Unwanted
Unwanted again even as a freind.
No use for an old useless louse.
Unwanted and blamed for your breathtaking game,
of stress and demand which I've been slightly guilty at hand.
So Tired of all this remorse and unwanted guilt.
I can't take anymore why won't someone take my life to kill.
Unwanted and uneeded for years I have pleaded for something new.
Unwanted, unwated
where or when will I find a respondendt.
To just give me a chance for a bright glorious dance.
To let me know that I'm no longer a freak show.
To have and hold so victorious and bold.
Yet forever more I shall remain Unwanted.
poem by Michael McParland
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Unwanted Number
You should hear the things that they say about me
Theyre saying shes no better than she needed to be
They dont know that he was kind and strong and tender
And now Ill never be another unwanted number
Unwanted number
How can I tell them?
How can I express?
How it felt to step out of this life and into his embrace
How can I tell them?
How can I explain?
All the love that I never had I found in him
There may be a stain on the family name
And if my father was here I think I know who hed blame
Mama says that he just doesnt care to remember
And all he thinks of me is another unwanted number
Unwanted number
(how can I tell her?
How can I express?
How it felt when he came to my room
And helped me to undress
What can she tell me?
How can I believe
That she really didnt hear me cry
When he wouldnt leave? )
Theres a local game where they whisper my shame
They say he gave her his child
He wouldnt give her his name
They will torture me from january till september
And soon theres going to be another unwanted number
Unwanted number
Unwanted number
And I will give my love to another unwanted number
Unwanted number
Unwanted number
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Morality becomes hypocrisy if it means accepting mothers' suffering or dying in connection with unwanted pregnancies and illegal abortions and unwanted children.
quote by Gro Harlem Brundtland
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Unwanted Guests
A mansion is built.
And unwanted guests,
Are reported to reside inside.
And there are those who claim,
This was not known.
Even though the unwanted guests,
Entertained, prepared the meals...
As well as took suggestions as to what to serve,
For choices of dessert.
And...
Tucked them all in bed at night!
To then leave,
On their own...
To wander freely around the mansion!
And yet,
It has been declared...
The guests who wandered freely around the mansion,
Were unwanted.
AND...
No one will admit,
They knew a mansion existed.
Nor have a clue who built it,
Or 'how' it got there.
I live on a fixed income.
And my every move is watched.
Even my approach to await a coming bus,
At a public bustop...
Is monitored as suspicious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Runaway
The commands
The rules
The suffering
The pain
a smoker 'cause it 'soothes' the pain
Depressed from the scandals
An unplanned pregnacy
unwanted?
Feels that way...
Feels like I'm Cinderella
The stress and pain makes me want to commit suicide
The only one who seems to care..
Is the one who abandoned me at 7
Feels like I'm in prison
As i walk away to start a new life of my own, a new person
I wonder if I'll be missed
Wanting to be my own person
You tried to kill my streak of Independence
Your attitude gave me unwanted charactaristics
You criticized my body...
While I was trying to accept me for me...
I have to get away from the accusing glances
I have to runaway...
poem by Jessica Harrington
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Those Who Betray And Lament
At THIS hour of the day.
And with time allowed,
Over the years to slip away.
Someone sits not to forget or forgive,
Those who intentionally took steps to offend,
With a doing of it they went ahead to inflict.
And at THIS hour of the day,
It would not matter who said what to have what's been done...
Wished away,
To acknowledge what took place.
Since what took place can not be erased,
From the mind of the one this misdeed continues to sit...
Long after it was considered someone's fun!
And at THIS hour of the day...
Wishing for a way to turn back the clock,
To prevent what should not have happened...
To have it stopped and blocked from a doing,
Is not on the mind of the one who is visited with memories...
At THIS hour of the day,
When one witnesses images from a distance...
A payback paid to those who betray and lament.
Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.
Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.
And have nobody near them to hear their pleas!
Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.
And have nobody near them to hear their pleas!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Know Why You Are Unhappy?
you have always been unhappy
feeling unwanted, despised and hurt
yes, your ego is hurt
you believe that this ego is hurt
that this ego exists
try believing there is none
believe that there is no such word as
ego
try believing there is no you at all
let us see who gets the feeling of being unwanted
despised or hurt
there is none now
you see? 99% percent of what you do is for yourself
yourself
your ego and you are so unhappy, because in truth
there is no you
there is no ego
and all you did was for no one else
that is what emptiness is all about
precisely, that is what unhappiness is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home Is Myself
long ago
i was unwanted
grandpa
never praised me
though i worked
hard
even for
one word, perhaps
love or
even a pat on my shoulder
which i never
really had
papa i remember
bought me
a toy chopper
but that was just
once
he was not drunk
when he played with me
in the garden
when you feel unwanted
you do not
have friends
you have nothing good to say
it was early
for me to learn that
dying can be good
i never speak to anyone
about it
i only speak to myself
because i have
no choice
i love isolation
it becomes a way of life
never had a best friend
never had a circle of
friends
as a matter of consequence
i become too independent
complete in myself
and had always been
a survivor
despair is an everyday word
so i was no longer
afraid.
today people want me
call me by my name
and praise me, but
it is too late then
i do not need it anymore
when grandpa died all those near me
cried and mourned for days
i keep my usual distance
wear my tinted sunglasses
and walk myself
all alone back home
home is myself
my heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovely life in a garden.
