Best Cruelest Poems

Here i am away from you
As time just marches on
I can feel it all slip slowly from my hands
Til one day its just all gone.
I think about my love for you
Some days it seems just a dream
And all i can do is hold the memory
Of...

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Impenetrable fortresses built from stones made of regret
reenforced with the concrete of mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt here shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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Autumn leaves released against the cruelest winds
unmoored, without  a distant shore to land
have no instruction, nor direction, 
swept by the tides of winter seas
Surfing waves without an oar
curled tight against themselves
Fall winds spread them far,
until they sink
and crumble
into
dust

While
I must
not stumble 
and must not curl
tight...

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There were times you called me vindictive names,
Said so many uncalled for things that hurt.  
You played so many emotional games  
And with my friends you did shamelessly flirt.
Was there ever a time I lost my shirt  ?
Despite your disdain and cruel...

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We blame any obstacles in our ways
The obstacles are cruel
We try all the ways to remove them
We blame the devil as well as God 
But who is or which is the cruelest after all
I said it's time
Because there isn't any more chance
And nothing can be...

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Impenetrable fortresses built from stones of regret,
reinforced with concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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The cruelest of cages
A cage of the mind.
No freedom lies
With such heavy binds
Thinking,
Speaking,
Processing
It all becomes difficult.
This cage tight and sealed
Breaking free
It just a dream....

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It is the cruelest of hate
Creeping like an imposturous reptile
In the morning light of Eve’s Garden
Fangs dripping with malice
Searching for tender flesh to taste

Cruel hate clandestinely charging
Uncharged minds
Innocent ones
Too young to leave
Too old to hold on

Hissing rancorous lyrics
Like a street pusher pandering opiates
To abject addicts
Hate...

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T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month. . . 
But he was wrong.
August is by far the cruelest.
August with its sultry cloak, 
Oppressive shroud,
Baking under the 
Relentless sun.
Can you feel it?
Can you smell it?
Don’t go outside,
Not if you value
Your composure;
Not if you value
Your tranquility.
August...

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(“The Heart of It #2”, 2007, original oil)

Honesty is the Cruelest Gift of All

I’m down to the nub of a pencil 
I’ve been carrying around in my heart 
For over three decades
And as much as I’ve cherished this relic
I feel it’s finally time to let...

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Is the cruelest of all cancers ironies ?

Not that it is to be met 
or end in death ?

Nor the suffering the disease itself
inflicts ?

On both the terminal and those left ?

But rather how it brings us together
than ever before ?

Unfortunately to late ?

And how...

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Impenetrable fortresses built from the many stones of regret, 
re enforced with the concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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I often think cruelest thing one can do,
Is to deny the young the opportunity to follow their heart,
All because your heart was once broken,
And you have not learned to forgive.

The hole in their heart,
Now about to become the same size as yours,
With no sewing kit...

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The Cruelest Fate

By Elton Camp

What was Lois is all but gone
“It’s dementia,” the doctor said
“Just be glad she doesn’t know.
“It’s so much better that way.”

With the blank look on her face,
Family talk as if she isn’t there
Or doesn’t comprehend words
She has become a burden now

She...

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You may grieve on this darkest of days.
You may weep tears of demulcent dew
And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways
Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme,
Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays.

Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain,
Far from the sunshine high...

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