Best Cruelness Poems


My Dreams Bleed


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In the darkness fluidly
My dreams bleed
I see you in the shadows
Watching silently
Feeding my hunger
Quenching my ache for insanity
In my weakest hour
Even when i close my eyes 
Your vision is still haunting me
The picture is black and perfect
People stare with empty eyes
Not one dares to look for the truth
Behind there own disguise
Ugliness ovewhelms me
Cruelness calls me in
Nightmares fill my space,
No breaking them tonight
A numbness invades my mind
Thoughts of being your angel of darkness
I long to know what's beyond this time 
I cry like an orphaned child
My heart skips a beat
As you sing for me a lullaby
Of darkness and crimson good-byes
My walk on the dark side
Your disappearing now
Ripped away
You stole me away last night
Come back from behind the mirror
Make your darkness my reality.

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Cold Hard Steel

Cold Hard Steel
My mouth wide open, gasping for breath, splashing, gurgling
Hopelessly going nowhere, treading, losing the fight
I can’t hear the clanking or yelling anymore, today is the day I have succumbed to his cruelness, numb, no thoughts, no feelings just sinking, floating, slowly being dragged down below 
His lack of love and affection has surrounded me like a cold hard steel chain bound around me.  
The black oval links is evidence that evil is not part of the circle of life
I’m drowning. He’s not listening.  Why won’t he help me? Doesn’t he care?
How did I let it go this far? 
A light from above, an angel reaches out a hand, follow me
Bursting through the crashing waves I rise above the depth of darkness
To find that God will always love me
All my tears have faded. Joyful smiles every day.
He is still part of my life but the chain has been broken, I have been set free because God will always 
love me. 
Even on the days when he doesn’t show me love and kindness 
I know I am not alone in this big old house. I kneel and take it to the throne. 	
And tell God about my day. 

Inspirational song Chain Breaker by Zac Williams 
Original poem 7/22/17

Premium Member EPILEPSY ANGUISH

Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.

Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.

Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.

World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.

Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.


Caterpillars Become Butterflies

They said that she was ugly, fat, and shy.
She went her way to shameful words and sneers.
Ignored or worse by those who passed her by,
She'd weep the dew each night with all her tears.

The caterpillar, few have understood.
In every garden scorned and undesired
Until such time she reaches womanhood.
Then by all men she's suddenly admired.

The dress she wears so colorful and slim.
Her freckled skin now silky, fair, and smooth.
Her every movement, elegant and prim,
But still she bears the cruelness of her youth.

And when she flits so daintily our way
Perhaps that's why she never deems to stay.

9.2.18
Contest 1:  Personification poem of a pet, wild animal or insect (N/A)
Contest 2: Brian Stand contest #490 (N/A)
© Jesse Rowe  Create an image from this poem.

Why Do You Keep Running

She said "Why do you keep running, slow down a little;
Why don’t you open your eyes and see beyond the horizon;
Don’t you see it…?? Coz I see it;
I see it very well without having to squint my eyes or stretch them thus far”
I see it.
 
“I see good measure in that scorned bitter man twisted and turned by the cruelness of this world”
“I see the sorrow hiding behind that girl’s smile, devoured by vultures of this earth,
I also see divine hope deep within, see it in her eyes as she takes it one day at a time”
 
So don’t run, slow down & look around you, you may be running your own race but why not stop, take a step back & walk with that troubled mother carrying so much weight on her shoulders,
Why don’t you just slow down & help carry that weight, it will only take a minute “
 
Coz I see it, with this slow pace of mine
 
I see that long lost friend, struggling, I see her hands trembling, her loneliness growing, I see her eyes swave trying to hold back anxious tears.
 
I see that boy and girl walking holding hands, young love it must be but why don’t you just slow down a bit, hold their hands & teach them how it should b, no young innocence should be lead astray.
 
So you better stop running and slow down a while, look beyond the horizon, coz it may look peaceful, serene & pure but what’s beyond it is what matters. Jus slow down a moment and look around you, it will only take a minute.

