Best Cynical Poems

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until...

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A Slightly Cynical Christmas

The day before Christmas,
My head’s in a whirl,
Trompsing through malls
With a two-year-old girl.

Rudolph and Frosty
Are far from my mind
It’s some weird talking Elmo
S’Got me standing in line.

The crappy store speakers
Playing “Joy to the World”
Heck, I’ll just be happy
If my Visa’s still good.

Mistletoe...

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How can this be the land of the free home of the brave, 
when less than two centuries ago this was the home of the slaves. 
These leaders are just playing these games,
paving the way for our children to be subjected to cravings and rage....

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The ‘price of love’ rises just for one day of the year
Stick a cardboard heart on some merchandise  - the price quadruples!

Every February we see ‘love’ lying in neat rows on the shop shelves
Cards, chocolates, flowers, perfume and cute fluffy toys
A sea of red...

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When Cupid fired an arrow in the air,
Where it might land?  He did not care!
His only intent?  To lighten his quiver,
When he shot his barbed Love dart thither!
So came the time, or so twas said,
That another odd couple, came to wed.

On their great...

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Dreams…
Vague and Pure
Pieces of Miseries
Sad but Obscure
Dream of the wrong person
Live trying to be in the right.

Close your eyes shut
Sequel of puzzled dreams
You owe them explanations.
They can’t pay with a rewind.

Love is endless
Could be a river of sins
Or a plateau of pretensions.
How could I spell...

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What is poetry
Is it merely a soft scented rose on a blissful summers day
Someone telling you, Better to have loved than lost
Or rather a delve into reality
Where the pretty appear gritty
And the point of relevant
No 1 can write
Because the words are all blurred
Who is going...

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Have you found the rarest of four-leaf clovers
Or bent down to pick up a shiny lucky penny
Maybe you thought of those who may not have any
Or did you just look for the tarnish on the coin you turned over...

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Depression is slowly creeping it's way in again. Mechanically making it through day after day. Keeping my soul and fears hidden from even myself. Holding responsibly so heavy I'm drowning in the rain of my own tears. The puddles slowly becoming the lakes of my...

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She walks with pride,
Maybe she thinks of herself as queen.
It can happen with time,
Her mind plays a wicked game.
But nonetheless, I’m cynical of Polly.

With every click and flash she gives a sly smile,
Doesn’t anyone else notice?
Am I getting a wrong picture?
But then she winks at...

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Julia Ward free verse contest: Polly in politics

I'm Cynical of Polly

They say she's pretty, Polly,
even though she shits on the media,
content to repeat 
whatever her keepers teach for a bit of golden carrot.
Yes --
she's a real polly-tician!...

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You realize your wild side
lies somewhere within the past.
And fantasy dreams can fade,
even though you wish they'd last.

Your most precious memories
are but shadows, nonetheless.
And when reviewed countless times,
they tend to merge and digress.

Presumptions of who you are
and how you feel get explored.
And yet, doubts and...

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red rose price rises
faster than flaccid todgers  ~
a blooming rip off!!!
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We are being taught what is not important
"Follow your Hear- a... your money or time is money."
We are being taught an illusion
Disconnected from the land that feeds us

Keep building more buildings
More highways, more factories, more trains
Never mind about producing food
We'll eat the cement and steel

How...

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Growing up in a middle class suburb of Chicago, is it any wonder that Polly learned the art of political malarkey.  Watching the City Council was probably the
place where she learned to see women standing up to voice their words, even if those words...

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