#orphan poems on Hello Poetry

Seema Aug 2017

My life you hold
Your energy too cold
For the truth was told
Yet a bid, and I was sold

The crawling rigid fear
Year after year, I hear
I'll takecare of you dear
But no one wipes my tear

An orphan, mistreated
With frowns always greeted
My voice unheard, defeated
And all this gets repeated

Each night my heart cries
My soul begs, my mind lies
Things will be ok, with tries
My face sinks as my tear dries

No love of any kind
No happiness I ever find
Too many questions in my mind
This living, is so unkind

Run away is the only option
Drawing a picture without caption
Thinking life spread in many sections
My life sliced in infinite fractions...

©sim

I have heard some, sharing their life stories with me.
This write is inspired by one of those experiences.

#orphan #cries #tears #lonely #emotions

Diána Bósa Aug 2017

Orphan King

Estranged from the familiar
you made me by unmaking me
for getting tired too soon
of fostering
like I was
an unwanted child,
yet still you are the one
who have become unparented;
an Orphan King
in a Borrowed Land,
always
halfway to a
hallway of
all ways.

#freeverse #orphan #estrange #familiar #love #lost #child #unparent #unmake

Chui Choo Jul 2017

My friend is an orphan -

You got lost at the very start
You were raised by strangers
Thought that you were unwanted
Not enough

Hard to find a place
Somewhere to settle, to stay
A place safe and warm
Home, a place to call

No time to find yourself
When you’re busy with too much
Life throws more lemons at you
Than it does at everyone else

I don’t know what to say
Except “stay strong”
But as if that could make things better
I wish I could do more

Just know that you’re not unwanted
That I’m here with open arms
A place called home can be a person
Ready to catch all the lemons life throws at us

I know that there are some things I can’t understand
But if there ever comes a time when you need a hand
Let me know and I’ll be there
A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on when you can no longer bear

I hope you don’t shut yourself out from the world
Thinking no one will care
And suffer alone
It’s too much to withstand

I don't actually have a friend like that. But recently I've been thinking of writing in the perspective of others – which I think is a healthy habit to have. More to come. Note: This series will be denoted by "-" as seen above.

#orphan #adopted #friendship

Aaron LaLux Jul 2017

Family ReUnion

Family Reunion

Had dinner with my parents tonight,
this week was the first time I’ve seen them together in my entire life,

honestly,
and even though I left home at 14,
all of the blame,
can’t really be put on either them or me,

because my parents had broken up,
since long before I was woken up,
separated for so long,
I often wondered if they were even ever together,

I brought them together for my birthday,
October 2016,
my father flew in from The States,
we all met in Thailand where my mom lives,

dinner was difficult,
my mom is losing her mind,
while she’s sitting there spilling her soul,
my dad just sits there and asks meaningless questions,

my mother sitting there saying how she has no money,
how she has no family other than us,
how she has no shoes on her feet,
and no real place to call home,

like I’m supposed to feel guilty for that,
like I don’t send her money all the time,
like I wasn’t in Thailand just to visit her,
like I’m a man now so she chooses to blame me,

like she’s chosen to blame every other man that’s ever been in her life,

how many husbands has she had now,
4 or 5,
maybe 6 or 7,
I don’t know I’ve lost count.

Seriously,
ridiculous,

what do you say to your mom,
when you think she’s a ****,
and I know that might sound like a terrible thing to say,
but it’s the truth and I refuse to censor myself,

my,
self,
doesn’t even feel like me anymore,
not even sure if I’m a human let alone a man,

man,
the Atomic Family is more like an Atomic Bomb,

what a mess we’ve made,
and all in the name of what,
I have no idea,
honestly,

well,
it’s all probably a simulation always,
at least that’s what Elon Musk says,
“There’s a 1 in billions chance that we are not living in a Simulated Reality.”.

Makes me want to tell my parents,
that they are just part of a computer program,
but they’d probably just call me crazy,
and then just disappear…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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#family #orphan #vr #parents #daddyissues #mommyissues #issues

K Balachandran Jun 2017

The Girl in White

Wearing a drab dress, all white,
I see a girl child of about eight
seemingly lost, perhaps left alone to fight
her continuing wars with a callous world,
walking hurriedly all by herself along
a desolate street, that to me seems familiar
yes, it's in the part of the city, once I lived
which always was seen teeming with life
except perhaps in such mystery dreams.

Think of this, don't you in spirit live in many
different places, like hearts of lovers one cherishes
though now one hardly remembers, how
it happened and where it was or how many
different persona constitute, the 'You, you think are You'

Like a somnambulist she walks along  the tree lined street,
I was watching her through a  window set high,
as she passed a young palm laden with coconuts,
and then a strange feeling gripped me and said
"It must be she, standing in this cozy room's warmth
and isn't that I, taking faltering steps along the street,
where she has been never before and don't know
what  awaits her or any other beyond that corner"

Is she a refugee from somewhere, an orphan whom
the world has jettisoned, with nothing to look forward?
An improbable adventurer aged just eight, still
ready to stare a dark, overcast day, on it's face fearless?

