Best Coldhearted Poems
On
croquet lawn,
a coldhearted queen
swearing heads will come
off
Categories:
coldhearted, books, writing,
Form:
Cinquain
How can you own love? When it's supposed to free. How can you claim to own me like a piece of property. When I gave you my love free of charge.
Now you claim to own me becuase You tried to show a better way of life. How when money can't buy happiness. love is not a game to be played.
it comes from deep down inside the heart.
You will never know what love is becuase your coldhearted. There's nothing inside of you but lies and discrete. The world knows all you care about is money and power.
What good is power? When all you do is misuse it. Treating people like their nothing but garbage to be thrown away. When your done using them. Leaving only distruction behind. You want respect from the world around you. But you don't deserve it. Becuase You can 't own people's thoughts or feelings.
Categories:
coldhearted, love, world, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
You're really this tepid
In your dealings with
Me,
Warm upon the first taste
On my tongue,
But
The pleasantries don't last
For long
They disappear like the smoke
From the mug
And your coldhearted laugh
Chills me from my teeth
To my bones
And I fall prey
To the joker, the freezing sludge
That brewed in the pot
Like the sugar I added that
Simply dissolved,
I am useless
And you are far too strong
And just when I think I'll
Pour the whole thing
Down the sink,
I knock it back and drink
I need the caffeine,
After all
Categories:
coldhearted, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Fine Lines
Love-Hate
Good-Bad
Right-Wrong
Smart-Dumb
Fast-Slow
Short-Tall
Rich-Poor
Evil-Angelic
Pleasure-Pain
Lose-Win
Peace-War
Life-Death
Big-Small
Happy-Sad
Innocent-Guilt
Healthy-Emaciated
Insane-Sane
Homosexual-Heterosexual
Empty-Full
Honest-Lie
Clean-dirty
Democracy-Anarchy
Warmhearted-Coldhearted
The list could go on and on.
What you think, What you say, What you do.
All these should start within you.
Such thin lines we all have.
We walk a thin line most all of our lives.
Swaying like windswept trees until the winds subside.
A whoosh of wind could change the fine lines.
A change in thought could change our lines.
Who defines where our lines are?
Does it come from deep within?
Does society move our lines for us?
Do these different things decide our lines?
Does our age, race, ethnicity, gender, social rank, past experiences,
religion, decide our lines?
Do you want to move your lines, but are afraid what people may think or say?
Why is my line here and others there?
What happens if you cross the line?
What happens when you draw the line?
Why are there lines?
Blinded by lines.
Categories:
coldhearted, inspirational, life, peoplechange,
Form:
Mother always told me to keep my self-respect, Dad always told me to stay on track, Grandpa always told me to never let anything affect me. But what did I always tell myself? To raise my kids and to keep writing. Im warmhearted but also coldhearted. You can't live up to nobody expectations. I make mistakes. I'm hard-headed sometimes, but I've always been on the same road, & I don't plan on taking a U-turn.
Categories:
coldhearted, adventure, beautiful, courage, encouraging,
Form:
ABC
Vampire, Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid
(Part One)
Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts
It ended thousands with its uncharted powers
Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts
Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers.
Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal
It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain
Anger, hatred emotions it happily feels
Ripping and shredding watching as spilled blood stains.
Yes, it a dark vampire so unlike any other
Ungodly and ravenous its coldhearted thirsts
But with a devil's mark, a werewolf his mother
Devil sworn he was the only, the last, the first.
With its four inch bloody claws and razor-sharp teeth
Born with Herculean strength, deep evil powers
Hades most evil powers rest so far beneath
Rose on hellish dawns took dear blood-soaked showers.
Always held hell-born thoughts within its hate-filled chest
Master of the Hell's thirteenth angel's poison seal
No black-demons dare his evil abilities test
Ever anxious for sweet new blood, that thrill kill.
Even the old gods dared not cross his dark path
Its hot, hellacious temper over a mile deep
No man nor other beast could defeat its black-wrath
Only away from shining angels did it ever creep!
Robert J. Lindley, Dark poetry
July 11th, 1973, edited today.......
Part One
Note:
("And even the very bravest of heroes, approached it with direst of trepidations")
2nd Note, 9-22-2023
This is not for any contest.
Categories:
coldhearted, betrayal, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
I ask for so little
You refuse to open up your heart
Refuse to let me in
You turned our love into a game
Still think it’s funny
With me as your puppet
Begging you for more
Your heart is cold
Your heart is stone
All I ever wanted from you
Was a smile and a warm word
Acknowledgement you cared
It never came
You turned it to a game
A cruel sadistic game
Your heart is cold
Your heart is stone
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 4, 2019 for contest PALE SHELTER sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
coldhearted, angst, heart, hurt, longing,
Form:
Lyric
In the gritty alleys of city schemes,
Life's grumble rides on subway beams.
