Best Heartlessness Poems
Oh, death malevolent!
The taker of us all before our time,
you grimly reap a myriad of souls,
cruelly stealing many in their prime,
and countless young and innocent
have you whisked ruthlessly away!
Oh, death Malevolent!
Why this utter heartlessness that you display?
Oh, horrifying death!
When young, I read of you in Revelations.
Your nature so atrocious
filled my tender heart with trepidation -
thinking of humanity's travails
the many painful ways to die.
Oh, horrifying death!
What good is it to even ask you why?
Oh, death omnipotent.
to the yang of life, you are the yin.
Your power cannot be withstood.
Everyone you call upon must let you in.
A higher and mysterious law you answer to
and fighting against you, we all are powerless.
Oh, death omnipotent!
when did I begin to fear you less?
Oh, unbiased death!
Whether you be torturous or kind;
whether you be swift or slow;
no man or woman will be left behind.
You serve a God of justice and of truth,
and, I'm told, a God of mercy too.
Oh, unbiased death!
Can I grow in faith, knowing you're the path to something new?
Oh, welcomed death!
When our friends and family have passed on;
when grief engulfs the soul;
when youth's abilities are all but gone;
when life seems somehow more than we can bear;
you come along to bring us sweet release.
Oh, welcomed death!
Are you thanked enough for bringing us to peace?
Categories:
heartlessness, deathdeath, god, death, god,
Form:
Verse
The myriads of unmarked graves in the cemetery
Presenting miserable image of human heartlessness
Uncared and unsung by near, dear all and sundry
Forsaken and abandoned, victim of unkindness
Which one of them holds my mother’s remains?
My angel, my lover, a philosopher, a friend
A melancholy child riding rough terrains
I for whom her eyes incessantly rained
I turned into a pauper with treasure of love gone
A symbol of despair with goals unclear
Relentless caravan of time said move on
And move I did trembling with fear
The nature held me by hand and catapulted in the air
The voyage of loneliness was hard to endure
Groping and fighting I reached where eagles dare
With anguish and pain and lost valor
The shower of Blessings and silvery rains of grace
Hoisted the flag of my fame and glory
Winning goals after goals in the formidable race
Life writing an enchanting story
Yet my eyes with tears blurred and hazed
My spirit weeps, my soul cries
I pray on all unmarked graves with my hands raised
Surely in one of them my mother lies
(My mother Begum Najmunnesa was laid to rest in an un-marked grave in Azimpura, Dhaka, Bangladesh. I am that unworthy son who is unable to identify her grave and visit the country to offer prayers)
Categories:
heartlessness, death, mother, sad, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
What about heart-rending?
Does it kill?
How many have died so far?
Who are those?
It is not going to be permanent
It is just a rent not rend
Who benefits more by the way?
Tenant, landlord?
Or both?
How does it feel to be heartless?
Do you even know?
You can’t, but your victims do
Heartlessness kills
Yes, it does
Nobody can function without a heart
Be it natural or artificial, it is vital
A heartless body is dead
Many souls are dead
Many are even dead to themselves
They cannot even rent their hearts to themselves
How can they do to neighbors then?
You will see them everywhere
Walk hopelessly
Even talk senselessly
Thinking that they are doing it to THEM
But little do they know it is done to them
Believe it or not
These are self-murders
They kill themselves before killing others
Burying their heads under the sand,
Ignoring the reality
But why?
They have lost themselves,
Maybe even their names
Only brave ones face reality
Courageous men strive for good
Living soul fight for goodness
You will see them fleeing from injustice
Always trying to do right
You will find them fitting into bigger shoes,
They do not fear whatsoever, all they want is unity
These speak to hearts
Heart-warming is their focus
They tug at heartstrings
They make heartening news,
Preventing heart failures
They are hearty
Heartiest
Full of life!
Categories:
heartlessness, spiritual,
Form:
ABC
Parting is such sweet sorrow
One that hasn’t tasted sorrow knows not
Pain and anguish are gifts lucky few got
So why this bleeding heart
An old friend gifted me a plant in a pot
The plant named as Bleeding Heart
I admired the gesture although my house provided
No room for two bleeding hearts
The existing bleeding heart in my chest
Was enough for me to endure
A cancer for which there isn’t any cure
Your heartlessness and my fidelity at its best
Sintra, Portugal –Jan. 20, 2015
Categories:
heartlessness, allegory, betrayal, dedication, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Declined and beaten
Unsure and wasted
It all happened in that day
And I suppressed it to that very night
Where I breathed regret and spoke love
You rejected me
Rejected my valuable offer
As I held the stories I wanted you to read
And the events I wanted to share
You ignored me with your callous looks
When I said I love you
And I said it with all my heart
Please kiss me goodbye
This is over
Do not discuss it any further
You said no
It isn’t over
When I saw the hatred and heartlessness
In your eyes
I stopped trying to get the goodbye kiss
I walked away
Why do u do this
Who do want me to cry?