Premium Member Crumb

(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)


When someone CALLED me very dumb 
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB 

I never played those CHILDHOOD games 
That's no reason to CALL me names 

CLEARLY, they all have picked on me 
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see 

I go to a COUNSELOR, now 
To CURVE the way I think, somehow  




All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still 
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill 

I just needed a CARING friend 
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end 

Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY 
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why 

My CHOSEN words, with my last breath 
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death  



C Form-Couplet Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance 
1/15/2022


Get Lost

Is there a beginning
or end to rue on
past,
Since I did sins,
made fools and get
lost,

I go to the police
for ravel and
politeness,
Expel out bribe, or
you may get lost,

A poor naïve man to
aristocratic man,
Rights are not same,
where I get Lost,

Am I missing or
screwed up my
thoughts,
Forget the last
listening of boss
go, get lost,

For deeds thou done
in sake of wealth,
Real beggar, a mere
fakeer finally you
get lost,

No favor for
livelihood or right
to living fakeer,
He born angel, die
fakeer and get lost,

O’er the theme of
these odes and my
passion,
They twaddle no
allocation right
here, go get lost,

I am proud if collar
and called rebel,
And sent to jail and
gallows, rest lost,

For writing beyond
cruelness to trivial
events,
Thou ruins thyself
and get lost,

Exploitation and
victimization
everywhere,
Shahid no place for
justness so get
lost.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry

Cruelness Never Fades

All the cruel people 
Take them away 
Give me the space, give me the air 
I can’t just go living with people
That don’t even care,
They don’t even pretend to care 
At this precise moment 
I miss him more the ever
Bring him to me…for just one stare
At this precise moment 
I sought the truth, I uncovered the veil 
To see the ugliness of the beast
The truth that no wonder threatened the beat
If I could just live
Just be, just declare
This is my life, and everyone 
Just back away 
I may explode
I may kill with rage
You dug the soul of pureness underneath my flesh 
Now it’s your turn 
Suffer the consequences of your unjustifiable play 
You ugly monsters of the night
Show me yourselves and you would have wished
To be slaughtered a thousand whips
Than to see what you just have witnessed

Premium Member Why I Stand Short

WHY I STAND SHORT
Since I was born and grew to be, so that’s why I stand Short!

But it does not bother me, in fact I feel blessed!

Blessed because:
I am able to go through most doors and even some windows.
I was able to stand at the front of most queues be it the classroom or elsewhere.
So standing short definitely has its benefits.

On the other hand I am proud to say that
I STAND SHORT -
SHORT of some greed and some cruelness,
SHORT of most deception and most jealousy,
SHORT of almost all wickedness and all hatred.
That’s why I’m proud to say 
I STAND SHORT!!

Resurrection

Resurrection

I need to go back in not ready to be exposed, came out with fragile wings and tethered   feathers.  The security of my place of solitude keeps one from invading my thoughts; my heart has shattered from the cruelness of a love promised but is now lost.
I need to go back in my one wing tried to fly, but knocked down by the elements of my life a mystery trying to unfold. The attempt to seek refuge from my mind is twisted thoughts of insecurities. I tried to come out but was smothered by loves hate. 
I need to go back in one wing has lifted up, but not enough stability to withstand a night- mare of dreams with the realities of my world hidden from harms way.
Maybe there is a chance for my wings to one day fly, but will they continue to hide underneath my warm body of safeness.
I need to come out two wings have unfolded into position and I won’t let the fear of a life of uncertainties cause them to tuck back into a flightless path of doom.
I think they are ready to help me peel away those layers of sensitivity of a deep soul revealing the love that is finally within.
I’m coming out! I’m coming out! Both wings are standing regal and tall. Confidence has a sanctuary and is ready to reveal a love that was once lost.
My soul is at peace and my emotions have gained composure of my heart that was once severed  but is now mended and will love again.

The Night of Winter

The night and dark comes earlier each evening
  lost between twilight looming on the horizon, 
  pushing aside the sun’s revealing
  of the darkness that simply is.

Shortening days disappear between the trees
  forcing the sun to fade from yellow to pale white,
  and the once abundant harvest dies with  ease
  and is gone as quickly away she disappears.

The dark is black and silent as it comes
  hovering as if it were known yet is an unfamiliar shadow
  that creeps in uninvited with a stinging wind that numbs
  threatening  wet days filled with snow to cover the meadow.

The sky displays tiny dots of twinkling light unmarred
  far distant glowing points with small icy fingers
  that curve around the big dipper and other unnamed stars
  that still stretch out  to guide us on our paths unhindered.

 The waning moon is hidden by drifting spartan clouds
  barely visible as the dark takes full control
  and each step is carefully cautioned by our mental shrouds
  with an onslaught of an  unassuming  light snow.

We are prisoners now within our homes
  held cold, safe from shivering but in awe 
  of the power of the night and change of seasonal tones
  with a hoar frost that  holds us here to spring begins the thaw.

 It is the winter of the full moon and morning sun
  touching us with a blanket of cold bare emptiness
  that will not soon enough be done
  bringing shorter days  and harsh, cold cruelness.

Here comes the night of winter time
 waiting patiently at your door.


