Best Ruthless Poems
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
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Within the simple heartbeat prowls a spell
Which hunts a tender cage in which to dwell
To resonate its richness: share its thrall
And claw dank loneliness from chosen voids.
It is a predator, and rest assured
Creature for which we pine is just as fell
As any carnivore of which they tell:
For mercy not in repertoire at all.
It strikes in seedy club and idyll dell
And tears internal organs, hope smoke-cured,
From bloody carcases as once it buoyed
Such viscera on optimistic swell.
It’s not that beast will drag all hearts to hell;
It merely rings for “self” that last death knell.
Love that burns brighter than the sun
The greatest story but still coming undone
Love that falls faster than the rain
The epic story that will leave so much pain
I want my love to be a masterpiece
That no one could ever resist to miss
Too much hoping to find the lucky one
To be inspired again and have so much fun
They keep telling you're a hopeless romantic
That you're just insane and you're so sick
They have been so pathetic and cruel
When all you want is to feel so well
I changed a lot and I know that
But I still love you like how I love math
I don't want to be the same
And I ever don't mind about the fame
Mastering the essence of falling into love
Cause it seems so good like feeling alive
Holding for something that is not for sure
Wishing someday you'll be here and be my cure
I won't be following you around
Even if your voice is the only sound
Love is a ruthless game
But don't be ashamed to show that you can't be tame
The merciless judgment
where the fruit fell
subject to decay
~
Trembling in the fight
from root to crown
hurtful and bitter
~
Fateful
in strong storm
causing chaos
~
With a sticky hand
at the end of the dance
blowing south
28/09/2021
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How I wish for that cold and flinty stare
the one that tells you 'I don't care'
to hold another, at arm's length
would seem to need so little strength
But, I am weak and've not the heart
it seems it takes, to show no heart
I've trembled, quaked and even quivered
when the time required that I deliver
a simple no; or not today
a trivial act; a slight delay
Instead I bear this morbid need
to supplicate; to please, to bleed
apologies and explanations
the most sincere substantiations
Do they make the deed seem so less
than these sins that I must now confess?
I've prayed to God to make me feared
not loved, respected, nor revered
Alas, he did not make me ruthless,
I'm cursed to live my life, still toothless
As time reached and
Survived me
Out of the hand's of Inequity
The meaning of
My being of
-Thee-
Making of the concept
Of God hath humbled
Me
Streching all of the
Outer-bounds'
Of reality
GF
ruthless are
the powers that be
controlling
the substance
withholding
the cure
growing
the means
feeding
the addiction
saving none
burying all
Clustered is my mind, like the clouds in the darkest form,
Wild are my emotions, as if they lost their entire norm.
Runs the realization of sheer abhorrence, in my veins,
No words can sooth my life’s most excruciating pains.
You could not understand, I always perused to be decent,
May be that’s my fault, a flaw in me of being innocent.
I loved you! I wanted million moments with you to cherish,
All I expected was your love, but you made my feelings completely perish.
Tried my level best, to change myself and be the one you can be enclave,
Tired of trying, as every time I died within, for simply being your slave.
Blur is my vision; the route is surrounded by deadly beast,
My life has become a lost way, one in the dark forest of mist.
Here again I ask the same question, to destiny in its complete form,
Will I be rescued with the ray of love, or will I be lost in this ruthless storm…
-‘panchi’ Panchal Hitesh D.
O Ruthless Fate
Why are you so partial??
Look at those small hands
Mopping the floor
Sweeping the corridor
Picking the garbage
Bearing all that burden
A small kid
With a soiled face,
disheveled hair,
running nose
and a ragged exterior…
Only thing shining
are those eyes
Those striking ,gleaming eyes
Filled with dreams
Dreams of change of fate
Alas! We humans
have messed up our lives
Have no courage
to lend a helping hand
So, O my dear, dear fate
Do something for such kids
Or else, bestow us with courage
To stand up for once
To let these buds bloom
Into smiling flowers
With groomed interiors
And exteriors
Or else in no time
Will even these eyes
lose their sheen…….
The truth is having its time
As I sit and write the mindless wanderings of a weighted heart
My boy drives
farther
and farther down a highway I will soon know of
Glancing around a haunted apartment
A balcony
Mocking
Two empty chairs
Ghosts facing one another
Sharing a breeze
A kitchen cluttered
Lazy pots resting on lazy pans
The whites of eggs now hard against a dirty counter
The batter of a cake half had falls down like laughter
Into a bed fit for one but perfect for two
A blanket
Stained; with a welcoming passion
A Frisbee that holds a person
Red aluminum towers of cheer hide away daily life
Left in the trash
A pile of dirty memories
Smiles
kept hair full of fingers
A gift given
A stereo full of Gypsy Gods
Mindless of a growing inside
New secrets now kept
the colorful, condescending cat sat on a meaty, meaningful mat while eating a repugnant, ruthless rat
the caring, contented cat sat on this a mangy, murderous mat while eating a remarkable, rough, ruthless rat
the clean, clear cat sat on a mellow, while coughing up huge horrific, heaved hairballs magical mat after digesting it…
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
drops drip
from leaky tap
plonking annoying plunks
that bore holes in your peace, shattered
Must Stop!
Time is not our master; it's our measure.
I watch the hands that sweep the face,
one second at a time.
While contemplating minutes passed,
they’re silent, as a mime.
The crawl of time is ruthless, and
considers others not.
Ignores life’s circumstances, plus
inhibits peaceful thought.
The mysteries of time abound.
All secrets so well kept.
I cannot understand its scope,
my reasoning, inept.
Time won’t move fast, it won’t move slow,
so steady is its pace.
Perception’s how it seems to flow,
its dust I can’t erase.
I know not when the clock will halt,
and move no more for me.
But when it does, I'll move into
The Lord’s eternity.
There are no days in God’s domain.
He measures time in love.
My journey ends when I’m secure
in His sure hands above.
I called you my Ruth,
but you refused Ruth to Root
Your name is like a silver spoon,
but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal
You are Ruthless from birth
You have no Root called Ruth.
I prefer to stand strong on the ground,
but you've sent a strong wind to uproot me
Forcing me to change my name from Ruth to Root
But you've never allowed your friend to change his name from Ghost to Spirit
Thereby eating the Corn from Maize.
I'm a humble bee,
But do not allow me Be
For the Charity is now Vanity
Taking the van to eternity
Refusing to kiss the Jesus Cross
but received a certificate of kissing your man's cross.
I have traveled to Cross River,
thereby crossing the river with cross
Visiting Ruth in the Rootless state,
Causing the head to bow like a respected axe.
Dear Ruthless,
allow me to visit you at University of Calabar
Where i will gain admission to study calabash in the University
Traveling from Owerri to Taliban
To uproot the repented Bokoharam whose name are not Ruth but Rootless in nature...
“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked.
"Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you." he replied.
Silence pronged, lips touched, but this time he could not close his eyes.