As you left carelessly and
I heard your footsteps fading
I started to cry softly
I started to weep away my heart
To wipe my tears and start another day
Forget the burden and displeasure
Postpone the pain to that very night
To start a day, leaving my mischiefs behind
With another smile opening the door of fakeness
But living with a heavy heart and twisted smile
Just to see you hurt me again
Categories:
heartlessness, depressionme, day, me, i
Form:
Free verse
Ladies of untrue filial ingratitude
I doubt if you are genuine to the crown
Your love thrown to a villain's attitude
The old king sees now that love speaks than clown
Words. For ladies who plucks respected beard
And poison for love is what thou see'st
A daughter who calls love silent is heard
But who dare throws own self to the tempest?
The tool that united you against your blood
Stained and split you against your selves
You shall never be reborn in this world
If you were, you should not be your selves
Women of ruthless heartlessness who turn
Milk of humanity to demonic buns
Categories:
heartlessness, daughter, death, family, father,
Form:
Sonnet
Read all III or you will not see
I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not
stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul.
Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always
dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the
heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while
it was not a necessary death, it was going to
happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I
knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened
soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness
and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great
Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them
explained somatically, mathematically, and
ethically why it was going to happen, however, it
was still unnecessary. I was young, just the
blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate
not yet dry, I could not survive without my
mother, nor could they, but truth be known they
did not care. Yes, I had not historically great
years but even in my short tenure, I could see
the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in
her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid
circulating through her system was poisoned. Her
breath had the stench of decay and they would not
stop her going away. It was cancer I was told,
insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they
knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they
knew the cure and for this cancer it was not
harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with
reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a
simple one hundred percent cure.
(continued below The greatest disease II
Categories:
heartlessness, cancer,
Form:
Epic
Sometimes I think I should
identify more with Goldfinger
than with James Bond
A little heartlessness
is essential for survival
A pretty face
may hide
an evil heart
So keep your eyes open
and listen to Shirley sing
I plan on seeing "Skyfall" this week
while getting a LICENSED massage
Categories:
heartlessness, patriotic, political,
Form:
Classicism
L-live and let live they say,reverse becomes order of the day....health is
wealth.
I-N this world of bigotry and greed,where sages beg for crumbs out of the morons hands.
F-earing for death,death visits the bold who dare utter a word.
E-ntering into the dance of oblivion...feet clamp on spikes,as they whimper thru as drums and gong of poverty leads the way under the hand of night.
Night your hand is heavy on us!!
I-n this world,servants ride as lords walk,a norm it is where help is strange.Only hate and selfishness.....looking after one another a taboo it
becomes.Discarding where souls abode eternally.
S-eeing this foul thing! can the world be a better place? As eerie sounds pervade the darkness under whose cloak vices prevail to the detriment of the masses.
P-ly on the road of goodness,happiness it births forth drowning might of selfishness in the sea of selflessness.
R-out this vermin for mankind sake,all hands be on deck....what deck i ask?
E-rrors overlooked breeds regrets....diminishing life's value.
C-ries of help is neglected by those who claim to be good,charity begins at home they say.Personality and familiarity matter less if the call should be obeyed.
I-snt one's life worth living?
O-n this note as brotherly love comes in dispersing dark clouds gathering in this world which harbors suspicion,heartlessness,grudge,malice,racism,hypocrisy,let us embrace this call to love one another in its ramification.
U-shering in a new dawn with celebration,where one can say to another life is precious.
S-tructuring facets of life,hope is rekindled as what is due reaches all asundry.
Categories:
heartlessness, abuse, allegory, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Acrostic
MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS
So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow
surrounded by white with only one place to go
they were headed for a place where money could be made
but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid
spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes
each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies
ice picks, shovels and the all important implement
and none of these men deserve any form of compliment
footsteps bring them nigh to their prey
because this is a job with mighty good pay
it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart
with selfishness playing it's specious part
suddenly they come into vision at rest
just living snowballs about to face their final test
mallets and hammers paint the white with red
so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
heartlessness, angst, society,
Form:
Quatrain
THE GHOST BAR
gangrenous chains
rusted and burdensome
lambast the oak plank
etching ethereal gouges
the serpentine length drags
with warlike screams
ghoulish intensity
grabs each bony-disk
with heartlessness
the ice cold floor and
daggered eyes, seem
but a hallucination
to the drunken lot
but the barmaid sees!
she screams
as the breathless apparition
howls with wrathful laughter
she faints, fast and dreadful
the chains coil about his neck
in retribution for his act
yanking him about
the floor gives way like quicksand
and he plummets yet again
to certain death
covered by miles and miles of clanging chain
the barmaid’s brought about by salts
she tells the tale over and over again
until the legend of the ghost bar
becomes famous
detailed in rusty chains and eyes
...one peeks through
10/23/2017
Categories:
heartlessness, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
LAST FLIGHT
As a young bird I sang a whimsical tune that no one quite understood. Since my first departure, I never stopped flying not even in the most testing moments.