Man make the garden pretty,
mowing, weeding and pruning,
Weeds are unwanted plants,
in between the chosen ones.
Who are the chosen ones?
Who are the unwanted?
When Hitler killed the Jews,
Pakistan army killed the Bengali!
We have come a long way,
May be 100th or 200th generation,
Who are these people to say,
Whom to leave and whom to stay.
We have our Identity cards and passports,
Not only to identity our nationality,
but also to identify our characters and
orientations whether to let or weed us.
Continents demarcated us, Water does that.
Mountains demarcated us, the height does that.
Other than these, what factor can demarcate us,
other then our greed and selfishness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The bond of the couple
Women are appearance conscious.
Education and earnings make them free.
Employments bring them to men’s company.
They spend more time with them than with husbands.
Women are not house bound, not village bound.
They live and float with their roots elsewhere.
The society has become permissive.
Infidelity becomes de rigueur.
To have a boy friend is the girl’s fancy.
To have a lover is the wife’s fancy.
Most of men and women are sinners.
Others may, given opportunities.
Close your eyes where light is unwanted. Close your ears where sound is unwanted.
Let possessiveness be torn; be light.
Or what else can one do to changing women?
04.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why So Lonely
Why so lonely, little girl?
Why do you cry, little girl?
Why do you hurt, little girl?
Why the tears, little girl?
I am alone, says the little girl.
I am unloved, says the little girl.
I am unwanted, says the little girl.
I am crying, says the little girl.
Why are you alone, little girl?
Why are you unloved, little girl?
Why are you unwanted, little girl?
Why are you crying, little girl?
He has forgotten me, says the little girl.
He does not love me, says the little girl.
He does not want me, says the little girl.
But I love him, says the little girl.
poem by Hope Wallin
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This So-called Miracle
Chorus/intro:
Its gonna take a miracle
To give up my hope and get on with my life
Oh that mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And with this miracle
Comes unwanted reality
cause this so-called miracle
Has turned into a tragedy
Verse 1:
Baby, what ever did I do (I do, I do, I do...)
To make you not only turn away
But turn, oh so far away
Never considering turning back
Verse 2:
I need you to know Ill never smile
Until we reconcile (until we reconcile)
I know now that that wont happen
Somehow Ill try and cope
But I just cant get out of my head
That glimmer of hope
Everybody tells me I need time away from you
But your the only thing in my world
And thats the last thing I wanna do
Chorus
Verse 3:
Baby, whatever did I do
To make you not only go away
But twist every word I say
To make the tables turn.....
Verse 4:
Youre sayin Im the one whos at the core
Yes, Im the one who glanced at the door
(oh, slammed the door)
But youre the one who turned the handle
Tried to burn the candle at both ends
At both ends you lead me
On and on and on
You really, really took me
Now youve left, my mind is gone (when you left)
Chorus:
And its gonna take a miracle (its gonna take a miracle)
To give up my hope and get on with my life
Mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And in this miracle
Comes unwanted reality (I dont want a reality)
cause this so-called miracle
Is really a tragedy
Bridge:
Its easy to give advice
When your hearts not in it
But the best thing for me to do is let go
But somehow I get lonely
Its hard to stand and face the crowd
Doin a one-woman show
Chorus:
Its gonna take a miracle
(miracle, miracle...)
(it would take a miracle, miracle...)
Well everybody tells me I need time away from you
But your the only thing in my world
And thats not what Im gonna do
Its gonna take a miracle
(its gonna take, its gonna take...)
To get on with my life
Oh, oh mystic moment (its a mystic moment)
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And in this miracle
Comes unwanted reality
(its a miracle, its a miracle)
[i dont want a reality]
This so-called miracle
Just isnt my reality
Its gonna take a miracle
(its gonna, its gonna take a miracle)
To give up my hope and get on with my life
(its gonna, its gonna take a miracle)
Mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And with this miracle (its gonna take a...)
Comes unwanted reality (I dont want a reality)
This so-called miracle
Has turned into a tragedy
Tragedy - doo...
Who says its a miracle? (who says its a miracle? )
Who says its a miracle?
This so-called miracle
Is really not a miracle
Who says its a miracle?
Not me, not me...
This so-called miracle
This so-called miracle
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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A Memory Lives
These memories wander in my head
These tears of mine still lingers
Holding on to times once dear
A cloud looms high in this sky
Distasteful remedies make me cry
Unwanted discomforts hide my tries
Butterflies of sighs creeps heavily
To the stomach of unwanted good-byes
A dream, a fainted hope never to be seen again
Gone forever, rested in a sleep
Never to rise yet again
How do you say good-bye to the light of yesterday?