Rhythms clink in the rusty car,
Street-wise notes play on sidewalk tar.
Concrete cracks hum a tired tune,
City pigeons coo under a polluted moon.
Taxi horns blare, a cacophony's cheer,
Sirens wail, the soundtrack of fear.
Life is a song, a honky-tonk brawl,
Cement jungles, a chaotic sprawl.
Urban beats pound in rusty shoes,
Overtures conducted by construction crews.
Life is a song, a discordant rhyme,
Concrete canyons in the urban grime.
A traffic jam's crescendo, a city's drone,
Melody mangled in a monochrome tone.
(Bridge)
Subway rats squeak in the sewer's groove,
Graffiti tags on the alley's cove.
Metro tunnels hum, commuters blend,
In this manmade scape, no celestial trend
Even as elastic-plasticene toys we bend
and we bend and we bend and we bend.
Street vendors shout in a market square,
City lights flicker in a neon affair.
Concrete dreams crumble, a harsh street art,
As the cityscape plays its coldhearted part.
Life is a song, a jumbled beat,
Wise guy rhythms in a crowded street.
In the urban score, we play our strife,
Notes of survival in the concrete life.
The final act, a city's weary kiss,
An asphalt encore, a gritty bliss.
Life's song, a graffiti-scrawled word,
In the noisy streets, an echoing absurd.
Categories:
coldhearted, america, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
With my back against the wall
Nowhere to seek and hide
I given up to you
A room full with laughter and joy can feel lonesome within my pain
Look down deep through my eyes, which are the windows of my soul
Go on look down within me, there lies the coldhearted
Numb but breathing to every damn word that comes out of your mouth
With every lie that is spoken
Im losing myself
The snow is falling quietly, i cant feel no more
Pain becomes my drug and you my darling becomes my addition.
Each heartache; i own to you
i come for more with every second, there burning to ashes.
With my head lowered down
I shall pay the price
Categories:
coldhearted,
Form:
COLDHEARTED CRIMINAL
He met her at the train station
She said she was leaving town
Having ended a bad relation
There was no need to stay around
He convinced her to stay the night
Trust me, I know a way
To make everything alright
When seen in the light of day
She took him up on his plan
Together, they left arm in arm
He seemed like a sincere enough man
What could be the harm
Six months later, she's penniless
Into drugs and prostution
Life had become so meaningless
Was this then her retribution
Where was he who seemed so kind
This man who stole all she had
How could she have been so blind
How did things become so bad
There's no justice for her to regain
The wonderful lilfe she once knew
There's only the hurt and the pain
And it could easily happen to you
The man has moved to another town
To prey on some innocent soul
His actions make him a criminal
How can he be so cold
Genius or Criminal
Categories:
coldhearted, sad, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday's mourning eyes awaken from sleep
As reflections spiral and rise to mind
Soft sighs remembered when the time was cheap
And the rush of veins pulsating was kind
The romance found fleeting with a lover
When love grew hungry with a need to feast
In time love's flickering shades discover
A lonely heart always reveals the least
And hides from besieged memories looked upon
With a wish to sleep again from love's waste
To hear sighs remembered anew when gone
Another tomorrow, another face
To bow to tortured souls who departed
Lest memories task my world coldhearted
12/23/18
Categories:
coldhearted, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
It was such an uneventful day today
Tonight, I want to prove otherwise
To my Father above, but maybe someday
It's a windy night in the desert...walking tonight would be rather unwise…
It was such an unremarkable day
Tonight, I need to pray away the pain
That's been kept concealed in my heart of stone...I, alone, can't stand this dreariness - no way!
It's a windy night in the desert…I'm wishing for rain instead not to go down the drain
It's such a mundane time for me inside my cranium
It's a mind-numbing numbness I can't quite fathom
Stimulate me with your serenity and everything in between
I'm as dry and worn-out as dust on your clothing, left unseen
Banal words and worthlessness irks me at times like these…
I'm bothered to the extreme, so I want to let go of my worries
In the brisk desert breeze
To set you and I at ease
I've become wearisome and alone lately…
Frankly blind as well as smiling miserably
Please save me from my lonesome state of mind
Please give me back meaning in life, so I can find…so I can find...
