Short Cruelest Poems
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Genetics,
our cruelest mistress
the herald’s phantom
In fated shadow
a birthmark staining
—our darkest pall
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
To inflict on tomorrow,
the empty promises of fate
The will to reign indifferent
—the devil’s cruelest form of hate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
A candle ever flickers in the night,
However far, however faint it be;
In cruelest darkness shall it burn most bright,
Until the sun shall come to set us free.
To inflict on tomorrow,
the empty promises of fate
The will to reign indifferent,
—the devil’s cruelest form of hate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The cruelest of cages
A cage of the mind.
No freedom lies
With such heavy binds
Thinking,
Speaking,
Processing
It all becomes difficult.
This cage tight and sealed
Breaking free
It just a dream.
Form:
The warming
muzzle of sun
burrows into
budding souls
till wind changes--
turns its back,
broods, then touches
us cold
as temperatures
fall
and yes,
this is
the cruelest
month, the
naked temptress
of sateen summer.
Impenetrable fortresses built from stones of regret,
reinforced with concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
Impenetrable fortresses built from stones made of regret
reenforced with the concrete of mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt here shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
Impenetrable fortresses built from the many stones of regret,
re enforced with the concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
An eddy of dry leaves,
Dancing in the wind
The dance of death,
Moves to mulch.
I've seen this falling,
Mr. Eliot, and would say
September is the cruelest month,
Making supper for Spring
Out of lives that must give way
To future appetites.
Pulling at me, my anguish tears
Angry and alone, nobody cares
In my thoughts I am so lost
Nobody understands the dreadful cost
Fully aware of my mental rage
Unable to advance my life’s full page
Lurid memories of war, the cruelest of cage
Impenetrable fortresses constructed with stones made from regret,
reinforced with the concrete mistakes one can never forget.
Confined within these walls only you and your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
Impenetrable fortresses constructed from stones made of regret,
reinforced with the concrete of mistakes we can't let go or forget.
Confined within these walls only you and your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
In our minds, they are giants
those heroes of yesteryear
presidents, generals, boxing champs
O, how we stood and cheered
We view them now on grainy film
the cruelest shock do we receive
These puny men our eyes deceived
No more in them can we believe
Revenge seeker,
Ravage orchard.
You speak
Upon the coppice;
One grows:
You cruelest.
Longing,
Yearning,
See.
For you seethe
Blushing song,
You are
Blood:
You belong.
You kill,
And shrill
Sparkle
And gleam,
Until,
Real
Senseful
You seem.
Survival
The tree’s a ghostly silhouette
that sways when breezes blow,
exposed to natures cruelest days
of cold and ice and snow.
Yet still she stands tall and proud
for life has made her see
that struggles are what made her strong
and courage set her free.
Horror and disbelief!
Numbed by it!
As one traumatically struck by
Cruelest of what does for cold eye
Expose madness.
Primal, dark! Seen from this
Age of Spirit.
Quelled of all fear, whose peace ensures
Has been smoothed o'er such Time's features
Manic with stress.
We blame any obstacles in our ways
The obstacles are cruel
We try all the ways to remove them
We blame the devil as well as God
But who is or which is the cruelest after all
I said it's time
Because there isn't any more chance
And nothing can be done
If without the permission of time
Witches, Werewolves
Vampires n' Ghouls.
A Witches spell, one
of the cruelest. Sharpen
your stakes, place those
silver bullets in the
chamber. Get ready for the
blood thirsty danger. Make
no mistakes for this is
"FRIGHT NIGHT" and there
is no escaping the horror
that awaits.
Form:
Love is what makes the Earth be
Love makes the two waring states live
Love is what makes my mum bore me
Don't hate love because it makes the cruelest the kindest
Love liveth to conquer deception
Love goes in there fine, I tell you
For making all these come to be
And it gives my family a perpetual smile
Isolation is to be left out
when you want to be in
It is the cruelest of emotions
Leaving you alone
to count how many times you got let down
and eventually lose track
It is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul
and waiting forever for that reply
I despise the feeling of isolation
I think everyone does
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it
As the cruelest of delusions.
But could it not be said
That it’s still among us,
That malefic notion
That the artist is a spirit set apart,
For some special purpose
Of which pain is an essential component?
"I love you."
Words that mean nothing,
Emotions that grow old.
Life moves on as
Passion's heat becomes cold.
"I love you."
So easily spoken,
But something don't feel.
You've left a scar
That even time won't heal.
"I love you."
So pure and simple:
The cruelest of lies.
I no longer think of you
With tears in my eyes.
Form:
Wind blow where you will,
Find your strength and rush.
Howl and whistle through hill,
Send your epistle and crush.
For yet am I standing still,
Not battered or broken frush.
Tempest storm of life, oh!
Cruelest waves of pain
Most eagerly do you show.
The days I rue our gain
I wish I didn't know.
And ne'er shall we twain.
To find balance
You must find the center
Heart and mind equal one thing
Your soul
It is intangible, immeasurable
Beyond knowledge and understanding
Logic and emotion, are of the same source
Yet those who find ground in only one,
Lose sight of what life shows us
in it's vastness, and limits
Through it's love, and it's cruelest reality
Look inside and it's there.