Cynical Poems - Poems about Cynical

Solar system, twenty-four-hour rotation—turning, three hundred sixty-five-day revolution—returning. Asseveration system, four-year migrant, overturned cups, promises, spilling out like the unborn, bathing the heart’s ear, resounding canyon echoes of sanguinity, prosperity, fantasy. Poverty or opulence? Debate, ponder, discord. Choice, suffer suffrage. If nothing changes, nothing changes. Nothing changes! Politicians, ambivalent Robin Hoods from hell. Change your life? A mendacious mendicant’s tale. ...

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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 you break your neck And yet you still ask to the sun If the moon has won, If the war has really ended Or...

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

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

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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...

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"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 suicidal dependent on the Prozac pill. Mother Goose lost all four of her children it was easy to ignore. She was...

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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, though… have felt a love that’s twisted and cold, Caught in a web of lies that just won’t grow old. Smooth talk,...

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cynical? sometimes sarcastic? I have tried to give this up snippy? Yes! abrupt? absolutely. funny? with my friends Polite? before I get to know you...

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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 Birth Certificates' without apology... In this, the dawn...

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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 I'm cramming hope in the holes Just like the woodpeckers do....

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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....

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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 machine A complexity in ambulation A tool used by the mad or desperate A ticking mockery of balance A frame for shaming the unfit A...

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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 to shred and what to keep. The numbers flatten my perception. It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep. The market...

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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 prays and suddenly falls asleep? What kind of glorious dreams does one perceive when an image appears? Would he stick to the...

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