't be more of an
outsider
and for no reason
overthinking caused her
to set herself apart
she couldn't see
that they cared
for her too

#deeply #cared #overtjinking #setapart #thousandwrittenlives #outsider