Best Hurtfully Poems
Jesus did teach us to turn the other cheek,
But never suggested we ought to be weak
In those instances of obvious wrongdoing
He sent the moneychangers gelt strewing,
And he called out the miserable hypocrite
In the strongest of language, as he saw fit.
Keeping the peace is good, I certainly agree,
But not at the expense of a bully’s spree,
Who goes about inflicting pain unchecked,
Comes the time when they must be decked.
For bullying indicates feelings of superiority
While it actually cloaks an inner inferiority.
We need to show bullies they’re not “all that,”
Sometimes it calls for knocking off their hat.
Letting them know we will be calling their bluff
When we are fed up with their hateful stuff,
Not allowing them to feign self-righteousness
As they hurtfully nose into another’s business.
It is always preferable to be meek and mild
But not when an adult acts like a spoiled child
Taking pleasure in causing others’ distresses
Probably struggling with their own sad messes
And acting like their way is the only way
While refusing to allow their victims a say!
Written December 8, 2022
Categories:
hurtfully, anti bullying, bullying, perspective,
Form:
Couplet
One ,Won, Once
By Chuck Keys
Brightness can be blinding
With your eyes closed
Or with your eyes open.
Darkness can be blinding
With your eyes closed
Or with your eyes open.
As a driveway needs a parked car,
Does color make a difference? Hurtfully
Yes. Yet, we're all the same.
Can a green pepper ever be red?
Or should the
Red pepper be yellow? Color again.
Can't stop hearing that surface beat. Loudly.
It’s constant and demanding, with
Painful colors.
Can you hear it too? It’s so loud,
Obvious. Audaciously clear,
Mostly passed over.
We all bleed red;
Cry tears,
Love, fear,
Hate, ache,
Want, need,
Eat, drink, chew,
Live and die, regardless,
Same insides.
Crayons are different colors,
We want them all, in one box.
A complete set.
Separate is never equal.
When we become one
Only one is won.
Once should be f ‘ever.
© Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved
Categories:
hurtfully, friendship, history, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
cheers to us and the many places we have been
here is to us the lions relaxing in their dens
three cheers for the memories our lives will never be the same
one thing to remember we have only ourselves to blame
as we toasted a small want filtered out through my face
I again didn't surface untill that want became fate
possabilities begain to surface as my concious ran vain
I once again wanted to reclaim you for my mate
my emotions hurtfully started a small pain in my side
I felt my thoughts were thrashed about openly
caught outside of my mind, played upon surgicaly
so they matched the pain in my side, the ones I was trying to hide
so heres a toast to approaching this openly getting caught in the tide
I feel so mischievious again wanting to be your bride
Categories:
hurtfully, angel, baby, for him,
Form:
Free verse
Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove
Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does
Categories:
hurtfully, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
At last truth uncovered, my life to keep
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
Realization dawns, head reels pulse slows – weep
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Spewing fountains a gargoyle, I fall asleep
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Losing him, unknown future lies ahead
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
Categories:
hurtfully, abuse, anxiety, courage, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
" Sad Falling Tears "
A sadness overcomes me while laying in bed
no one to see these tears that I hurtfully shed
broken hearted thoughts is all thats in my mind
leaving the precious memories all so far behind.
These broken hearted thoughts will not pass by
trying to move forward with some happiness I try
you were my protector, my love, my everything
until you decided on that sinful wild fling.
Pressing forward to journey where nothing seems fair
wondering what happened to the love we did share
fading memories of you are falling out of my heart
forever to feel this pain from when we did part.
The sad memories are dancing deep inside of my soul
I have fallen further than a six foot deep hole
I am trying to get out but with very little hope
I just don't know how that I am going to cope.
I once believed that I saw some love in your eye
even a romantic heartbeat with a happy sigh
your love has proven to me the worst of my fears
there is no one here to dry these Sad Falling Tears...
Penned By MPK
Categories:
hurtfully, lost lovesad, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Great Dragons, just a myth
in our minds, imaginative or
forgotten overtime? How do
we truly know such fire breathing
creatures have not chosen to
stay hidden from mankind?
Due to olden time tradition these
great Dragons were slain by knights.
Maybe these majestic Dragons
chose to take flight from this plight.
Hurtfully made out to be fierce fire
breathing beasts, without a thought
for the true Dragon heart beating
inside.
Categories:
hurtfully, fire, heart, magic, mythology,
Form:
I should have let it go,
theunkind words they spoke
the phrases unjustly, hurtfully said
but you know me...
My mind thinks and mulls the words
over and over again.
They churn like whipped shakes and malts
until they begin to overflow.
Before realized, they spill over
onto counter tops and make a mess.
Cleanup doesn't serve me well
as the disliked stickiness is spread
Soon, everyone around sees and knows
that thing they said -
I should have let it go,
Categories:
hurtfully, anger, friend, words,
Form:
Elegy
It comes with a jagged dagger flashing in the moonlight!
Teeth, sharp, like a mad dog showing!
Howling with a jackal's gruff, stiff hair in the wind blowing.
To destroy honor and integrity with vicious attacks.
All endless and hurtfully, ongoing.
Humiliating any with its filthy, bloodied, toenails growing.
His path, one drawn by jealousy, and pretentious clown boyishness, a strolling.
Beware this jackal wearing the face of Christ that's throwing....
Comments to harm any loving and truthful poet.
His harm done with evil-spiteful, vicious knowing.
February 19, 2020
3pm PST
** never wrote a Dark poem before like this**
IN HONOR OF ALL DECENT POETS HERE WHO BEAR
THE SCARS OF THE JACKAL, BUT SURVIVED!!!!
