Best Merciless Poems
Rhinoceros and elephants
are hunted for their horns...
there are very few extant:
profit has a malicious intent!
Predators are to blame for the merciless
slaughtering...they attack these harmless,
huge animals grazing on the vast plains
of Africa: hear their cry in the wilderness!
For every animal they kill...
there should be a stiff penalty,
a punitive incarceration until
they realize their cruelty!
It's unlikely that this trade stops,
there'll be more mad hunters
who will terrify these creatures...
while they roam on dry pastures!
The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.
Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.
The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
There once was a wolf, who craved for food,
It had evil intentions, and never thought good.
One day it noticed six fluffy goats,
Took one of them and grabbed it by the throat.
Then went for the second and scorched it in a blaze,
And on the third goat it had set its gaze.
It ripped the third into pieces apart,
And ate the liver and chewed the heart.
Then took the fourth and dangled it high,
It shouted for help but no one heard its cry.
And soaked the fifth into water so chilling,
The poor little goat had died a death so thrilling.
The wolf grabbed the sixth and threw it down a pit,
Then smiled the merciless wolf, who hesitated not even a bit.
Depart! you monsterous
Creature,mercilessly
Devouring your victims.
Scanning your preying
Eyes in nook and cranny,
Searching and devising
havoc on souls...taking
Every chance,never
wavering,ruining lives
And deaths by your foul
Deeds.
"Oh! I have lost my
Investment,""my wasted
Efforts."These are some
Of the victims of your
Sinister devises.
Nation's economies have
Crumbled under your
Influence.
Many are
homeless,others Feed
through their nose.
You eat deeper than
Canker worms.
Your beguilr smiles is like
The Trojan horse
Ifnothing is done,you
Have the pecuniary
Advantage to your selfish
Satisfaction.
Sometimes I forget that I’m holding my breath,
the reason why;
until I begin to suffocate.
My chest begins to burn,
my vision un-tethered to
the spectrum slung toward it.
All I can see is a silhouette.
It looks like you walking through the door;
holding everything you took with you that
night when you said you had to go,
but would never forget the beat of my heart.
You’re holding it in your hands.
It’s writhing, and fighting to get loose;
but your nails dig in until blood spatters
its way out of my mouth.
"I’m back." you say.
And I gasp, taking in the violent rush
of air, that I had forgotten was there.
…now, unbridled and erratic,
unable to cope with your form.
I never thought I’d see you again.
But there you are.
Standing in the doorway.
Ready to finish it.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Merciless hunger,
How many lives of innocent children*
Have you to slaughter
For
The insatiable appetite of the voracious vultures of
Greed to appease?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 MARCH 2014
* According to the 2013, World Hunger and Poverty Facts and Statistics, more
than five million children die every year because of poor nutrition.
To that we must add the death of millions of adults who succumb to hunger
around the world!
INVITATION: In the name of humanity, let us ask ourselves if there is something we could do to help, each one in his own way and according to his means!
In this merciless city,
There is no place for a love so true.
In this merciless city,
It is a crime to love.
Here, love is considered a taboo.
In this merciless city
A teardrop makes up for a desire.
In this merciless city,
Love is playing with fire.
Merciless cruelty is
A mouthful of pain and a stomach gorged with flesh.
The earth’s lungs falling for rapacious sustenance.
Hearts burdened with the corpulent lard.
Savage suffering of the innocent.
Merciless cruelty is
A morality tale unheard or ignored emanating disease.
Contemptuous opulence of one above those afflicted.
Karmic solutions from the atmosphere result.
No regret perforates those minds.
Merciless cruelty.
On my bones, insecurity was carved with a chisel, deep and merciless,
And on my skin, you tattooed doubt, like an artist of shadow and suffering,
Your steps left imprints on my soul, like paths lost in the mist,
You injected fear into my spine, a bitter venom coursing through my veins.
You stabbed—stabbed—stabbed my heart until I bled dry,
Then you left, but the dagger remained deeply embedded in my fragile essence,
I see your face everywhere, pushing the dagger into the core of my being,
But I cannot bleed, for I am a corpse, a forgotten fragment of love.
I cannot cry, for I am a cloud that has forgotten how to weep over the earth,
I am just a person, forgetting what it's like to be touched by the gentle wings of love,
With each step, I sink deeper into the shifting sands of time,
I try to cling to anyone, but there is no one, just immense silence.
And so I hold onto the burning light that pierces through my sad window,
I dig my nails into it, clutching it like a promise that will not leave,
But the moon must shine, and the night must spread its silent mantle,
The mark of the betrayer has colored me red, a red that cannot be washed away.
The mark of the betrayer left me dead, suffocated by words never spoken,
The mark of the betrayer left a melancholy that cannot be driven away by light,
The betrayer has gone, the betrayer has gone, but why—why has the fear not left?
Why does insecurity rot my flesh, and doubt shake my marrow?
