Best Cruel World Poems
I open my eyes and I can hear the clock radio blaring it's tunes and screaming at me to get up. I lazily reach my hand out to find that button, the button that is larger than the rest, hoping I can press it one more time to return to my slumber.
Aching and stiff from laying on one side or the other I drag my feet and legs off the sheet to tip them over the edge of the bed. I can feel the carpet under foot and I reach to flip on a light. Looking down now at my feet resting on the carpet, I wonder, what excuse could I come up with to go back to sleep?
Softly the clock radio continues it's morning tribute and I am still thinking and dreaming of my slumber. All is lost now, I must put forth my effort to rise to a standing position. I can feel my muscles tense in anguish as I push my feet firmly into the carpet. I continuely apply more and more pressure to rise up and stand, for at the same time I know, My slumber is at an end. No matter how hard I think and my body screams to return to that peaceful bliss of slumber, I must push on. A new day has dawned and I must prepare for it.
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Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss you when you are gone.
I'm looking for a better place,
Where I feel like I belong.
Goodbye cruel world!
I'm not sorry you have to go.
I'm looking for the time,
when only love and peace will grow
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss all of your violence.
When finally joy reigns supreme,
And all hatred will be silenced.
Goodbye cruel world!
Good riddance to all your badness.
There is an end in sight,
to all mourning, pain and sadness
Goodbye cruel world!
So long to you and your ruler.
Be happy your judgement day,
doesn't come any sooner.
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss your evil ways.
God's Kingdom is at hand,
His new world is here to stay.
John Derek Hamilton December 08,2014
Sure all we can do is our best in the end
like forgiving him as he knows not the trial of untruths
Justice of his curse why condemn someone wrongfully
Now that really hurts deeply branded as something
I am clearly not as God is my witness
slept on the streets even then
did not steal or beg it speaks for the person
I was brought up to be in God's eyes
Lost everything in business from pride one demon fell
humble and meek lessons in life learned
now judgement falsely against me falls one very heavy burden across shoulders
this was around the time my poor son was in Great Ormond Street Hospital
After his heart by pass enough on my plate God granted a miracle
this time it was like Hell on earth part of nightmare opening deep wounds
rotting injustices of it all Donald Duck taxi driver from a different world
they believe a Micky mouse story cannot work it out in my head
What a cruel world we live in
A world led by Satan
A world so confused,
that is so filled with ruse
Oh, you think, at least there is a little peace
But there’s still wars in the middle east
The poor starve, while the rich feast
Abortion rates have increased
What a horrible place to be
Where people are so unruly
and sin abound truly
Why can’t anyone see, maybe I’m just an anomaly
The world’s falling apart
and no one realizes
The hatred’s off the charts
before our own eyes
But what can we do in the midst of this crisis
Well it’s prophecy, gotta wait till it’s accomplished
Until then, we’ll follow Christ and do what is righteous
So in judgement before the Lord, we will be blameless
If expressing our genuine feelings is now a worn-out sin
And by being what we really our becomes our personal burden
When their prejudice eyes becomes the eye of the world we live in
Where will we place ourselves then, if we’re just innocent victims?
It’s scary to comes out from a self made closet
When coming out makes you a dirty, sick puppy who just sit
Sit and let the world crushed your whole being
So better stay on that closet, lonely but humane in being
Their invading judgments and disrespectful gestures towards us
Are the things we are afraid of, things that poisoned us
Sometimes too much from them wants us to fight them
But how could a sick puppy beats a hungry lion from its century old den?
We just want us to find a place where we can be us
No cursing eyes looking us, no one spit us unjust
We want to play our own part and live as you live
I know it’s not easy but I still believe
So I dream of a world where we are proud and can shout it loud
Where we can dance and express, love and be caress
We’re soon to be there though it’s kind of hazy
But never will I stop praying until we’ll be on that very day
Never will I stop. . .
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Its a harsh cruel world sometimes
Everywhere you turn there are people with broken hearts
Shattered dreams...
Yes, this world is such a cruel place
As naivety is always punished.
And players thrive.
This is the same story for so many
Who's broken world's need fixing too
Why in this world of broken dreams are
Words invaded by lie's
Sentences you know people are trying to scream
People spitting hate like unwanted saliva from a mean mouth
The hurt pleading for help as paranoia sets in.
And this my friend is your play ground
The board for your games
Your breeding ground for the unlovable
Where you entwine your tentacles of domineering power
Through loneliness and the frayed stitching of peoples lives
Your deep eyes make you trusting
Your sweet misguided words
Just enough to be lured in
Your a player
But you wont win this game.
