#rejected - Hello Poetry

some days numbers haunt each step counting up, counting down constantly moving all on their own shadowing choices made and choices rejected.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 9:22 AM UTC

nivek

nailed and numbered

some days numbers haunt each step counting up, counting down constantly moving all on their own shadowing choices made and choices rejected.

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The first time we were together, you said I didn't love you enough The second time we got back together, you said I loved you too much I am starting to believe That you just don't want my love at all

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Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC

LanceRemir

Believe

The first time we were together, you said I didn't love you enough The second time we got back together, you said I loved you too much I am starting to believe That you just don't want my love at all

6

I don't like it when people fight. My mom and dad do every night. I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep. My mom looks in; I don't make a peep. Sometimes I wish I didn't live here. I'm a little girl who only feels fear. When I go to school I put on a big smile. I pretend things are fine, and it works for a while. But there are days when I am very sad. When I've been called names and told that I'm bad, Then I keep to myself and hide my shame, For I don't really know who to blame. I'm scared to have friends come over to play. I never dare ask if my friends can stay, For I don't know when they will start. I'm just a little girl trying to be smart. The dishes breaking, the yelling, the shouting. Their fights are ever so mounting. I'm the innocent victim who feels rejected Instead of feeling loved and respected. But maybe if I wish really hard The memories will ease and I won't be scarred. When I awaken, maybe my wish will come true. Out with the old and in with the new. A new way of living for my parents and I. There'll be no more tears for the little girl to cry, But it's really hard on children to grow up like this. They'll look back on a childhood they really missed.

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC

liaAfterdark

innocence lost

I don't like it when people fight. My mom and dad do every night. I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep. My mom looks in; I don't make a peep. Sometimes I wish I didn't live here. I'm a little girl who only feels fear. When I go to school I put on a big smile. I pretend things are fine, and it works for a while. But there are days when I am very sad. When I've been called names and told that I'm bad, Then I keep to myself and hide my shame, For I don't really know who to blame. I'm scared to have friends come over to play. I never dare ask if my friends can stay, For I don't know when they will start. I'm just a little girl trying to be smart. The dishes breaking, the yelling, the shouting. Their fights are ever so mounting. I'm the innocent victim who feels rejected Instead of feeling loved and respected. But maybe if I wish really hard The memories will ease and I won't be scarred. When I awaken, maybe my wish will come true. Out with the old and in with the new. A new way of living for my parents and I. There'll be no more tears for the little girl to cry, But it's really hard on children to grow up like this. They'll look back on a childhood they really missed.

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When you are feeling alone, and within Solitude, all on your own, no one else, just you, you feel like you are an outcast, and you are feeling so blue, when you have no friends, and when you don't fit in, but you try to, when no one is around, and you are feeling so down, you are considered an Outsider, and on your face you wear a frown; but you are not alone, just want to make your day Brighter, your kindness is shown, you should feel much Lighter, So, don't feel bad if you are rejected, there are others just like you, that you could relate to, and feel connected, so, when you are feeling like you don't belong, there are others that are the same, so, just be strong, I am here to motivate, encourage, and Inspire, Have Faith, and Hope, Just Lifting you Higher, Just broaden your Horizons, and make your path wider, Are you in Isolation???, Do you feel like an Outsider??? B.R. Date: 5/3/2025

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May 3, 2025

May 3, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

The Outsider

When you are feeling alone, and within Solitude, all on your own, no one else, just you, you feel like you are an outcast, and you are feeling so blue, when you have no friends, and when you don't fit in, but you try to, when no one is around, and you are feeling so down, you are considered an Outsider, and on your face you wear a frown; but you are not alone, just want to make your day Brighter, your kindness is shown, you should feel much Lighter, So, don't feel bad if you are rejected, there are others just like you, that you could relate to, and feel connected, so, when you are feeling like you don't belong, there are others that are the same, so, just be strong, I am here to motivate, encourage, and Inspire, Have Faith, and Hope, Just Lifting you Higher, Just broaden your Horizons, and make your path wider, Are you in Isolation???, Do you feel like an Outsider??? B.R. Date: 5/3/2025

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words never mean anything and the ones that do are never being said out loud silence is a prophet a very somber one at that but we just love to believe in something, don’t we maybe tomorrow will change everything maybe tomorrow will reveal nothing nothing is the antidote for expectation it’s in the sweet numbness of their rejection it’s in the bitter aftertaste of your undying hope it will happen again I will happen

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Jan 29, 2025

Jan 29, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC

ignata

again

words never mean anything and the ones that do are never being said out loud silence is a prophet a very somber one at that but we just love to believe in something, don’t we maybe tomorrow will change everything maybe tomorrow will reveal nothing nothing is the antidote for expectation it’s in the sweet numbness of their rejection it’s in the bitter aftertaste of your undying hope it will happen again I will happen

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Like paper, one mistake and your out, Like a pen, once your ink is done, you’re out, Like a bag of crisps, once you’re empty inside they’re done with you, Did you want this, or did you let others do it to you? Did you ever try escape the loneliness? Did you ever wonder why? You could never be satisfied with yourself You can never accomplish things like others Only ones you will ever make happy, are those demons on your shoulders Whatever is happening to you, is your own doing.