Categories:
hurtfully, anti bullying, poets, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
JUST WRONG
Throughout my life’s journey, I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,
The things that chose the path of my destiny,
the path of life towards my Philanthropy
I saw at a grocery parking lot,
a young girl with an old lady, weather seething hot,
Swearing and belittling her own grandmother
a berating like I’ve never heard no other.
I saw a man mercilessly beating his dog,
Two policeman beating two black boys in a fog,
I saw in an abandoned parking lot,
Two parents stripping branches that they each had got,
Their teen daughter screamed out in the rear of their car,
As they both administered lashes and a life altering scar.
I saw a man teaching his 3 year old how to read,
His badgering comments spoken, made my heart bleed,
A black child in her classroom, smart as a whip,
Raising hands, trying to answer, yet constantly skipped,
And when overcome with dejection, hurtfully cried,
Seeing the favor upon the others her goddess teacher applied.
Scolded and made to feel she was a problem child,
Became jealous and disruptive and labeled wild.
I saw a tearful mother slapped by her child,
Fearfully tempered her voice pleading, all the whole while.
Seemingly entirely vacant of parental authority,
Asking her child’ “Please behave. You’re embarrassing me.”
These things and things alike, are all around,
indicative of a morale that is utterly cast down,
Our country spirals into a very dangerous spin,
As our society implodes by it’s poverties within,
Yet seemingly more powerful than money, political ability,
Leading our country into hatred and moral senility,
And the power of the stars, called celebrities,
Swaying all of America living, with heroic hypocrisies,
Yet the true heroes are struggling, and are underpaid,
And seem to be outnumbered by the media wave.
I just have to believe as in this life I go along,
That I am more than just a witness of what’s, just wrong.
Categories:
hurtfully, change, community, corruption, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Scarlet scars , an open wound
would summarize this ordeal of suicidal tendencies
damaged , the skin bares all frustrations
giving into temptation once to end deppression
and such destruction might've avoided past difficulties
by arousing suspicion
yet it's what treatment can't heal
fears clearer to caring eyes,then to herself
and an inherant wealth of personal pain
weighed hurtfully...emotional gravity...heart vacancy
relatives' deaths and unrealized dreams
pretentious display,is the envogue manner
keeping conversational inappropriates hidden
Her social diet quiet meditation ,journaling ,
asian tea and ancient medecinals
experimentation's spiritual
hoping their chemistry could suppress or at least ease insanity
yet impatience proves otherwise..narcotic overdose
to no one's suprise , modern news kills shock value
which death's your pleasure
the wiser transcend...human error
Categories:
hurtfully, death, social,
Form:
Narrative
Shining Son.
Mum, can you see me?
Can you see what I’ve done?
Do you understand I wouldn’t,
Be here, without you mum.
Dad, are you looking?
Smoking your Player’s fags
Rubbing your chest like you
Used to, look at me, now, dad.
The rumours always abounding.
You didn’t want me around.
It’s no longer hurtfully astounding.
Some babies just aren’t planned.
All the things you did I remember.
The poverty, jealousy and the lies.
I’ve let all the malice go now.
Understand your shocked surprise.
But of course, I’ll never know.
Just exactly how you felt.
I see the holes in our carpet.
And my heart begins to melt.
I know you had dreams dad
Mum’s sewing could’ve been more.
You both stuck it out together.
Blooded plasters, on festering sores.
So, I’ve competed but never won.
I’ve tried and dreamed just like you.
I’m grateful, you had one last passion.
And created me, your shining son.
Categories:
hurtfully, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Time is slowly moving past
Joy is slipping from my grasp
Days bring nothing but sad thoughts
Losing you, but at what cost
Mistakes, regrets fill up my head
Things I should have done instead
Words did not come out so right
I let you go, you held on tight
Took over by insanity
I just wanted to be free
I wasn't even worrying
About you or the feelings
That I hurtfully attacked
Words of power fully packed
Saying things that didn't lack
The meanness that cut right through
Making you depressed and blue
Thinking of myself and leaving
You weren't the only one grieving
Your pain is no longer there
No more crying lonely tears
Your at peace, but I am not
I'm living with the hardest part
Of my selfishness so long
And the blame since you've been "gone"
Categories:
hurtfully, betrayal, love hurts, miss
Form:
Rhyme
“I JUST WANT TO BE IN COMPLANCE”
So you stroll up to your only connection and whisper, “yo, you straight?”
Which in an addicts parlance means “you got anything good or great?”
He shivers for the icy cold and I shake waiting for his answer
And I’ll tell you, instead of being an addict I’d rather have cancer
“Yeah man but,” and it’s his but that hurtfully hits you
Because it’s always something thoroughly untrue
“Yeah, this stuff is as good as good ever gets”
Well were I a betting man I wouldn’t take any bets
“listen,” said the man with relief in his hand
And he knows that what’s going on I understand
He goes on “my usual connection charged me a little more green”
While standing there in the shadows looking at a an actor in a screwed up scene
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But his “ but” makes you feel as if you just watched your old dog die
So I’ll give you three guesses to tell me my reply
Yeah, right, he had to raise the price due to inflation
No, he simply mistook stupidity for desperation
He knows I didn’t cop yesterday enough to last for today
And he knows all about the demons I wish would pass away
So instead of my usual twelve I only get eight
And no, there ain’t no manufacturer’s rebate
Imagine you’re a slave to something so strong it cannot be cut
While he and I both know who obeys whose commands
It’s something that when you don’t have it can metaphorically rip out your gut
So you’ve a habit, no dope, so wouldn’t you comply with any of his demands?
(2011)……Phreepoetree
Categories:
hurtfully, angstme,
Form:
Quatern
Old men uniquely
Stare timelessly down lower
Eyes fault hurtfully
Russell Sivey
Categories:
hurtfully, life,
Form:
Haiku