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*~*...When I Tried To Make Things Right..*~*
*~*...People Just Pushed Me Aside....*~*
*~*...This Cruel World Is So Unfair...*~*
*~*...I Wonder How Much More I Have To Bear...*~*
*~*...Life Is Life Always Playing It's Favourite Game...*~*
*~*...Either You Fly OR Will Be Burned In Flames...*~*
Being the worlds chief of police
Is so overrated
With all that we do
And they all still hate us
We're only here
To keep up the peace
Spread our name brand
Of Democracy
If you don't love us
Then kindly leave us
If you don't trust us
Won't hurt our feelings believe us
We'll bring it to order
One way or another
Kick out the leaches
Close down the borders
Once that is done
And they're out on their bums
We'll build us a wall
From the North to South run
The only thing Canadian
That we will let in
Is Celine Dion
And their cheap medicine
And that little Chihuahua
From down below
Cause we love Taco Bell's
Mex food to go
As far as the Middle east
They can do as they please
We won't be around
To kick sand in our face
We'll pull out of there
Our American troops
Not just a few of the lucky
But one hundred proof
They can fight it all out
Amongst themselves
If they stick with the program
There'll be nobody left
We'll turn in our nukes
We won't need them no more
As we won't be playing
In their silly wars
We will be by ourselves
Closed off from it all
Unplug the phone
If they try to call
Live in our bubble
Stay out of trouble
No longer hang out
With that bunch of numskulls
So lock up the door
Turn out the light
Toss out the key
As we say goodbye..
I lay my body on this heap,
My eyes are weary and longing for sleep.
As the world gets darker and begins to swirl,
For this poet has found comfort in a suicide pill.
My body will be found stiff and chilled
With a note that says “Kiss my ass you cruel world”
I... just..wanted to be loved you see
And the one I love does not belong to me
I... saw her today at the train station
I felt that emotional possessive fixation
She... was...astonishingly radiant, too beautiful to mention
My curse, Gods... perfect invention
Just to think one year ago
I was smelling her, touching her kissing and making love to her you know
Now... I’m tired... life is not the same
How I crave for the innocence of my youth again
To restore my chance to have life in heaven
To rid this curse and make me unleavened
But the chances of that happening are slim to none
So kiss my ass world and the rest of you, have fun
As I lay my head on this bed
I hope to get it right and they will find me dead.
The world is ending, I see it in my dreams while I sleep
Homeless people fill up the streets, looking for a buck to eat
Only feelings of despair and defeat
There are drug filled streets only a few will meet
Some that kill, some that heal, and others tend to leave
The world is ending, I see it in my dreams while I sleep
The world used to be, sort of technicolor to say the least
Now, there's a price to pay in order to be free
I see, only feelings of despair and defeat
Cruel, cruel world,
Why me?
I never hurt you,
Why must you hurt me?
When does it stop?
That tearing pain inside me.
Will it ever leave?
It's slowly driving me crazy.
This life will end,
But why must I wait?
Let me go now,
I want it to end!
Don't hold me here,
In pain that's so deep.
Take me away,
To a better place.
I want out,
I never wanted this.
Why should I live?
I don't want to be here!
You tear me apart,
You say to be strong.
I'm crackling and crumbling,
As I scream out in rage;
WHY ME?
It was a pleasure to burn
The memories faded
As I lit the match
My eyes were jaded
How dare they laugh and scorn
At my dreams, my hopes
My only freedom from this life
Without which, I cannot cope
I will soon be free and content
To be what they will not let me
I will be among my pride
As a lion on the Serengeti
So here’s to resurrection
To be reborn as we truly are
I as I tip the poison down my throat
Farewell, cruel world. RAAWR
Cruel world!
we are always changing for others
suffering for them
satisfying them
but we most never get a return
we hurt ourselves much than we know.
I have this wound ...deep inside my heart
That just doesn’t stop bleeding
The brutal pain I suffered through time
Left me with a dark... empty feeling.
Can’t you notice the sorrow filled tears
That drop from each glum eye
The cursed words I yell out to the world…
“I just want to ...... i just want to die!!”
Can’t you hear the whisper… shhh…
Just listen… hear the screams of despair
The end seems so near
And I don’t really seem to care
Hell doesn’t seem too far away
I can feel my soul slipping from my grasp
My vision seems blurry… I’m losing all thoughts
Seems as though I’m about to collapse…
I’m strayed from the light
Into a pitch of dark nothingness
I enter this cavern of fire
With pride that I tried my best!
This gun feels so heavy
Can’t believe my time has come
After so many years of being ignored
I will finally die alone
As tears fall from my eyes
And tremble...with the gun pointed at my head
Knowing that in a minute or two
I will be dead!!!
I say goodbye to whoever sees this
Because you cared enough to have read
Hope I don’t see you where I’m going
For you will be filled with regret……
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life isn’t fun
infact it’s very stressful
sometimes you want a gun
cause it’s hard to be successful
I can’t deal with the work
I don’t want to waste all my time
just so that one day
I could be sublime
in the world’s eye’s that is
that’s what we have to live up to
the world’s expectations
here is a little preview
perfect skin
perfect shape
when we all become twins
the expectations change
and yet we all still follow
the ways of this cruel world
it’s hard for me to swallow
the ways life has unfurled