Best Cynic Poems

The usual tat overflows on the shelves
Such items we’d never buy for ourselves
Chocolate hearts wrapped in shiny red plastic
At a seven pounds each the prices are drastic!

A fluffy teddy bear that’s clutching a heart
It reads ‘Darling I love you, we’ll never part’
Sexy underwear that’s so...

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Love 
I see it piled sky high on the supermarket shelves

Perfect pink packaging containing calorific chocolates and cute cuddly toys,  
seductive scents or sexy silk underwear
Slushy Valentine’s cards with ridiculous romantic rhymes
Stick on a cardboard heart and it's not just the vendor who is...

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There are those who walk among us
materialistically inclined
Their hearts are solely focused
on what they'll leave behind

..prized possessions..properties..
..money in the banks..
..vehicles and commodities..
..attaining higher ranks..

They never give a word or thought
to disadvantaged others
They never see the battles fought 
by desperate, homeless brothers

Yet while their pools are...

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"Every generation has its flaws" is 
my opening quotation
Among them is love and its absurd 
expectations
Unjustly women are labeled 
materialistic with imperialistic views
And guys don't give a s*** about 
the type of your lip stick we're not 
unrealistic tools
Not always but increasingly the case
So I...

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Trust not, know not,
Love not, show not,
In the midst of such vague
expressions, lies the life,
of the pessimistic cynic,
or rather the temperament
born from his solitude,
a solitude which remains fortified,

Hope not, see not,
Free not, be not,
are the unwritten rules
of his constant confinement,
Faithless and motionless
due to comfortable surroundings,
He...

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I've discovered why you hate them so:
You felt they delivered you a blow.
Not with sticks and stones; but words indeed
That you let obscure your friends in need
Who sing release when you let hatred go.

What have they done to warrant such disgraces
That you refuse to see...

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I think the sonnet form is almost bare
Of interest in this modern world so fast, 
TV commercials keep us in our chair
And all we're taught to value doesn't last.

Our friendships are as vapid as our schemes
And fortune jeers to think we'd ask for more, 
We...

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THE CYNIC TAKES A CHANCE AT LOVE

I pay the price for last night’s dance
Sizzled love was just a chance
But we’re both enriched
Call a cab to take me home
Or I will find a street to roam--
Another night of ditched...

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A sonnet for cynics, for Valentine's Day

The Cynic speaks of Love; What lie is this
But lust dressed up in silky swathes of lace
In pretty words, and promises of bliss
Come pouting in her petticoats, her face
All flushed with rouge and scarlet on a smile
With kohl around...

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Good day, cynic
== 
A good day begins with the simple wrong of waking up.
Waking up? Again? But it is the good day. Grabbing a cup,
gripping its warmth with both the hands he touches the shower.
A hasty shower is the order of these days here;
all the...

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Love is the rebuttal to a cynic
Who holds we're only true to selfish ends,
Patients at some existential clinic
Inside for reasons no-one comprehends

For madmen have no cause to make amends
Weak-minded men seek out what serves them best
The coward dreams of karma and pretends
while lunatics take all...

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In Religion born, immortality supplication 

Foolish of mind, venerate the decadent and rich 

Materialism bounds purpose to subjugation  

Governments intent satin stitch


Hypocrisy’s compassion

Devotion in profit

Discontent, humanity’s ration

History the incessant  prophet 


 Contrary of law, justice

Loves whisper, illusion

Salvations road, oneness 

Attainment not, forgone conclusion...

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Every good thing must come to an end,
every day must give way to night.
Our lives are like grass one day here, 
the next gone: mown down.
Love fades away to a lonely grey,
everything we sow has gotta be reaped.
I am a speck of dust,
on a small...

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CYNIC

He was Dean of the university’s
College of Creative Malfeasance, 
including the Schools of Business,
Law, Information Technology, Marketing,
Economics, Theology and International 
Relations!

His son was more sinister
He was a minister in the 
Church of Confederate Christianity,
a denomination that is anti-family,
anti-immigrant, anti-democratic,
anti-Semitic, racist, pro-gun
and absolutely pro-life, perpetually
in the...

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People flocked round badly hurt Paul,
Ten minutes ago had a fall
While he was playing rough football...
And they had to a doctor call, 
Then with chess players in a hall, 
Loved more than the card's near a mall
"No! His treatment not in this hall, 
For not...

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