Why am I still untouched by love, a soul lost in the labyrinth of forgetfulness?
The betrayer has gone, and with them, love extinguished, leaving only shadows.
I can still hear the rumbling and drilling sound of the machine rubbing against the trees, and the dust absorbing the penitent wisdom of the futile murder scene. The loop bends solemnly underneath the fence and the rope swinging pitifully from the mercury head. I can still hear desperate voices calling out for help as I watched the traffic parachuting a hundred miles per hour along the forbidden edge, and the music playing softly in the deep resonating a message that is very unique. I kept following the sound hoping that it would take me where nature is bound but the cloud hanging above the mystical ocean without questions has suddenly become my innate passion and discovered the hidden wealth bottled up within me.
I stood on top of the pinnacle, and watched them scrambling around tirelessly in the open dessert, and the sweltering heat hitting against their bareback and perspiration dripping from their make shift frocks. As far as the light in my eyes could reach I behold glimpses of shadows strolling in long line across the desert resting occasionally on borrowed time. As the night presses upon their head, torches of hope pushes them along relentlessly into the open bed but destiny opens is arm.
It’s not the sound that perplexed me, it is the messages that it saturated in the air round about me, and the distance sounds disseminating in the open space is preparing me for another race, and in the middle of it all
my spirit still stands tall. The wind drifts slowly along with the blind folded figure head singing a deceptive song, the drilling is in the rhythm the knocking is in the singing, and the hymn is wearing a shoe that has screws.
The chronicle has disappeared, and the hopping, and the skipping the mocking and the jeering reappeared, a decade of unused stones piled up in a sitting gown wearing a brand new crown. They come from Denmark and they come from France and in the middle of Viking spree the Norwegians, sweated in the third degree. I could have penetrated the sound from the musical clowns but the timeless music from the street ascended into the hills, and captures the moment with a sudden chill and the merciless wind arose from the ground and cover the street with human bones.
The Moon and the night companion,
March for the same journey
The journey of sky,
The Moon fills her solitude with the promises
Promises of lifetime togetherness and love,
and the night flaunts on his promises with the air’s verse,
Unblemished each other
The moon is languid without her,
And night is sombre without him
How moron are both of them
Don’t realise that their fate holds the new moon
See God has become a schemer,
Then how his creation the human could remain untouched by his flair,
Yes, the new moon will be repeated
Whenever two lovers will swear up of life time togetherness and love,
And then a group of God’s intellectual creation will put two lovers into the dark of loneliness…
Listen I tell you
As time goes by,
The songbirds tune
Becomes a melancholy cry.
Watch as the skin
Becomes wrinkled and worn,
For the fabric of time
Can never be torn.
Feel the memories
Fade away,
The sunny blue skies
Become a cloudy grey.
Time, precious time,
Is all that I need,
Oh time, why must you fly
At such a speed?
Oh, my merciless muse, why do you hide?
Your silence is deafening, your absence a void.
I long to feel your presence, to see your face,
To hear your voice whispering in my ear.
Loose your lips, dear muse, and let your words flow,
Let them dance upon my tongue, a symphony of sound.
Guide me through the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Teach me how to find the rhythm of my heart.
Wave your wisp of hair from your eyes,
And reveal to me the secrets of your art.
Teach me how to soar on wings of imagination,
How to paint pictures with the colors of my soul.
Oh, merciless muse, be my guide,
take me on a journey deep inside.
Where words are born and dreams come alive,
and the beauty of the world can truly thrive.
Lyrics slip away unsung,
As I struggle to find the right note,
The perfect chord to match the emotion,
To express the feelings that weigh on my soul.
Wrap me in your embrace, let me feel your power,
As I surrender to you, in this darkest hour.
Let your essence seep into my soul,
And guide me to write, to reach my ultimate goal.
With you by my side, I’ll never be alone,
As we walk the shores of poesies, unknown.
Your immortal kiss, a sweet nectar divine,
Will infuse my words, and make them truly mine.
Fill the emptiness within me, oh muse so fair,
And let my song ring out, with a voice that’s rare.
Let it echo through the stars, and to the end of time,
For with you as my muse, my poetry will forever shine.
Come and talk to me, heart of my heart,
Be my breath, be my soul, and never depart.
Together, we’ll make magic, with words as our guide,
And with each passing moment, we’ll soar far and wide.
They dwell in a far off dry wood,
Browse but on hardy grass no good,
Drink left o’er water in restraint,
Even then, poor deer do get slain.
Who can amuse men of mean mood?
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Translation |19.10.2024|men, deer, please
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Here it says: ever scared of men, deer dwell far off in the forest, browse on hardy grass, and drink water left over for them. Even then they are hunted down by men. Who can please, placate these ruthless men? The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Vasanti aranyeshu, charanti doorvaah,
pibanti toyaan a-parigrahaani |
Tathaa api vadhyaa harinaa naraanaam,
kah lokam aaraadhayitum samarthah ||