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 8:15 AM UTC

Idz_

Unregistered

Like paper, one mistake and your out, Like a pen, once your ink is done, you’re out, Like a bag of crisps, once you’re empty inside they’re done with you, Did you want this, or did you let others do it to you? Did you ever try escape the loneliness? Did you ever wonder why? You could never be satisfied with yourself You can never accomplish things like others Only ones you will ever make happy, are those demons on your shoulders Whatever is happening to you, is your own doing.

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Paint a bitter picture with a letter full of truth. Let it be offensive. Let it be uncouth. Even if it hurts me Have your feelings be outpoured because I'd rather be rejected than to simply be ignored.

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Oct 21, 2024

Oct 21, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC

asante-1

Ignored

Paint a bitter picture with a letter full of truth. Let it be offensive. Let it be uncouth. Even if it hurts me Have your feelings be outpoured because I'd rather be rejected than to simply be ignored.

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The date was April 3, 2000. A cool zephyr blew and I forgot every morning blue, Right when I saw the angel, She was so beautiful, As if a princess, or a fairy, I was 9 at that time. She had come down from the hills, From the Himachali town of Solan, And she had just come to our school. I looked at her, and I was dumbstruck. Her sideways glance, It was so fascinating, As if a fairy came down, From the mountains, I mean, I can never forget her, Neither her name, Nor her harmonious voice. She became the class monitor, And I intentionally made a noise, To get her often talking to me, Oh I remember everything clearly, "Atul–Keep quiet!" she'd shout, And I'd laugh silently, but laugh anyway, And her nostrils would flare red. In 2001, I drowned in the infatuation, Deeper than the Mariana Trench, Sitting on my school bench. In 2002, her father expired, And she was traumatised, Seeing her sad, I was shocked too, And she stopped talking to us, But she always scored well, Yes, she did score nicely, And I was inspired. In 2003, I changed schools, But in 2005, I met her again, She gave me her number, I often used to call her, Not once did she, Because she didn't have my number, Not that her caller ID didn't show it, But our EPABX number always varied. In 2007, I confessed to her on a call, I told her, "I have always loved you," And she scolded me without waiting, "Atul! I never expected this from you." She continued, "Never call me again!" I was crestfallen, disappointed, and sad. I'd have sung my original song had she accepted. That song I composed for her, Had come out of my heart. It was a lyric of my desperation. And a tune of my romance. It was a hope of my loneliness. And a promise of my love. But she rejected my proposal. I never called her again, out of respect. Anyway, I credit her for making me a poet. I credit her for making me a singer & artist. But I still love her so deeply, and So truly that I look for her everywhere, In every prospective match, In every passing batch. These days she's in Chandigarh.

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Sep 24, 2024

Sep 24, 2024 at 8:33 AM UTC

Atul

2000 CE

The date was April 3, 2000. A cool zephyr blew and I forgot every morning blue, Right when I saw the angel, She was so beautiful, As if a princess, or a fairy, I was 9 at that time. She had come down from the hills, From the Himachali town of Solan, And she had just come to our school. I looked at her, and I was dumbstruck. Her sideways glance, It was so fascinating, As if a fairy came down, From the mountains, I mean, I can never forget her, Neither her name, Nor her harmonious voice. She became the class monitor, And I intentionally made a noise, To get her often talking to me, Oh I remember everything clearly, "Atul–Keep quiet!" she'd shout, And I'd laugh silently, but laugh anyway, And her nostrils would flare red. In 2001, I drowned in the infatuation, Deeper than the Mariana Trench, Sitting on my school bench. In 2002, her father expired, And she was traumatised, Seeing her sad, I was shocked too, And she stopped talking to us, But she always scored well, Yes, she did score nicely, And I was inspired. In 2003, I changed schools, But in 2005, I met her again, She gave me her number, I often used to call her, Not once did she, Because she didn't have my number, Not that her caller ID didn't show it, But our EPABX number always varied. In 2007, I confessed to her on a call, I told her, "I have always loved you," And she scolded me without waiting, "Atul! I never expected this from you." She continued, "Never call me again!" I was crestfallen, disappointed, and sad. I'd have sung my original song had she accepted. That song I composed for her, Had come out of my heart. It was a lyric of my desperation. And a tune of my romance. It was a hope of my loneliness. And a promise of my love. But she rejected my proposal. I never called her again, out of respect. Anyway, I credit her for making me a poet. I credit her for making me a singer & artist. But I still love her so deeply, and So truly that I look for her everywhere, In every prospective match, In every passing batch. These days she's in Chandigarh.

