Harsher Poems | Examples

Normalcy

A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease 
We return to slumber 
In the electric comfort 
Of artificiality that is our lives 
We revel in the false sense of our own 
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between 
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities 
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality 
Of the world so frail 
So it goes for everything n anyone 
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance 
We whitewash our history 
We tell ourselves one thing 
We miss direct our attention 
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts 
Peel back the thin layer of civility 
See the bones of mortality 
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost 
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen 
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.

Depression

I miss things sometimes. 
When you take a drink of water.
And it tastes worse than ever and makes you cry for no reason. 
As if water has died. 
Nothing is stagnant. 
But it feels, hurts, smells stagnant. 
I miss eating random things. 
Random tumbles and stumbles. 
Random aches and pains. 
Raining randomness. 
Nothing is stagnant. 
Water died in my throat. 
Every blade of grass feels harsher than ever. 
As if the grass is taunting me. 
I don’t remember when my depression got so bad. 
I just remember being young, I think. 
Now. 
I miss things sometimes. 
I wish I had something in mind. 
I promise, I’ll think of something soon.

The Cosmic Conflict

The cosmic conflict rages on
with battle lines distinctly drawn.
The good on one side is arrayed
Evil on the other parade.

Two forces battle for man’s mind
One to set free, and one to bind.
The good fights with means that are clean
While evil uses any means.

Within each mind the fight goes on
It starts the very day we’re born.
The evil side we’re prone to choose
So, most, the fight with evil lose.

Man was made for kinship with God
The evil side won him by fraud.
Friendship with God at first did sprout
Until evil injected doubt.

When evil yields its baleful fruit
The evil side blames God as brute.
Man’s blinded mind, thus harsher grows
‘Gainst God from whom, only good flows.

The crimes that blight man’s lofty dreams
and ruins his utopian schemes
reveal the nature of the fight
and makes him yearn for truth and right.

These virtues men will never find
While evil holds sway in their mind.
It's time men cease to play the fool,
Reject evil and let God rule.

My lost cousin

I sat on a chair completely nervous
to know where I would do my youth service.
Then came the rudest shock of my whole life,
I'd have to go up north where strifes were rife.

I didn't even try to change the posting,
I was downcast as many were boasting,
that they'd have a pleasant year of favour.
Me, it'd be a year of wasted labour.

At the camp, I hated all that I saw,
Even my strangeness was greeted with awe.
House flies may probably be their best friends,
because they surround their foods in their tens.

The harsher weather was too much for me,
Even, with dressing one can't be carefree.
Everywhere I went there, there was tension.
Trouble seemed to come by its mere mention.

I resigned to fate till one fateful day,
When my surname sake came to where I stay,
to ask if perchance we're from the same place.
And t'was a family tree we could trace.

She then introduced me to her father,
who knew my father without much bother.
So, in a strange land where all hopes were lost.
I met my lost cousin without a cost.

Wake Me Up

Wake me up
When flowers bloom in blue and red

Wake me up 
When all the tragedies meet their end

Wake me up
When all the scars have healed on my body and mind

Wake me up
When the feelings of happiness become reality again

Wake me up
When the wars cease fire
When people become compassionate again 
When we all come together united in love

Wake me up
When my perfect match is found to intertwine in Euphoria

Until then
Let me sleep away the terrors
All of the nightmares
All of the dangers

I don't want to sleep forever
But this uncertainty reigns true
And this world becomes the more harsher

Wake me up
When this daytime nightmare ends

Parking Lot

I’m in a car, and the car is filling.

The way water fills a bucket, but harsher.

I open the window, and evil rushes out.

Breathing, and sighing.

Breathing, and my face feels swollen.

I haven’t left the parking lot. 

The bustling and clanging that seemed so harsh before-

Is now like the sound of a hammer tapping a nail from a mile away.

The grocery store, and the groceries are melting and dying in my trunk.

Turning on the car.

The sound is gentle and rumbling,

Like my stomach.

Rolling the window up.

Rolling my car home.

Shabbat Mourning

7th October, 2023. Israel.


