Cruelty Poems - Poems about Cruelty

A person at times can feel like they are a casualty of cruelty, at least in some small way or other. Some attacked my early writing. Their scathing reviews I can’t forget, yet I persisted doing what I do. Not letting oneself feel defeated is the only way to continue - but your cruelty, my love, hurt worse. You did not want to read...

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The radiant shine leaves your aurora dimming ever so quickly, as in northern regions you are—borealis falling into the southernmost Sahara negative gradients descend—australis The gloss of moral sanction The glitter of a social butterfly The prism of a love sonnet I thought it would never end False is an outward appearance Black smoke puffed ...

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Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche, unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope, unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind. My life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling. Your senses become the fast spreading wild fire, uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride, and as it flares up, it burns...

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Casualty of your cruelty and lack of empathy Is the beginning of your karma journey What you tossed into the universe Comes back full force as blessing or curse Walking in another's shoes Feeling for them as you do for you Empathy a symphony of humanity Put an end to selfish silver vanity Casualty of your cruelty just may be Loved ones you have...

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For Sara Jama's contest - Casualty of your Cruelty - Inspired by the painting Oil and Gravel on Canvas by Sadamasa Motonaga what is composure perhaps just containment and presentation - an angle you look your best from I'm floating within and outside of this body explosions, implosions, drift, smash, lull, steady... breath goes in and...

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Written: April 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama ******************* When cruelty becomes a badge of honor empathy transforms into an act of defiance while the evildoers are celebrated! The resonance of your words Your words echo as a...

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L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale b u r n i n g in bronze tears of tornadoes, limping and writhing, screaming for release, but what if I am the mistress of glass-cut dreams, crowned with razor-edged regrets, and splintered serenity? Would the raven breeze ...

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the harvest a cruel person reaps from all the seeds they sow all yield weeds and thorns of guilt and revenge, growing in a secret garden behind walls, doors, shutters, gates enclosed by self in iron and stone. ...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Urdu poems about life, death, Love, longing, hearts, being captive, strength, cruelty, temper, the sun, darkness, shadows and faith. I’m the captive of Love, the Huntress, otherwise I’d have strength to flee. —Mirza Ghalib, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Your sidelong glances? Arousing. Your cruelty? Demoralizing. —Mirza Ghalib, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Her temper’s an...

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I've been in a city In this city They won't let you grow Even when it's your time to flow They're always against your glow Steadily wanna make you slow Always wanna keep you low. People ride against good Then protect wrongs Feeling stronger By hurting another Laughing and bullying Taking advantage Whosoever is simple and live with humility. The less privilege Their...

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Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion? Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away With dastardly...

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When I was a terrorized, tortured, petrified child, I would look up- into the vast, clear blue, empty space, and wish I were a bird. To spread my wings, rise beyond reach, dip through clouds like whispers, ride the blustery winds, and after the rain- chase the ribbons of color that arc across the sky, just out of curiosity. By night, I would perch on treetops unknown, watching...

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She barks, "Turn your cheek!" She leaves her handprint on it. "And now the other!"...

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Sitting in the shade of a willow tree Reading, relaxing, enjoying the day When, in the corner of my eye, I see Soft shadows shifting and watch a stoat sway Not moving a muscle, nerves all on edge My eyes went searching, covering the ground And there, in full view, beneath a brown hedge A lone furry rabbit, helpless to bound His stance...

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the toads do not dive they plop into the scummy pond pale green bellies floating beneath them like airbags they paddle and back-stroke through the weedy water as slow as inflatable boats when i visit them i turn into a kid lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink to watch them scatter they remind me of fat men hastily departing a swimming pool it is a joke i prank...

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