Cruel Poems

STOLEN VALOR CRUEL AND VERY CRIMINAL INTENT 101 AIRBORNE SCREAMING EAGLES

STOP STOLEN VALOR AGAINST DISABLED WAR HEROS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND MY WONDERFUL WAR HERO EXPERIENCING A HORROR NO MILITARY FAMILY SHOULD EVER ENDURE AFTER SEVERAL BREAK INS HOME INVASIONS RIPPING DOCUMENTS FROM VIETNAM DEVESTATION COMPLETE DEVESTATION CALMING HIM AFTER RETURNING FROM MY OWN HEART DOCTOR I IN COMPLETE AFIB HEART RACING HE

Slipping away

My head crashes to the desk.
Flashbacks—oh, so cruel.
A hammering heart, a desperate soul,
I reach to touch you…
But you vanish.
I run to you, but you’re always faster,
Slipping away again.
“Come back,” I scream.
He says,
“No, I don’t love you… I never really did.”
Silence. I stop running.
“No… no.”
Sobs break free.
My chest feels hollow—
Not from grief,
But from the absence of

Souls are delicate, and words are cruel

Souls are delicate, like threads of mist,
They bend with sorrow, they break with a twist.
Words strike like stones, careless and cold,
Cracking the quiet where secrets unfold.

A whisper can wound, a silence can burn,
Once spoken, the harsh ones never return.
They echo inside like a haunted refrain,
Leaving behind invisible pain.

 So handle with care the hearts that

Cruel Jewel

Sign of new tomorrows?
The old ones may just say.
Agony, pain, sore sorrows!
Doubt, dread and dismay!

Wilted flower, came the rain?
Death, ye did disdain!
Thunderbolts across the main!
Blighted by the bane!

Soar above us, carrion crow!
Dappled light, thy roe...
Weathervane, point well to woe?
Reap just what ye sew.

Thus in springtime, new and strong.
Elders, ye belong?
O for heroes without song!
Sin's light,

Cruel fate nixed our sites set for buying a hoagie

Cruel fate nixed our sites set for buying a hoagie

Yours truly and the wife
tended to some errands,
which included going
to the Limerick,
Pennsylvania Citizens Bank
for me to rectify
an erroneous address
indicating I Matthew Harris
purportedly and presently domiciled at:
96 West Miner Street
(and whereinthehellis)
Coaldale, Pennsylvania
18218-1017
which address listed after viewing
online banking screen
indicating Good morning,
afternoon or evening,
then scrolling down
to sought after preference

Silence of the West

 

Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings 

That once were homes safe and welcoming. 

Schools where children were learning, 

Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing. 

 

Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire, 

Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers. 

Such a wailing of grief rose to the

cruel masters

sometimes there are cruel masters
who sneer and inflict pain for no reason at all.
i do not know where they come from — why do they come at all — or where they go
and so i am always afraid. 
today i awoke and felt anxious and sad
i wondered, “will it get worse?”
the sunlight is pure truth
and

A tale is told of a cruel man

A tale is told of a cruel man
who once cast a stone at a righteous dervish’s head.
The poor man, too meek to strike back,
picked up the stone and kept it close?—?
waiting.

Time passed.
The king, angered by that cruel man’s misdeeds,
cast him into a bottomless, dark pit.
The dervish came to the edge,
aimed?—?
and hurled the same stone down

Cruel Fate

HE~

He has met her before

He knows that

Maybe once or twice 

Yet, where and when he is just not sure


SHE~

He is in good spirits today

I think he remembers me

Yet , yesterday he asked my me name

Shouted at me to go away


TOGETHER~

Fifty-three years wed

A loving , happy marriage 

Kindred spirits, best friends

Now , strangers navigating the unknown

cool, cruel curse

moon …

beams that burn -
that turn my surgings to slag
my teeth to serrations,
hungering …
can those silly sentients not see the
verity in my veneration, you?
do they truly think it’s only art, 
only … verse?
that my blood runs in
these inky scratchings alone?
‘why pen these dark tales with such legitimacy -
such … clear scope?’
oh … why, indeed!
for were

Cruel Cutting Comments

A poetry virgin... that was me
going through a purple patch,
a dismal dark period in life
Desperately needing an outlet
to focus on instead of the now...
this trying time I had to endure

I joined Poetry Soup to have fun
My ultimate aim was just
to bring a smile to others.
But 'HE' couldn’t stand the fact
that what I called my simple

Not Knowing

Not knowing is scary,
	It’s unnerving.

I wonder everyday where you are
	And how you’re doing,
		And if there’s a new me in your life.

But you said there’s no one like me.
	Was that a lie?
		It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied.

The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you.
	Such a sad thought.
		That only way I remember

The World Has Been Cruel to You, Yet There Is Still Beauty and Meaning That Comes from You as Well

The wind has bruised your tender face,
And winter wrote upon your brow—
Yet in your eyes, I still can trace
A fire the world could not put out.

The stars have watched you weep alone,
Their silver light a cold caress,
But from your soul a song has grown
That sorrow could not quite suppress.

You move through thorns with quiet grace,
The

Winter's Cruel kiss

She's out of this world, thinking of no one but herself,
The pain she caused on that fateful day,
A forgotten wound that refuses to heal,
A heartless queen, selfish in her own way."
In the shadows of her mind, the memories linger on,
The day she chose to shatter his heart,
A decision made without thought or care,
A broken prince,

Cold heart

The heat from my hand
The fire within my eyes
How cold is my heart?

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