Long Cruelness Poems

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Why Do You Keep Running

She said "Why do you keep running, slow down a little;
Why don’t you open your eyes and see beyond the horizon;
Don’t you see it…?? Coz I see it;
I see it very well without having to squint my eyes or stretch them thus far”
I see it.
 
“I see good measure in that scorned bitter man twisted and turned by the cruelness of this world”
“I see the sorrow hiding behind that girl’s smile, devoured by vultures of this earth,
I also see divine hope deep within, see it in her eyes as she takes it one day at a time”
 
So don’t run, slow down & look around you, you may be running your own race but why not stop, take a step back & walk with that troubled mother carrying so much weight on her shoulders,
Why don’t you just slow down & help carry that weight, it will only take a minute “
 
Coz I see it, with this slow pace of mine
 
I see that long lost friend, struggling, I see her hands trembling, her loneliness growing, I see her eyes swave trying to hold back anxious tears.
 
I see that boy and girl walking holding hands, young love it must be but why don’t you just slow down a bit, hold their hands & teach them how it should b, no young innocence should be lead astray.
 
So you better stop running and slow down a while, look beyond the horizon, coz it may look peaceful, serene & pure but what’s beyond it is what matters. Jus slow down a moment and look around you, it will only take a minute.


Cold Hard Steel

Cold Hard Steel
My mouth wide open, gasping for breath, splashing, gurgling
Hopelessly going nowhere, treading, losing the fight
I can’t hear the clanking or yelling anymore, today is the day I have succumbed to his cruelness, numb, no thoughts, no feelings just sinking, floating, slowly being dragged down below 
His lack of love and affection has surrounded me like a cold hard steel chain bound around me.  
The black oval links is evidence that evil is not part of the circle of life
I’m drowning. He’s not listening.  Why won’t he help me? Doesn’t he care?
How did I let it go this far? 
A light from above, an angel reaches out a hand, follow me
Bursting through the crashing waves I rise above the depth of darkness
To find that God will always love me
All my tears have faded. Joyful smiles every day.
He is still part of my life but the chain has been broken, I have been set free because God will always 
love me. 
Even on the days when he doesn’t show me love and kindness 
I know I am not alone in this big old house. I kneel and take it to the throne. 	
And tell God about my day. 

Inspirational song Chain Breaker by Zac Williams 
Original poem 7/22/17
Form: Vaasokht

Premium Member Let It Be Told

Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, whets this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
armor all liken paten leather, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
the truth of the world;
not diamonds nor gold
sinners and who dos
Nay Sayers and players of blues;
you choose;
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, what's this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
Form: Ballad

Premium Member To a Player of Heart

Thank God you have the looks
Must this be you use to hook

Your tongue utters the sweetest
Yet lies the unhidden, I detests

You talked of fidelity and loyalty
Yet, recently tell me what you display

True if you tell me, I have not a right
Yet, allow me to speak in behalf of women

Man not because you are unseen
Don't be weak to commit a sin

It is just one dear picture 
Yet, my eyes hold in capture

I laugh at your guiltiness
Yet, I'll condemn you for cruelness

Player of love and of heart
Soon to punishment you don't depart

By: olive_eloi
8:15pm
01/13/2014

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Form: Verse

The Night of Winter

The night and dark comes earlier each evening
  lost between twilight looming on the horizon, 
  pushing aside the sun’s revealing
  of the darkness that simply is.

Shortening days disappear between the trees
  forcing the sun to fade from yellow to pale white,
  and the once abundant harvest dies with  ease
  and is gone as quickly away she disappears.

The dark is black and silent as it comes
  hovering as if it were known yet is an unfamiliar shadow
  that creeps in uninvited with a stinging wind that numbs
  threatening  wet days filled with snow to cover the meadow.

The sky displays tiny dots of twinkling light unmarred
  far distant glowing points with small icy fingers
  that curve around the big dipper and other unnamed stars
  that still stretch out  to guide us on our paths unhindered.

 The waning moon is hidden by drifting spartan clouds
  barely visible as the dark takes full control
  and each step is carefully cautioned by our mental shrouds
  with an onslaught of an  unassuming  light snow.

We are prisoners now within our homes
  held cold, safe from shivering but in awe 
  of the power of the night and change of seasonal tones
  with a hoar frost that  holds us here to spring begins the thaw.

 It is the winter of the full moon and morning sun
  touching us with a blanket of cold bare emptiness
  that will not soon enough be done
  bringing shorter days  and harsh, cold cruelness.

Here comes the night of winter time
 waiting patiently at your door.


September 16, 2015
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.


Cobwebs

Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark 
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard

Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been standing all along right beside you.

Trudging thru swamps of desolate despair
Scream to heaven how life isnt fair
Wondering why it always seems no one cares
Then casting the blame where you shouldnt even dare.

