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 regrets,
and splintered serenity?
Would the raven breeze
then cocoon my soul
with delicate doom,
fueled by petroleum promises,
searing in deadly flares,
as if I were destined
to be a victim of
vindictive vengeance,
torn and tainted,
chained in poisoned
strings of pearls,
a reflection of resignation,
of how kismet calligraphies
draped me in haunting ivory,
as the devil’s widow,
of when I vowed to serve
chastised chamomile,
of the night my innocence
was baptized in infected rivers,
rippling and ricocheting~
bleeding black with thorns…
O deranged twilight,
my heart aches in angst,
singing scars beneath
starless spheres,
where the moon is silenced,
eclipsed by the sun,
and the earth sighs
an unheard requiem
for the fractured skies,
stirring nocturnal feathers
to flutter and soar
in sync with the
beautiful tragedy,
while I lie in a sealed casket,
adorned with russet trinkets,
shadowed in macabre musings,
breathless and bruised,
alive, yet void of purpose
awake but sleep-walking
like an insomniac corpse
lost in the lethal gaze of life,
tracing emblems of the Valkyries,
caged between
the rising of dawn
and frozen dusk,
pondering if this is the end
of the beginning~
a cursed reincarnation,
as I see no escape
from your ill-omened grip~
a casualty of your cruelty,
I remain,
caught in the desolate
haze of h a t e…
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 of laughter long gone,
rooms filled with the heavy air of stories untold.
The woman who lived there, a mystery, a shadow,
wandered its halls like a ghost, her presence barely felt
but in the gentle ivory caress of piano keys
that floated through the night, a sorrowful symphony
played to an audience of moon and stars.
Folks in town, they gossiped, cruel jests hidden behind closed doors,
labeling her a recluse, a witch, a specter of the past,
never understanding the weight of loneliness she carried,
a burden that bent her shoulders and dulled her eyes.
She found peace in her music, notes rising and falling,
like the breaths she drew, deep and resonant,
a language only she and the night could comprehend.
The farmhouse, with its peeling paint and creaking floors,
stood as a testament to her existence,
its decay mirroring the abandonment she felt,
doors no longer opening to welcome guests,
windows looking out with a yearning for the world.
Inside, the piano waited, its keys now silent,
dust gathering like a blanket, a comfort in the stillness,
each particle a memory, a moment frozen in time.
And so, the house remains, a relic of loneliness,
a monument to the misunderstood,
its story floating with the wind, carried through the fields,
a melody played on the strings of time,
eternal, echoing, alone.
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 more—
Tell me, I pray
AAND
You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate
CRYY
I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak
NNOW
Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more
FOLL
I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream
XOW3
The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Let them go
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Full of woe
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Take me now
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Tell me how to
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Set them free
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Knowing is free
Knowing is free
MMEE
For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair
AAND
Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap
XXBX
What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll
FREE
What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then?
Close your eyes and count to ten
The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .
CAPTURED
I speak your language to stop this cruelty:
THEE 2TRUE TH78 IS9X BEF4 HOUR VERY EYES
Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste
CRYY
CRYY
CRYY
GOOD
BAYE
BAYE
BAYE
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 me apart.
Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Your cold smile could conjure the dead.
Your evil stare torments my dreams.
I wish I could get you out of my head.
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 gone,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, wasted limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?
I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of their souls departing ...
mournful, and distant.
How pitiful our "effort,"
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.
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
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 led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
She barks, "Turn your cheek!"
She leaves her handprint on it.
"And now the other!"
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, my love, hurt worse.
You did not want to read my
special poem, so you
threw it to the floor.
It felt like you
were stomping
on my
heart.
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 resent all the hurtful words
I shouted in anger crossing the line:
I don't ask for sympathy, but making up
would be a relief from the guilty feelings!
To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
each and every blame I must take...
remembering when I lay awake
and thought of her instead of you:
all my fake emotions I can't undo!
Whatever came over me?
More springs will come with new dreams,
but many wishes I cast on falling stars;
be in those dreams and breathe with me;
I don't deserve to be forgiven twice...
if only tears could wash away those cheats:
I would be free of this guilt that torments me!
To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
I ask for some compassion, not pity;
I destroyed the trust you had in me:
your bitterness and anger can destroy me!
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 she wishes that everyone will forgive her
I asked her what she wants to be forgiven for
She looked me in the eyes
And wispered the words
"I only wish I knew"
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 vanity
Casualty of your cruelty just may be
Loved ones you have destined with your deed
For what comes around goes around indeed
May not hit you but hits relative you see
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 a shrine from your broken pieces,
Tossed you to the darkness
cleaved your light
then offered you a blanket
of scratchy regret,,,
I'm still waiting though,
like a wet dog at the mouth of a cave
too afraid to enter
That I may discover something
unrecognizable....frightening.
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
I watched a shocking video today,
It’s an example of animal cruelty,
A variety of them killed without mercy,
Skinned to the bones while it breathing heavily.
A heart with no soul for doing this activity,
They are so scared shouting for their last day,
Pool of blood pouring to the ground of hell,
Small voices of dying animals, furs will sell.
The savaged men tossed them to the side,
A mountain of bloody creatures for sacrifice,
Looking at them begging to stop this inhumane act,
It breaks my heart and tears flowing down in fact.
The best thing we can do is to pray,
Show our love to animals every day,
Be vigilant, be concern, and do your share,
They are God’s creation, please show your care.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DE56fAD3HyE
This is the link
February 28, 2013
6th Place Winner
For PD's Contest
September 25, 2013