A light that shined so brightly
That once hid the vile of wretched earth.
These tears taint the very soil
For I have indeed lost treasure
yet cannot be retained
To the least memories still live, it speaks, it haunts
Though bones forever be constrained
Within the dust of the naked earth
Shall not those memories be permitted to live?
In someone's eyes
In someone's ears
Or even in a whisper
The words of the tongue passé as wild winds
But its truths of virtue remain eternal
For virtue is the only sword I will carry
Thus till the end will the memory live.
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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A Fetus Speaks
How sweet the Autumn breeze
Wafting from my window
Before this Winter freeze
I can see skies are blue;
But how would I know
Or how will I
In truth, I lie
Even as poets do,
Saying life is a race:
How could I win? My chance is lame
How could I lose? I did not play
I could not even see the game,
Because I never came to be.
"To be or not to be"
To me is not a question, never
"To be or not to be"
I was not asked, how could I answer
I am sort of outlawed;
There are many others
Or, maybe, disallowed
By choice of some mothers;
Or, unwanted, in a sense
I could not be Jesse James
To be "Wanted: Dead Or Alive"
Instead, I was led to contrive:
"Unwanted: Dead Or Not Alive"
Could I be just cells as hinted,
Which could be eliminated?
By pills, or prescription,
Forceps or incision,
Herbal concoction,
Lethal injection?
Rules may stop humans from dying,
And could keep one from existing,
If so, make this my epitaph
Maybe, with a small stone seraph:
Here lies John Doe
One of this Earth
But none would know
His date of birth;
And as facts are dim
In a scene of violence
Was he the victim
Or maybe, the evidence?
This, my friend, is my proposal
If accorded proper burial
And not proper waste disposal.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Baby Loves That Way
(baby loves that way) yes, she does, yes she does
(baby loves that way) oh, I love my baby
(baby loves that way) ooh, I gotta take her
(baby loves that way) yep, I love her
Baby likes to go outside, so I let her
Wants to fool with other guys, so I let her
Wants to be bad, so I let her be bad
But fooling around, it will make me sad
She fools around with other boys and treat me like an unwanted toy
(baby loves that way) oh, I love my baby
(baby loves that way) ooh, she does too much to me
(baby loves that way) and I cant think too much of her
(baby loves that way) gotta take her, gotta take her
Gonna better leave her alone, put you down son
Treating her real fine, thus Im home being a loner
Jeannys my babe and thats alright, yeah
She treats me good, each and every night
She fools around with other boys and treat me like an unwanted toy
(baby loves that way) I love my baby
(baby loves that way) ooh, shes too much
(baby loves that way) yes she does, yes she does
(baby loves that wayyyy)
(baby loves that way) I love my baby
(baby loves that way) yeah, shes too much, yeah yeah
(baby loves that way) ooh, I think she can live with me
(baby loves that way) love her, love her, love her
Baby likes to go outside, so I let her
Wants to fool with other guys, so I let her
Wants to be bad, so I let her be bad
But fooling around, it will make me sad
She clings around with all the boys, who treat her like unwanted toys
(baby loves that way) obviously this is the end
(baby loves that way) gotta take her
(baby loves that way) ooh yeah
(baby loves that way) cant do enough
(baby loves that way)
song performed by by David Bowie
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I Don't Want It Anymore
I Don't Want It Anymore
Here lies a damaged heart
Ripped from it's moors
Discarded, unwanted
Left to it's last beat
Useless it has become
Hollowed and empty
The echoed beat of love nolonger heard
What good is it now
Leave it...
I don't want it anymore
9 Aug 2008
© 2008 Frog First (All rights reserved)
An unwanted helper gets droppings as payment.
There are unwanted emotions and pain that goes along with any birth.
quote by John Travolta
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No to worry
I worry too much about life
It causing me unwanted strife
Please lend me a helping hand
And to rewrite what I planned
I need to talk to God and pray
He will help me find my way
His light will cleanse my soul
And his love will make whole…….James F. Cunningham
You worry about unwanted things
Some precious moments are missed for nothing
For the want of mental satisfaction
Where as you got to justify your action
Why you need to talk to lord?
He is all the time near you as god
Guides you to behave in responsible manner
So you are not troubled and feel as such lesser
Think of storm in midway on sea
You can feel the danger and see
Still ship is anchored safely at shore
What else will be asking for more?
You are made comfortable
Your life is made stable
You are given it in the form of blessings
Why do you such feel it as missing?
Just do the nice and noble things
Perform and act as poor but not as kings
That may bring arrogance and invite rude behavior
You act as noble man and savior
Life is for us not to worry
Never let down your self or feel sorry
Just a few earnest words in your prayer
You may have his blessings and favor
I am no sage or saint
Yet many times I faint
After seeing some tragedy
Yet I feel it is all decided by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the worst poverty of all.
quote by Mother Teresa
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