September 16, 2015
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member -Sad Lonely Girl

I HEARD ANOTHER HORRENDOUS SCHOOL BULLYING STORY TODAY…SUCH UNBELIEVABLE DEVASTATION, DESTRUCTION, PAIN AND UNBEARABLE SORROW CAUSED….ITS JUST NOT RIGHT NOR FAIR AND NEEDS TO BE STOPPED SOMEHOW IN OUR SCHOOLS!

THE POEM BELOW IS FICTION!
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She sits by the window with coffee in hand
Watching the raindrops tapping on the glass
Her mind revisits that high school year again
With the same questions she always asks

Those teenage years of chaos and confusion 
Where thoughts and hormones run riot
Just finding her way and wanting to fit in
Kept both her conscience and voice quiet

She remembers so vividly that high school year
It tortures her with sorrow, regret and shame
If she could only she could go back and do it differently 
Perhaps the outcome would have not been the same

She participated in the bullying of the sad lonely girl
Though her heart knew it was completely wrong
So she wouldn’t be their next victim
Safety from the bullies kept her strong

She remembers that day in the school canteen
When the sad lonely girl was again cowardly chosen
She saw the silent tears rolled down her cheek
In that moment her mind and heart were frozen

She saw the pure pain in the sad lonely girls eyes
Sitting sheepishly on her own
She desperately wanted to reach out to her
Comfort her and tell her “Its ok you’re not alone”

Yet so afraid of becoming a victim
She felt cowardly and weak
Intimidated by the bullies unrelenting cruelness 
She laughed, walked passed and to the sad lonely girl she did not speak

That day now is forever seared in her mind 
One of complete horror and doom
An unexpected school assembly was called
Informing students the sad lonely girl was found hanging in her room!
© Deb M  Create an image from this poem.

Nightfall

Like a night call it not without darkness 
The wonder of the stars lingers behind 
Away complication, felt aloofness 
And now cruelness may bitterness disbind 
Oh come! Oh Starry night witness me sing 
My life how charmed, symphony engulf me 
Age me attest, and upward me soul freeing 
Hands stay agrip, hail this still blasphemy 
But night oh darkness now and then ghastly 
Quandary is all left, heart lone abscond 
Though road seems winding, wind touches frenzy 
Summoned all goods, you're not my best second 
All my ease and glee, in your arms abode 
Me gist and being, me inmost come forth plateaued.

Quote Prompt 1

Quote Prompt:
"How is it so easy for you to be kind to people?" he asked...
Milk and honey dripped from my lips and I answered,
"cause people have not been kind to me."
-rupi kaur



I've been swept into the depths of hell and back-
          seen sights of cruelness beyond life's recognition,
                                                      and yet-
  here I stand tasting life, as sweet as honey-
          mercilessness creates virtuous benevolence...


November 1, 2016

To B

Look child I'm done, this is enough 
Why are you still interested in what I am doing 
I'm flattered by your concern but I'm sorry 
We are not friends, nor are you worth enough to be considered an enemy 
Go away live your life stop bothering me 
There is no war here, no fight to be won 
I am a Goddess, a Woman, wholly me 
Still you play at your childish games 
As if the police would ever believe your lies 
The truth prevailed with only a nights disruption 
Cut your losses and move on like a good little grown-up 
Your insecurities have brought you down and held you back 
No way shall I allow you to strip my spirit with your ugly words 
You sit in your house behind the closed doors of your mind 
And claim my soul is ugly, while it is you and your kind that 
Judge and condemn in an attempt to oppress those whom 
Oppose your way of thinking and the cruelness of your souls 
I do not fear you. You are a child throwing nothing more than a temper tantrum 
" Mommy mommy pay attention to me, I am angry" 
Your pathetic life has pigeon-holed your womans soul and all you have left is 
Anger, so your contempt for me is understandable. I am free 
Unbound by the chains of dispair and fear 
I cannot say I feel sorry for you, You do not deserve my pity 
I have moved on from you without a moments hesitation 
The black hole of your soul shall not consume me 
I wish I could say I miss being your friend 
But I can't. Truth is, it was all too easy to say goodbye to 
Your crude humor, your promiscuity and the ever-present 
Knife ready to stab the backs of those you "love" 
You were right about one thing I will never be you 
I will never shun those who care or turn my back on those in need 
Nor will my soul ever be as black as yours 
Still it is my sincere hope that you can save yourself 
From the hells you have created 
Grow up little girl stop your foolishness 
Do not reply, no one wants to hear the ramblings of 
A barely literate girl in a womans body attempting 
To condemn the soul of a Goddess. You will only succeed 
In making yourself look weaker and if possible even more stuck-up 
Stick to what you're good at like consuming the love around you and turning it to hate.

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