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I feel like I was just dumped Weighed, measured & rejected Unfriended & discarded It was so unexpected My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated I don't want to leave my room Don't want to leave my bed I simply cannot find the strength I wish that I were dead I had 4 months of happiness And now it is all gone How could something felt so right Turn out to be so wrong My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated

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Dec 24, 2021

Dec 24, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC

SomeOneElse

Dumped

I feel like I was just dumped Weighed, measured & rejected Unfriended & discarded It was so unexpected My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated I don't want to leave my room Don't want to leave my bed I simply cannot find the strength I wish that I were dead I had 4 months of happiness And now it is all gone How could something felt so right Turn out to be so wrong My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated

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Are you sure? It asks, so you can change your mind. Yes, I say, frustrated, exasperated and watch it move into the recycle bin. Scripts, prose, ditties and lines rejected, superfluous or just don’t seem fine Thoughts, idioms, metaphors in disharmony chucked into the gunny to be dumped to clear space or to be recycled as part of another dream.

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Dec 23, 2021

Dec 23, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC

jairaj-padmanabhan

The recycle bin

Are you sure? It asks, so you can change your mind. Yes, I say, frustrated, exasperated and watch it move into the recycle bin. Scripts, prose, ditties and lines rejected, superfluous or just don’t seem fine Thoughts, idioms, metaphors in disharmony chucked into the gunny to be dumped to clear space or to be recycled as part of another dream.

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If you get over the fear of rejection, Youre unstoppable.

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Oct 7, 2021

Oct 7, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC

Light_VS_Dark

Rejection

If you get over the fear of rejection, Youre unstoppable.

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I try to write from different perspectives Think outside of my box and be more objective Give every style of writing a chance Be open to learning an alien dance I appreciate effort and creativity Even if it's subjects that for me don't come easily I try to write and read from different perspectives But one thing remains constant I feel rejected

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Jul 23, 2021

Jul 23, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC

zoe-mae

Perspectives

I try to write from different perspectives Think outside of my box and be more objective Give every style of writing a chance Be open to learning an alien dance I appreciate effort and creativity Even if it's subjects that for me don't come easily I try to write and read from different perspectives But one thing remains constant I feel rejected

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I've been lost. I've been found. I've been up, down, and around. I've been here. I've been there. It feels like I've been everywhere Without going barely anywhere at all. I've been accepted. Rejected. Made fun of by my peers. But i'm here to tell you if I've made it through, There's hope for you too. Just breathe, and don't be embarrassed If you shed a few tears

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May 19, 2021

May 19, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC

zackripley

I'm here to tell you

I've been lost. I've been found. I've been up, down, and around. I've been here. I've been there. It feels like I've been everywhere Without going barely anywhere at all. I've been accepted. Rejected. Made fun of by my peers. But i'm here to tell you if I've made it through, There's hope for you too. Just breathe, and don't be embarrassed If you shed a few tears

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there's no need to be alone so long as someone wants you no reason to be sad so long as there's happiness to be had not for you not a need to be afraid unless you live with your fears one track one line, a straightaway only left to shift the gears not for you this machine this marvel of a beast a prize itself but not for you

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Jan 12, 2021

Jan 12, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

It's Not For You

there's no need to be alone so long as someone wants you no reason to be sad so long as there's happiness to be had not for you not a need to be afraid unless you live with your fears one track one line, a straightaway only left to shift the gears not for you this machine this marvel of a beast a prize itself but not for you

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I hate you for leaving. I hate me for believing.

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Nov 9, 2020

Nov 9, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC

LittheJumpingRaven

Tragedy of the teens

I hate you for leaving. I hate me for believing.

