Best Cruelty Poems

L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale
b u r n i n g in bronze tears
of tornadoes,
limping and writhing,
screaming for release,
but
what if I am the mistress
             of glass-cut dreams,
crowned with 
 razor-edged...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it clear 
What is what
But then it was an exciting
Paris of the time of Artaud

Andre Breton the leader of surrealist
The movement...

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HELP

The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me

STAY

CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall

LOST

How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there...

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Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Does my torment really please you?
Disrespect me as often as you like.
Ignore my existence the way you do.

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
You claim to love with all your heart.
Selfish, cruelty must be an art form.
You excel in hatred, tearing...

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I believe one’s right to be angry does
not foster one a right to be cruel. 
Just because two people argue
does not mean that they don’t love
each other. But we are
responsible for
our cruel actions
no matter 
how we 
feel.

For Contest: Etheree Me
In Honor Of: Andrea Dietrich...

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stand upon a barren ground

Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.

Silent cries can be heard all around

Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.

If only theyd known what they knew now

Would they have died for theyre country on a  false governments vow.

Falsely...

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To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
what I deserve can't be forgotten easily;
deny me everything until I ache,
until I come to realize my mistake...
and being honest, I'll swear
that everything you do is fair!

I can be sorry for the hard done,
and apologizing won't mean much;
you can...

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This girl
She is of the normalest
Yet,
She finds herself crying
All she does is try
Try to fit in
Because her eyes stick out
Doesn't mean that she doesn't need friends
I try to help her
But when I do I never have support of friends

We talked one time
And she said that...

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A
person
at times can
feel like they are
a casualty 
of cruelty, at least
in some small way or other.
Some attacked my early writing.
Their scathing reviews I can’t forget,
yet I persisted doing what I do.
Not letting oneself feel defeated is
the only way to continue -   but
your cruelty,...

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I'm that dog sitting in the rain 
over his best friend's grave.
I've waited fifteen years,
for your spirit to brush against my spirit again, either in the flesh or dream,
I believe some brown thumbed clod pruned your heart
cut too often-to deeply-honed his cruelty on your vulnerabilities.
Made...

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Casualty of your cruelty and lack of empathy
Is the beginning of your karma journey
What you tossed into the universe
Comes back full force as blessing or curse

Walking in another's shoes
Feeling for them as you do for you
Empathy a symphony of humanity
Put an end to selfish silver...

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Act of cruelty

I believe that an act of cruelty
Is to take away child’s security
So let it be said
When two people wed
Make sure it’s a certain surety.

18 April 2014 @ 0815hrs...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.

Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes...

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Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?

Before this day is...

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She barks, "Turn your cheek!"
She leaves her handprint on it.
"And now the other!"...

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