Best Pitying Poems

I sit here alone...wondering...how much longer this...and in hearing 
the question a silent icy fear blankets my body...the answer would 
come wearing both masks...tragedy...comedy...this is my life....

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"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors...

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I hardly noticed the first tiny crack, 
through the deluge of tears I cried.
Perhaps too numb to feel the sting of pain
or the fissure exposing...

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Thank you Ma, for not imposing your thoughts on me
You let me listen to myself.

Thank you Ma, for not thrusting your beliefs on me,
You let...

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Ive danced with the devil a thousand times,
disowned my family and commited crimes,
lost relationships and lived on the street,
and still i would not accept defeat.

Ive...

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Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated 
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her...

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Children give me pitying stares,                    ...

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 Happy Valentines Day ... or for the rest of us
              ...

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My heart is poinsettia red,
You have filled it with Your own dear blood,
My love in return to all others spread,
None do You exclude, tho you...

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Dear Self,

I'm oh so sorry I let you down, so many uncountable times
Sorry I ignored your cries and pretended I didn't hear them, though they...

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We will be the trustees of life's passions...
The villas of villainous Rome are burning behind me
from Capua to the Cisalpine Alps the skyline is smoldering...

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Should you fear the difference in me
Should you fear the depth of my essence
Should you fear the unfamiliar personality
The independent nature, the unusual originality
Pray, lower...

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What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was...

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I wish she were dead

If she were dead
May be then i could have
Had enjoyed her lie by me
As deep nights surround us.

If she were dead
May...

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KUTUB MINAR

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