Cruelly Poems - Poems about Cruelly

...American madness, a fury unbound, A lost nation teeters beyond solid ground. We've crossed the stark line, flags droop low and still, The hour grows late; has reason lost its will? I walk as a ......

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... i miss the way she looked at me i miss the way she held my hand i miss the softness of her cheek i miss the games and girlish laughter i miss the passion in her day i miss the time she'd s......

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... Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones, At the café where steaming cups held time hostage, Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity. A young American, as if scul......

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...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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...Foundation. If your higher self had a voice, what would it say? Something like below, I hope. Salute. Title: Be a Warrior. Mirroring from the Abyss. (A lone voice whispers) My nam......

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...Augury; a sign of what will happen in the future; an omen: Complacent the night lays above, Unsure what the darkness lies of Corners, cracks, and fields Lies only the beasts that yield Befor......

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...No walls beat; it is the heart within my own chest. Turn the key; open wide; you look a bit distressed. The pulse inside my own chest, a throbbing mess. Pick it up; won’t you massage it with fine......

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...They knock the little buildings down, Replacing them with towers, For giant corporations hold Those taking-over powers. The neighborhood has much less sun And character and charm, Plus traffi......

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...Is there a word for when you love something because it is horrible and it's horrible because it's true, and specifically, because it's you? That's why my chosen album cover adorns, probably, a ......

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...How many heartbreaking wounds, Though it may not be visible on the outside. one day the wound should be opened, Otherwise, the pus all over the body will spread. The “orphanage” is what t......

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... Twenty years since you left. Sometimes I wonder-- what was your purpose in my life? Did the universe send you to help me navigate the depression that gripped me so cruelly? Or, were y......

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...It was sometime during the 1940s George Orwell wrote the acclaimed novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four, a book exposing a societal condition of pure hell. The policy of draconian control has never meant ......

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...I once had a PE teacher from Lille, who cruelly knew how to make me feel like the sweaty, old rag stuffed in her scuffed gym bag to hide her cigs and butt plug of steel.......

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...The man who was meant to love me the most, Hurt me the deepest—how cruelly ironic, isn’t it? Was it because I mirrored your face, Or because I echoed the innocence stolen from you? Perhaps it......

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...presently, the patch of an eye, one seeing, the other believing; and the bite of a bunny above a lip - such a dangerous deliverance. presently, the Winter witch, pricks fingers, which crack and......

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