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existing in this land-sphere quite touch-and-go when you stare for something that you hope to when something expects to be with you until you discern that you obtained neither things are unreachable on your own limitation useless is your own notion to gain nothing is the best way out that you ever made the excitement is just filled with none nothingness but the soreness

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Nov 4, 2020

Nov 4, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC

piosonpie

being rejected is the same feeling as rejecting

existing in this land-sphere quite touch-and-go when you stare for something that you hope to when something expects to be with you until you discern that you obtained neither things are unreachable on your own limitation useless is your own notion to gain nothing is the best way out that you ever made the excitement is just filled with none nothingness but the soreness

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She faced the mirror It said “pretty” She faced the man He said “beauty” I faced the mirror It said “empty” I faced the man He said “sorry”

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC

itsyanakim

He said

She faced the mirror It said “pretty” She faced the man He said “beauty” I faced the mirror It said “empty” I faced the man He said “sorry”

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You’ve infected that part of me that cries when I’m alone Now my tears are iron chains that block me from the sun I feel none

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Oct 5, 2020

Oct 5, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC

KHY

Rejected

You’ve infected that part of me that cries when I’m alone Now my tears are iron chains that block me from the sun I feel none

5

Tell me a lies The way you bake those pies Rough tongue that ties Words into beautiful lies These tangled thoughts Kept me from telling truths

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Oct 3, 2020

Oct 3, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC

Myung_Mi

Yellow Carnation

Tell me a lies The way you bake those pies Rough tongue that ties Words into beautiful lies These tangled thoughts Kept me from telling truths

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You the one who have ice cold heart that no other else appreciate. The wind will slowly melt it in time, when you need truly.

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Oct 3, 2020

Oct 3, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC

Myung_Mi

Hearts

You the one who have ice cold heart that no other else appreciate. The wind will slowly melt it in time, when you need truly.

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I hung up the phone And collapsed into myself, sobbing The sky was honey gold with rainbows And the ocean was a lovely royal blue You don’t think of me in THAT way And I wish I didn’t too I was crying cuz I felt myself physically lose something I had come to depend on And I was crying with my eyes shut to pretend nothing happened And I was crying over that rainy Sunday morning in the parking lot When I couldn’t flip my skateboard like you You held my shaky hands So that when I thought I would fall you would be right there, your calm hands in mine, your breath on my forehead, When I fell you fell with me, Cuz when we go down, We go down together, But this time, I was falling FOR you, Tripping over my laces for you, Head spinning for you, Breath catching for you, With nobody there to catch me.

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Sep 20, 2020

Sep 20, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC

mary_l

falling 4 u

I hung up the phone And collapsed into myself, sobbing The sky was honey gold with rainbows And the ocean was a lovely royal blue You don’t think of me in THAT way And I wish I didn’t too I was crying cuz I felt myself physically lose something I had come to depend on And I was crying with my eyes shut to pretend nothing happened And I was crying over that rainy Sunday morning in the parking lot When I couldn’t flip my skateboard like you You held my shaky hands So that when I thought I would fall you would be right there, your calm hands in mine, your breath on my forehead, When I fell you fell with me, Cuz when we go down, We go down together, But this time, I was falling FOR you, Tripping over my laces for you, Head spinning for you, Breath catching for you, With nobody there to catch me.

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I pour my heart out. You won't take a drink.

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC

clayborn-todd-wooton

Unnecessary Me

I pour my heart out. You won't take a drink.

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l felt like l knew you but it was never about you and l must have been confused to think that l meant something to you people change seasons are the same but l must have been insane to think that this wasn't a silly game play my heart just as you play Fortnite l wished to hold you one night but you told me it just wasn't right l loved you something about you that made me see only you but now all l can say is l ******* hate you

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC

thatbrandi_bish

untitled

l felt like l knew you but it was never about you and l must have been confused to think that l meant something to you people change seasons are the same but l must have been insane to think that this wasn't a silly game play my heart just as you play Fortnite l wished to hold you one night but you told me it just wasn't right l loved you something about you that made me see only you but now all l can say is l ******* hate you

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I care not for the boxed city behind the walls Look to the white sheeted hills where I stand In all my emerald glory ready to release my fiery terror upon the ones who stupidly scorned Ostrasised for my peculiarity 'Fire breathing' they shouted 'Witch' they chanted What do they know of being different.. Nothing My cold wet hand holds my burning-orb Fate will release its hand on this dark dark night Sheep to the slaughter Sheep to the slaughter

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC

steven-boston

Set Apart

I care not for the boxed city behind the walls Look to the white sheeted hills where I stand In all my emerald glory ready to release my fiery terror upon the ones who stupidly scorned Ostrasised for my peculiarity 'Fire breathing' they shouted 'Witch' they chanted What do they know of being different.. Nothing My cold wet hand holds my burning-orb Fate will release its hand on this dark dark night Sheep to the slaughter Sheep to the slaughter

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