Solace for my fragile feet to run to,
Happiness for my fingers to brew,
Progress to make and to freely undo,
And Peace for my hyperactive mind of rue
God will give it to me in due time, in due time
His kindness is as ripe as fresh fruit in its prime
But, this ugly sorrow is like grime upon my soul
You're still beautiful today and tomorrow as a whole
I'm sorry that I wasn't productive in this short life
I'm wanting freedom and liberty away from strife
I spent my time on my pleasures and foolish leisure
Instead, I should have looked up to You and be mature
I'm just a tedious, hideous and preposterous beast before the dawn; dusk is gone,
Left on my own in this castle, filled with coldhearted lies in which I feast upon
I made a good impression on the Lord this afternoon, doing nothing but troublesome ways...
I gave up trying to do what is right in the past like a buffoon, doing ridiculous tricks for silly praise
I am not a circus buffoon for all to simply laugh at
I am not a beast that is neglected and alone
I am not a foolish man or a reckless and dirty rat
I am just a boy who wasted time on his phone..
Categories:
coldhearted, angst, anxiety, boy, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Who is this person inside of me?
Filled with so much hate.
I do not know who you are anymore.
From so kind and loving to so hateful and coldhearted.
Who is this person inside of me?
Once not afraid of anything.
Now afraid of it all.
Who have I become?
Why did it all change?
Who is this person inside of me?
Once on top,smart, and strong.
Now almost at rock bottom and weak.
What am I doing to myself?
Who is this person inside of me?
A person who once loved attention,
Now pushing everyone away.
It's like the world has come to an end for me.
I don't know what to do except wonder,
Who is this person inside of me?
How do people deal with me?
At least the ones that are still around.
I can't even look in the the mirror anymore and tell myself "I'm Proud!"
I am very disappointed in what I see.
Only because the person I'm looking at I know can't possibly be me.
Who is this person inside of me?
I used to think clearly and now it's all confusion.
I can almost see why a person would hate me.
Look at who I am. Is this really me?
I can't make one decision or do anything right.
This is not the person I once knew.
So I ask myself again.
Who is this person inside of me?
Categories:
coldhearted, confusion, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Heartbreak & love
When you think about heartbreak you think of pain & sadness? That's all i know now days. I sit back and think is it me? Is it the one flaw I have to love to deeply or to love to much. Or is it my need to love someone so much I lose myself in return.
That tight pain in your chest with a combo of not stop tears. Who would ever thought that a heartbreak would be so physically painful. We all been through it haven't we?
After heartbreak comes anger, I'm angry because I let myself fall for you I caused this heartbreak I let you in. I let you have my whole heart not knowing you wouldn't handle it with care not knowing you would be so reckless with it , I did that ?
Now comes the self blame why did I allow my self to believe I was ever worth love , that I was ever going to have someone finally love me like I love , why? What was it about me that people choose to not love me like I feel I deserved to be loved .
Now comes coldhearted, my heart decides not to love again, it decides not to open its warm , safe door which is now covered with ice and barbed wire. My heart doesn't like it here but its safer this way . When will my heart ever be able to return to it's natural warm loving state? My mind tells me soon , but my heart she shouts never , never again , .... and all because of a heartbreak my heart will remain cold and protected from the evils we call
LOVE.
Categories:
coldhearted, emotions, heartbreak,
Form:
Verse
once your touch would make me tremble
your lips on mine an ecstasy dance
I gave you my heart until you hurt me
so I turned away from you and your cruelty
now, news of your death shakes the ocean of my sleep
and I recall the sweetness among the dregs of our love
I am weeping, broken, and seek revenge
so, I am making a journey to your grave
in a sea of headstones my heart is drowned in memory
I find you and I am filled with scorn and hate
for years I have waited for this moment to mock you
to speak unkind words ... I want to scream
but I kneel- someone has left a beautiful bouquet blooming
well, so what pathetic man that someone loved you
you were a coldhearted cruel man
unworthy of any woman's love
I close my eyes and see your handsome face
those devouring eyes then, I see your evil smile
you only wanted to possess, not love
to conquer, then, throw away, to leave your lover shattered
oh, how I have wanted to seek some kind of revenge
your were a horrible, evil man, I am sure Heaven locked the gate
you have destroyed too many women with your fake promises
I am weeping as the birds chirp and chatter
and the wind whispers and leaves rustle
waves of grief crash over me like great ocean waves
oh, you brutal man deep inside me I still loved you
I stand, touch your name and turn away
for mocking the dead
does not bring peace to the heart . . .
Categories:
coldhearted, love hurts,
Form:
Verse