“Shabbat Mourning” 

the War commenced 
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.

some say,
it has arrived, 
the biblical Apocalypse. 

some say,
not war, just another 
haggling loose rabble skirmish.

Hamas 
says,
“God is Great!”

Netanyahu 
says,
“we are at War!

And we will 
win 
this War!”

everything over
before begun;
Winter is coming

harsher than 
before

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)




“Our enemy will pay a price the type of which it has never known,” Netanyahu said in a video statement.

Garden Bumbling Buzz

A bumblebee buzzes in the family garden.
Gathering dust as it fans its wings.
But the aftershocks of a rumor pardon
Leaves the beggar bowl with fewer things.

The flowers sway in the gentle breeze.
Their petals are a rainbow of colors bright.
But the bumblebee's hum seems ill at ease.
As it struggles to stay aloft in flight.

The garden was once a place of peace.
Now echoes with a harsher sound.
The buzz of gossiping tongues won't cease.
And it's tearing the garden to the ground.

The bumblebee, with its simple ways,
Is a reminder of what's true that withstood.
But the rumors and lies of current days,
Are a poison that's spreading through the neighborhood.

So let's tend to our gardens with care.
And nurture the beauty that lies within.
For when we sow seeds of love and share,
Our garden will flourish and grin.

Written: June 06, 2023

Life Experience

I used to fear that some would find me strange.
Yet I'm seeing life harsher than I thought.
Thus I shape a wandering mountain range.
I used to fear that some would find me strange
My hunch tells me it's time to make a change.
It's simpler than what I aimed or I've wrought
I used to fear that some would find me strange.
yet I'm seeing life harsher than I thought.

Written: March 10, 2023

Widened

Widened

Yell my dear love live far from me
Ring not me ever  see you in dreams
Spaces between us widened not show care anymore
How i am alive without you without you dear absconded

Sun is dull without you Evenings are dimmer without you
Skies are harsher without you my existence incomplete without you
Show yourself once more  need I you more
Widened the space between you and me without a reason

Weening Sensations

There is beauty in your absence
     there is greatness in your silence
there is pain in your wishes
     In your innards, there are dreams
Poetry and you are synonymous
     I am synonymous with love
how I love you both.

      Poetry is a susurrus
that tickles the nooks
      and crannies of resourcefulness
every recourse, every nook
      and cranny, and life itself
the shadow lives inside me
      an almost flawless replica.

It moves when she moves
         smiles when she smiles
all is well, a shadow says
         shadows from the past
stretch longer when the sun sets. 

         Weaning from the breast
of grief and tears
         becomes starker and harsher
Mother, you are long gone
        yet in the fading light
I suckle on your memories.

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Written: January 28, 2023

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A U T H O R

a belief in yourself that allows you to write 
understandably brave, for all will not appreciate your words
taking a risk with every syllable for written is harsher than spoken 
hoping it will all work out, and you will connect with someone else 
outfielder catching fly balls, sometimes in the head 
risk is worth it in the end, for you are sharing your truth

A Promontory Illusion

The dream: I stroll my house to a promontory
I stare out of the limitless, restless ocean
stepping ahead, dived into the ravenous water
something white was on the beach today
I dug up many bones entrenched in the sand.

Whispers became harsher
to sever and wreck their nasty spirits
as he greeted his eternal partners
there was a swarm of slain people
they shut an ailing slayer in the vortex of hate.

Written: November 07, 2022

Good Finisher

Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…


Now, A Company’s Car Washer 
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher 
And self passing off as Pasha; 
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed,  A Good Good Finisher, 
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!

Silken Thread

Silken Thread

Come and sit spider whispered, rest upon my silken thread
Tarry here within my artwork, naught a fear for you to dread

Sorry Miss the fly called softly, your silken thread is but a trap
I will rest among the roses, breathe perfume and taste their sap

Please be careful whispered spider, of the thorns along their stems
For I fear that you will find them, harsher than my silken thread

Thank you Miss the fly called softly, among the roses I will stay
For I know what fate awaits me 
Should I tarry long, on silken thread

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