Short Cynicism Poems
Short Cynicism Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cynicism by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cynicism by length and keyword.
Your outlook colours your world
Cynicism is no way to move forward
Bite into life with optimism
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
When autumn comes
is winter far away?
Every silver lining
has a cloud.
This is the best of all possible worlds.
So says the optimist,
so says the pessimist too.
In photos we smile, we appear happy
even if we feel kind of crappy
‘Pictures don’t lie’ – likely not true
kind of like ‘Darling, I love you'
Epigram
I do not write lyrical poetry anymore
leave that to young hearts not damaged by cynicism,
which is poetry’s biggest enemy; lyrical poem
should be free of realism and have a dreamy quality
Human beings are displayed beside the dinosaurs
in the museum built by cockroaches...
little did we know when we were around
that they would evolve to become the earth's stewards...
and do a much better job.
Jello days
Under unsure clouds.
Maybe a drop drops.
People ruin you and make you melt.
I am half machine and half soft warm things that leak.
Never mind cynicism and doubt.
Get real, y'all.
Someone is serving jello.
Talk about God
Talk about him,
With disdain and disregard
Talk about Christ
Talk about him,
With doubt and cynicism
Pray you put a seal -
A seal and a key:
Let your mouth be stopped
Let your heart be open
And let Him,
His ways, show you
Virtue
I wish
I could write
A love song
From the heart
About a mountain stream,
Were cynicism
Dare not enter
Not intrude
As sarcasm
Is banned
Sorry to say
Cannot have lived
That long
I know when hearts
Cries
For the loss
Of innocence
Award Winning Levels
Wife's cynicism award winning levels reached;
What she said was Trump should be impeached;
Latest scoop,
A nincompoop,
And only his supporters has he ever reached.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
ignorance dims man's light
darkens traces of hopes
pathways to brotherhood
with forced hammered bigotry
foolishness is wrongly forged
cynicism ignites a dour blaze
wheels of wrongness steady turn
prompted by ego's and greed's
need to root in deceit
The typical becomes so cynical
Silently the moon lulls me to sleep
With a celestial song
In my dreams I'm so naive
I'm not myself
Unafraid & strong
I lead an army into battle
I slay Goliath with just a stare
I fly with invisible wings
While the muse of music sings
Her song to victory.
Form:
we awaken
for a moment
to remember
all that was sacrificed.
then, one by one
we take them down
and pack them away.
the ornaments,
the memories,
we place them
carefully
into our attics
and closets
until next year,
when we dust them off
and try again
and cry again
for peace on earth
Certain times we find everything hectic,
Optimism fading away; a silent volcano
Melting within us. Enslaved by cynicism,
Priorities we’ve made for ourselves map
Light, faded tracks in our minds, which label
Every spot where Bliss hails and weave
Totally different lives, which we ought
Embracing with vigor and peace
A journey told in stanzas,
Layered with devout cynicism.
Lyrical dreams set to pen,
Painted a world with poetry.
A Pulitzer Prize heart,
Flooded the page in verse.
Inspired by her many affairs,
She shared her poetic soul,
To her beloved America.
____________________________
Inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The heart of the matter, is age.
More specifically, my age.
I'm too old to assign blame,
there's no longer any point.
The 'me' there is will have to stay,
growing older, devouring energy,
till the myth of the Mass is complete,
and the first law takes me home.
I have age induced cynicism,
It's fatal to dreams.
Distance that breeds love
Chasm beginning to envelop darkness
Concern that leaves a void
Of the broken bridges
And the pride in hate
I am humbled to walk the path again
Hate that leaves me breathless
Anger! Misplace righteousness
Cynicism, my guardian angel
Of the all knowing scorn
And the crutches of disdain
I am glad to walk free again
WE LIVE IN AN INTERESTING TIME
He was Dean of the university’s
College of Creative Malfeasance,
including the Schools of Business,
Law, Information Technology, Marketing,
Theology and International Relations!
His son was more sinister
He was a minister in the
Church of Confederate Christianity,
a denomination that is pro-life
but anti-family!
I work for a cocky boss
With whom I can never converse
He always has to have the last word
Everything you say to him appears absurd
He speaks like a judge in a courtroom
Your every word dissected and doomed
He walks aright and with a swagger
In his pocket a hidden dagger
Waiting to dissect the unsuspecting specimen
With cynicism he awaits his next big luncheon
Waiting for an epiphany
Something…anything…
A life in transit
Keyhole visions… narrowed too fine
Cynicism, mockery doing rounds
Despairing times… out of bounds
What could’ve been and what is…
Funny how the story doesn’t change
Driftwood listless, aimless
Who is your huckleberry finn?
Hypocrisies, deceit, lies and everything lame
That just leaves god left to blame
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
When I am so weary
of this world
and
cynicism
speaks through my
eyes,
when desert summer
sun cannot
penetrate
this uninvited temperament
and fear brushes
my cheek on
my way out
the door,
I find
yours
to be
the
only
words
that crack
this
weathered bark
I made you laugh.
A real laugh.
It made my stomach flutter.
Such a small thing yet it made me,
in that brief moment,
fall in love with you.
You were bright and happy,
your cynicism lessened.
Don't worry,
you came back and I landed
softly back to reality.
Is it a good thing that I'm learning
to not to be hurt and
stuff the love back down?
Oh how I could love you if you let me.
Wanting of a soul
Closer we came in love, for want of souls,
No trials, was sentenced a desired gaol,
Each breath in his detention renewed my life,
Vetoed cynicism, that put an end to all strife,
No wonder I didn't plead for a parole !
Written March 9th, 2015
On subject " love"
For contest "Love or hate pick a subject #2" by Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 3rd place
couple on a motor
cycle with a death wish
drum drops
still pond
early morning
coolness broken
pull that poison, pull it deeply
deeply, deeply
pull it deeply
keep that breath, like memory bitter
sweetly taste that lungs can know
a good will, strong, and a one hundred
these are made alone
for breaking
benjamin Wishing, Well behind
our time,
our pennies
are made
for throwing
Down with pessimism
Drown not in negativism
Beware of escapism
Steer clear of cynicism
Keep far from fanaticism
It only invites antagonism
Too lonely is monasticism
Too stifling, collectivism
Failure dogs perfectionism
Emptiness mars materialism
Insularity deadens catechism
Stoicism breeds fatalism...
True, this poem is full of criticism
~ But it ends on a note of optimism