Barely breathing crippled within
You know you are almost to the end
Having lived your life completely in sin
Still its not too late if only the knees could bend.

Look up this time when your to weak to speak
Pray to the one that you seem to only scream
Ask Him for deliverance and ill promise you this
That life still may not be a bubbly mist
The cruelness wont leave you'll still be within the abyss
But I promise that He will deliver you this
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Love in abundance
Understanding
Guidance
And after all of this
Heaven
Form: Rhyme

Walking the Deck

Walking the deck for you
I noticed the wood beneath my feet 
old boards
I stretch myself 
 as far as the horizon
Trying to expand myself for you

You ask so much of me
You push my boundaries beyond my boundaries
You demand on command 
of me as if I were a child

Yes,do .... stretch me and decrease me by making me thin
I am trying to be bold in your presence
Trying to remember where I came from 
and all that I believe in -for you

I will serve you like a slave
I will work for you like a child slave because I love you

The only light I know is the light I've seen
Driving through Forest of Bent trees where the sand and the wind have altered all to be so unusual and exquisite 
I can't stop thinking of wind altering trees

In the light ....of nature
so  bent by wind and storm
I'm humbled 
 lifted and joyful 
amazed 
and here nothing you do to me 
will ever stop my... being happy

You may be cruel but I will be bigger
a lioness of bent branches rising to the sky
roaring past you 
You may think You are bold in your cruelness

You think ownership of me gives you the right?

But I have the forest and I have the fluorescent red berries 
that he fought to retrieve for me 
and I will never forget what it is to be out here
in air and sky and feel sand fall through my fingers

A free child just enjoying the beauty of the world around me
 Gathering up bright berries of color to deck my halls


I remember that nature and life can be turned simple
by a tree
engaged by a leaf
romanced by a  puddle
spoken to by breeze
All you have to really do is go out there and gather up 
what is offered

Given without price

Premium Member EPILEPSY ANGUISH

Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.

Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.

Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.

World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.

Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member To Whom It May Concern

Maybe it is because of the loneliness of listening to opera on the radio by myself too many Saturday afternoons. It might be due to the sadness of seeing autumn leaves dripping tears outside my bedroom window after the rain on too many occasions. Perhaps it is those unsought memories of happiness that appear with random cruelness in my mind from time to time, like old photographs buried in a desk drawer that I never mean to come across, but always do, having forgotten for an interval that they were there. Or is it just the unending torment of living isolated and static amid a world throbbing with vibrant relationships. Whatever the reason, I now make my intentions known in no uncertain terms that when I die, I do not want anyone to be in attendance at my wake or funeral. I want no memorial service to be held. I desire that not a single individual, family member, friend, or acquaintance be allowed to pay their final respects to my memory in any public forum. No one whom I cared about bothered to seek my company while I lived. I shall not desire to have anyone’s company when I am being laid to rest. I do in fact prohibit it. I wish to be no one’s excuse for a reunion, an afternoon buffet, and a few cheap drinks. Damned be to living hell those who choose to defy my wish.

Premium Member -Sad Lonely Girl

I HEARD ANOTHER HORRENDOUS SCHOOL BULLYING STORY TODAY…SUCH UNBELIEVABLE DEVASTATION, DESTRUCTION, PAIN AND UNBEARABLE SORROW CAUSED….ITS JUST NOT RIGHT NOR FAIR AND NEEDS TO BE STOPPED SOMEHOW IN OUR SCHOOLS!

THE POEM BELOW IS FICTION!
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She sits by the window with coffee in hand
Watching the raindrops tapping on the glass
Her mind revisits that high school year again
With the same questions she always asks

Those teenage years of chaos and confusion 
Where thoughts and hormones run riot
Just finding her way and wanting to fit in
Kept both her conscience and voice quiet

She remembers so vividly that high school year
It tortures her with sorrow, regret and shame
If she could only she could go back and do it differently 
Perhaps the outcome would have not been the same

She participated in the bullying of the sad lonely girl
Though her heart knew it was completely wrong
So she wouldn’t be their next victim
Safety from the bullies kept her strong

She remembers that day in the school canteen
When the sad lonely girl was again cowardly chosen
She saw the silent tears rolled down her cheek
In that moment her mind and heart were frozen

She saw the pure pain in the sad lonely girls eyes
Sitting sheepishly on her own
She desperately wanted to reach out to her
Comfort her and tell her “Its ok you’re not alone”

Yet so afraid of becoming a victim
She felt cowardly and weak
Intimidated by the bullies unrelenting cruelness 
She laughed, walked passed and to the sad lonely girl she did not speak

That day now is forever seared in her mind 
One of complete horror and doom
An unexpected school assembly was called
Informing students the sad lonely girl was found hanging in her room!
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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