Cynical Poems - Poems about Cynical

... In a cynical realm where truth is tainted in black, rises she, amidst whirling vortexes veiling reveries where she walks. Yet society thrums thick skinned lies, whilst morning moon sighs......Read More

...Some label me as cynical, they do declare Claiming I dwell in life's shadows, ignorant, unaware They brand me a heretic, unconventional, a lost soul Believing in living, death, then stating, “who ......Read More

...The cynical witches watched the night air In slid a broom without fuss or any fanfare On her stick was a small witch, her name was Claire She was the queen of the witches, and she gave a stare ......Read More

... We the doctors Unlike children of our age, innocence fading into a sage; Lost in a horde of books, eluding everyone’s cynical looks; Burning midnight oil, unaware of the upcoming toil; ......Read More

...So to the waterfront I go, Heart heavy with the weight of feeling alone, And there's all Mcculloch & crew can do, I find, To settle my soul, to ease my mind. The world is at peace but my mind ......Read More

...Of course, it’s all unbearable. Life was always meant to be only bearable in parts, fragmentally joyful, disjointedly awful. A hot and cold cup of blood for the human soul. Life! What do we k......Read More

... 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 as well as post-ideology 'TBD Bi......Read More

...Lovely people and angry people This afternoon, in Lisbon, a charming march about saving the Sobreiro- tree, about 300 people gathered under the shade of the tree's big crown, recited poems and......Read More

...Sitting by the firelights glow Immersed in personal thought Wandering down memory lane Dwelling on life-lessons taught Trying to accept things That nobody can change There will always be ques......Read More

...The world through my eyes, you ask But description is such troublesome a task So I will lend my eyes for you to see The world through my eyes, this beautiful place to be. The sun rose from it......Read More

... Each one of our precious children Is different and very unique We brought them up in the very same way But they all have different techniques They each look at life in a different......Read More

... "I have this spilling tea that would blend this conversation." Does it speak beyond your intelligence and profession? When words become bullets, that’s when you start pulling the trigger. How ......Read More

...I went to school to try and find new ways to write creatively. Professors challenged my young mind with homework drills approved by the Academy. Postmodernism ruled the day. No metered rhymes......Read More

...The Conditions of Living Stark organisations of my observations Respond to beauty with pure elation Instead of chronic devastation Process the abject consternation From contrived over-satur......Read More

...The ice-cream parlor is just across the road from a small white clapper-board church. I sit in a window seat, watching the little town and the sidewalk as it moves people around, thought-rea......Read More