I was pushed from the nest without nurturing or training only neglect as I struggled vigorously flapping my wings then suddenly taking flight to an uncertain independence.
Some thought they heard the sweetest cry but sore were my wings in those turbulent skies. Though, always, asking myself why would anyone abash a tiny insignificant bird?
I flew with wings bruised and tattered by the heartlessness of others, while all I wanted was the chance to convey my story of a merciless journey.
Today my prayers ask only, ‘Will God raise me from up from under these clouds of crushing defeat with fractured bones and scarcity of feathers to take flight or shall I succumb to this final fall?’
I’ve never given up hope longing for an end to the relentless rains and impenetrable dust storms pounding against my shattered wings and spirit.
Many years ago you judged me as a painfully shy creature but my fate as a young bird forced me to fly or die in the grueling reality of lone survival.
Neither time nor error stopped this arduous flight rejected by immense winds, my heart always hiding high above clouds as the day’s blue skies went dark.
With so many fearful thoughts as I shiver perched alone in a lowly tree from my soul one question does pour out: “Is this my last flight?”
Slowly back in flight to a meager nest only to find I’ve lost a beloved kin, I no longer have a place of solace; surely this ill-timed loss has broken me.
If I’m no longer able to take to the sky this deeply worries me leaving behind my only fledgling and although he has his primary feathers I believe he still requires my loving guidance and protection.
Will I live to rejoice in my devotion and faithfulness to God? Or, have I fought this battle and prayed all the days of my life for an inconsequential conclusion!
As my last flight draws near, I implore dearest God to allow me dignity in that departure so that I can bestow a profound hope in others who continue to face the most severe of persecutions in this life.
Categories:
heartlessness, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
There is a minority force out there
one of evil and intent
disguised by enchantment and empathy,
within surging tides of coercion
steers one’s ever defiling poetry
of the predator,
those that crave to share one’s shadow
and constantly demand on return
a challenge to please one.
Yet
with words created in a
cynical brief of heartlessness from
gardens of perversity, cultivated
in domains of lies, untruth,
when a trigger-happy progression of rapidness
perfumed in eloquent penetration
aimed at one’s very soul.
Every
word every stanza to tug at the recipient
being delivered in poetry humaneness,
inflicting the aroma of fragrance to entice gullibility
before the enforcement to the nurtured
of a mature kind,
and the eventual trial of tempting innuendoes.
With
defloration complete,
here one reaches the pivot of reaction
the highway crossroads of decision,
a last chance to tread the right road
some will, some will not
those to fall into another’s perverted obscenity
to be ensnared, then scarred for life!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
heartlessness, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Cried out eyes crimson,
The only roses to my valentine
The mind’s shut up
The heart’s stirred up
Tearing through pain and doubt
Broken and shutout
To find the moon rock
Gone on a permanent lunar walk
Perfect silence
Noiseless
Motionless quietness
Emotionless stillness
An ambiance of loneliness
A quote to the loveless
Mindless
Moonless
All her shining glory gone
All my life’s glow’s done
My core was her poles
Now my dullness shows...pales
I wear an artificial shine
Shallowness of a superficial mine
The days are none eventful
My nights less lunarful
My revolution’s anticlockwise
My rotation’s otherwise
Deprived of her near side
I dwell in a dark side
Loveless
Moonless
Pitch blackness
Spewed with heartlessness
Sky painted with a tarred hand
Night spilled into a burning band
Your phases captivated me like a clenched fist
I beg to open up to quench love’s thirst
In the desert of a deserted moon walk
Eclipsed in the dark
Categories:
heartlessness, loneliness, moon, valentines day,
Form:
Free verse
A man so evil, his eyes are those of snakes.
His presence makes the occupants fill with rage,
But only to fear. Lots of fear.
His way is of the coyote, so sly with his pray.
My heart's desire may compel me; but I too also doubt.
God listen closely as I pray, for this just might be my last day.
I want to fly like a butterfly, with grace and peace.
I want prosperity, for this is my golden age.
An angel, I imagine is my desire;
For my life truly is horrid.
His heart is as cold as the dark side of the moon;
His fists are clenched with rage.
His voice carries though the skies,
For god himself can hear his screams.
The earth rumbles with him in tune to his shrieks.
A single tear on the face of the cosmos,
Falls into a eternal blackness.
A butterfly flies so graceful.
A smile on gods face would only prevail.
The stem of a feather from an angel's wings,
Resembles my heart.
No force on earth nor hell can compel.
I speak now with the end of days.
My demise.
A unknown force drives these emotions.
Not god, not satin,
Nor any being explain the sensation.
An old life must die,
for a new to be reborn.
Categories:
heartlessness, depressionearth, life,
Form:
Free verse