Best Pity Poems

Looking through my tainted window of gloom

grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow

impatiently wanting  life to resume,

will things change, get better tomorrow, 

sure that  grass was greener the other side,

not walking a mile in your well trod shoes 

now ashamed looking for somewhere to...

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I will begin my story with this concise summary,
Of the amazing things that have happened to me;

After I had lost a home, where I'd lived my life long,
So they could build a highway, for the busy throng!

The city had emminent domain, and so it was...

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I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity. 
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people  who have hurt me .I was literally 
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all ...

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After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!

But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot,
Like a beaver zealously builds his dam, by any means...

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I just had a heart to heart
With my friend the moon
Says he misses the two of us
And wonders what became of me and you

Says he misses the both of us
On our nightly strolls up lovers lane
Of course he misses us more at night
But still knows...

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Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive rhetoric.

And Poetry,
before you may adore her,
must first be freed
from those...

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Taking that heart for granted, he's got alot of nerve,
In her heart she knows he does not deserve,
He rides his pity train just to get attention,
He uses and manipulates, all for his own intentions,
Does not know a thing about love, yet he cries his lonesome...

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Harlot rides the scarlet colored beast,
 "the rich, fat cats having a feast.” 
Come now ten horns of ten fables
Loose the yokes of uneven gables

Babylon, Babylon the great
Ten nations shall furnish your plate
Mystery Babylon the great
Economic icon is greed’s mate

Mother of all mothers the harlot
Bloody...

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Pity my city
I pity my city there is no dignity in this city
There is no justice no freedom
Street children in a locked hall, shocking
County council overworking
The city must be clean so some humans are garbage
Some are cabbage, the garbage pay the damage
No houses sleep on...

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Echoes of days gone by
Dreams once held high
Disgrace now fills that space
 Desolate ... 

Of all the roads to choose
A dead end
As we pass around the bend

A chosen  thrill
As you came in for the kill 
Every Man Has Free Will

 Pity.......

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I had the decorations each hung up there to see,
The music I had chosen was in the minor key.
The lighting was quite special--not bright, but very dim
To greet each one who came there as they came walking in.
I sent out invitations to everyone I knew
Each...

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Somehow you flew in and hid
Right under my toilet lid
Ouite sure you were dead
'Little pest!' I said
Pity the poor Katydid!

Saw a leg twitch, God forbid
Guess what I done-gone-and-did?
'Okay, my green lass
Go die in the grass'
Pity the poor Katydid!

*** Katydids are harmless bright green insects with...

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There's no party for pity. 
 Question the absurdity. 
 Friends, use discretion 
 if you get an invitation. 
 It's counterfeit. 
 Don't believe it. 
 Don't RSVP, 
 if you receive it. 
 Discard immediately. Don't contemplate. 
 It'll lead you nowhere. Don't...

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Another blissful day in the darkness
Forced to be here against  our wishes
Dragged into your chosen  nightmare of happiness 
Blinded by my heartfelt kisses
I guess it was fun for you when I didn't know 
Juggling became your sport
You never thought you would get caught
...

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In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease

I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay...

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