Cynical Poems - Poems about Cynical

Dress a girl a letter, Printing numbers on her back. Buy her flowers, Give her powers, Wrapping poison round her neck. One day she’ll leave you, She’ll deceive you, And you’ll be better off dead. So, you won’t get far with that head Unless...Read the rest...

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Roses are dying; the blue bird is crying. Posies line the pockets of those who are sick and dying. ...Read the rest...

red rose price rises faster than flaccid todgers ~ a blooming rip off!!! ...Read the rest...

Your cynicism disgusts me It taunts my mind and leaves me disturbed Go, leave me be Walk out the door, away with your flees What I do works Don't enforce your insecurities...Read the rest...

"Welcome to the playground" 'Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses.' Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill While his soulmate Jill became...Read the rest...

Love’s not cynical; it’s real— Not some gamble, some spin-wheel deal. More like a flame, steady, even at night, Not just some spark to blur your sight. It’s a hand that holds tight when it’s fight or flight. Some people,...Read the rest...

cynical? sometimes sarcastic? I have tried to give this up snippy? Yes! abrupt? absolutely. funny? with my friends Polite? ...Read the rest...

In this age of post-civility not to mention post-amiability I find most posts I read full of hostility... It's the era of post-biology ...Read the rest...

My heart is a charcoal gray With silver specks in the sun Tomorrow is New Year's Day And this old year, my dear, is done A bit of moss on the north knoll The hills of my heart burrowed through And...Read the rest...

Diminish decay torrid in bane, finish this horrid image astray. My sequel pain is unique, in vain I’m not what these people think. Although visible In Cynical Sorrow, I still feel miserable tomorrow....Read the rest...

A wobble waiting in the shed A joke cracked by Victorian comedians A test of youthful instability A trial by tarmac An unyielding seat with changing views A wetter way of travelling through rain A soundless nemesis for pensioners A tin-tack gathering...Read the rest...

I spilled my seventh cup of coffee While shuffling through the papers on my desk. It was a ham and cheese performance, A little bit of business-like burlesque. I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets, Deciding what...Read the rest...

What kind of horrible thoughts run through fogged brains when they lay down to sleep and instead of sleeping, they begin to weep? What kind of humble thoughts and serene feelings shunning worries enter the peaceful mind of a meek when he...Read the rest...

Cyclical and cynical history I find is critical and is often on rewind biblical in both the past and present times elliptical. The markets take a bath in a rehash heartbeat faster with the splash on...Read the rest...