Peculiars poems on Hello Poetry

BertJane Perez Dec 2014

We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see
But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me
We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place
We're born with individual talents that no one can erase...

My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide
The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside
We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face
Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace

As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near
But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear
Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction
On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.

#friends #direction #fear #embrace #protection #hollow #carefully #tread #peculiar #ymbrne

grim-raven Feb 2015

Unity in A Category

Things usually have their own categories
From the least to greatest
From the first to last

Categories is where someone do belong
Somewhere people have the chance to start in dawn
In the things they've been longing to discover
Tried to think of over and over

Everyone has their own
No one's left alone
He gave us this gift
Cause he knows each of us is unique

Ironic isn't it?
Everyone belong in a society
Though everyone's obviously an anomaly

Two things is naturally mixed
Cause it's easier to feel like you belong
In a world full of peculiars you can get along

#friends #life #unique #unity

EP Robles Sep 2018

EXOTIC DANCER

I am the sea. I am the clouds.  And the dirt you carry within your dreams.  i am the pain.  i taste the blood.  Even though it’s 2 o’clock in the mourning and time to go home.  To the nothings and the peculiars of an emptiest life.
   i am the child who once painted lipstick
on a pet / the grimmest hour I stood alone /  i wanted to die / and now i’ve grown up without the hope of a warmer house I could call my life ||
i am the tea.  i am the cup.  Of no particular taste and i want to throw up / and it’s always the last one who calls me hon / you should get a better life. |||

:: 09-06-2018 ::

None required.

#pain #emptiness #strippers #exotic #dancers

Alan Harley Clark Dec 2016

Untitled

the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.

Malia Nov 2019

Interesting

I will never be part of the mob
Sorry to disappoint, Mom.

I can’t seem to contort myself
Into expectations I never wanted.

What a shame,
What a shame you say.

What a shame?
Shame for what?
Being interesting?
That’s not how I see it.

Boring people are lowly peasants
And us peculiars are the kings!

— The End —