I just flew out of the window and was astonished at that feat
and  the speed; who would think I could pull it off?
I flew following her as if fearing for my dear life,
as if she and I have a cryptic connection I forgot,somehow
Where is she?my heart in palpitation,I flow with the wind.

#refugee #orphan #nightmare #war #loneliness #misery

Miss Clofullia Mar 2017

#pressure

Our parents will become orphans one day -
this is not something you normally choose.

In that moment,
some of them will suddenly find
their inner child,
hopelessly
wondering around life;
others
will permanently lose it
and bury it
alongside their parents.

All of these grown-up children
are wishing more and more,
with every day that passes,
to become grandparents
for OUR unborn children.

We will become orphans one day -
that's something you don't normally choose.

In that moment,
we'll become the first generation
of children that
don't have a past,
nor a future -
we will only live our present,
till the day we die..

Or, at least, that's what our mothers and fathers believe at this point about us.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWFeUNyfpmM]

#love #death #father #mother #children #parents #pressure #orphan #generations #unborn

Kee Mar 2017

Orphan

A life I never asked for
A life I'm forced to live
But a life nonetheless, right?
My scars scattered across my body
My eyes dull
My heart empty
My soul... soul less?
But a life nonetheless, right?
Father and mother dropped me off at my grandma's and never came back
She's had me since I was 3
She died working to support me
And now it's back to back in foster homes
Sometimes they're nice, other times...
very, very bad.
And on to the next I go
But a life nonetheless, right?
I'm at the top of my class and skipped ahead a year
But I'm called an overachiever
My intelligence isn't great anymore
Talent isn't great anymore
Just trying isn't great anymore
You just don't
You give up before anything can happen so they can never say 'you're not only letting others down, but yourself'
But a life nonetheless, right?
A life nonetheless.
A life.
This *valued, precious life.

I'm going to be making this into a series! It's going to be called but a life nonetheless, right? This first one is called Orphan. Well... because it's the life of an orphan. This is all fiction and from my mind, so I'm trying my best to put myself in their shoes.
To go more into this poem. It's the label Orphan because I don't want names, you don't really need them. You know that this is about an orphan. What an orphan might go through, might not go through. What they feel, their past lives, etc. No matter what the label has been given to them, they are still a person.
Knowing a little bit of who they are and leaving off on a cliff hanger is fun, so the reader can make up their own ending for this poem, for this orphan, this person.

#sad #home #lost #person #abandon #orphan #foster #adopt #balnr #ager

Ellie Geneve Dec 2016

Dear Orphan,

I cannot replace your mother's essence
I cannot fill the void
nor deny it's presence.
I cannot expect myself to abolish your desolation
nor can I pretend to comprehend your situation.
All I can do is
pray that you find
the love you lack
within your own disposition.

#orphan

Brent Kincaid Dec 2016

ORPHAN ALTERNATIVES

My father and mother gave me life.
Father contributed maybe just a minute;
His effort made life happen to me
Then he mostly cast me adrift in it.
Mother took longer to have me
But cared even less for me it seems
And after she did what she had to do
She just cared about her own dreams.

Life can be painful if you’re an orphan
Uncared for, unwanted and a pain.
It’s almost like people hold living against you
When they see you coming around once again.
Believe me, this is not what I wanted;
Always to be the flat fifth wheel.
I don’t know what else could have happened
But I have always aware of what I feel.

I developed a lifelong hatred of imposing,
Of asking something when not welcome.
I did what I could to show gratitude
But somehow I was taken as loathsome.
It was almost as if to know me was to hate me
And the best thing I could do was to be gone.
To make myself scarce from the party.
My best trick was just me moving on.

So, early in life, I started collecting
A brand-new batch of my family.
I only kept around those with no problem
Letting me know that they treasured me.
I stopped keeping track of the careless,
The users that only wanted what I had.
I turned my ears deaf to any naysayers
And ever since then I have been glad.

Christmas stopped being painful or lonely
With loneliness or abuse being the theme.
I joined in the traditions and merriment
And made holidays the fun they should seem.
I had my decorations and stockings hung up
On the mantel of a home of my very own.
And for those who didn’t care much for me
I wish them a Happy Twilight Zone.

#poetry #unwanted #orphan #unwelcome #kincaid #step-child

STLR Nov 2016

Gold To An Orphan

I flip words like pancakes
The residue left on that plate
Is gold to an orphan in that state.

Paranoid none the less I express my deepest regrets, 24 and still in school why hasn't the fool finished yet?

let the negative wave it's sword with a threat, taunting and poking at me, threatening to take it from me. These words are what I have left, now I'm left in this state of worry...did I leave patience in a hurry?

Is my purpose to fear the future & forget what is truly worthy?

Step in my mind and you'll find that my demons flurry
for this friction is not fictitious, but a depiction fury

pummeling perseverance...just pass no interference,
because those who try to catch look devilish in appearance.

I'm a rebel with a spirit of a tiger running free, from a jungle that is
Huddled by gravel and it's street. Now can't you see that we all live inside of Places that are neat? Organized by a function that's constructed yet Unique

let these rooted words form like branches on a tree, then be seen in deep vistas Equally open seas.

#gold #poem #feelings #rhyme #spilledink #express #orphan #stellarhero #poetfreak