Short Pitiless Poems
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Revenge
Cruelty
penalty
punishment
mercilessness
pitiless
mean payment
repayment
returning anger
retaliation
peaceless
pain-return
unforgiven
sour thoughts
vengeance
payback
harm
injury.
Drench POET Loads
Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or, “Why Not to Bomb the Brits”)
by Michael R. Burch
The English are very hospitable,
but tea-less, alas, they grow pitiable ...
or pitiless, rather,
and quite in a lather!
O bother, they're more than formidable.
A flower,
head meekly bowed,
drops crumbling petals.
Her blossom,
once vibrant and proud,
pleads for yesterday.
The clock face,
looks down from the wall,
pitiless and cold.
His allure
too great for beauty
to ever deny.
05/31/15
Form:
pitiless storm boils in the sea - heaven reign with mercy
10/21/2019
"When terror strikes you like a storm
and your calamity comes like a whirlwind,
when distress and anguish come upon you." Proverbs 1:27 English Standard Version (ESV)
The girl I need most
There is no one like her from coast to coast
The girl I love most
Has broken my heart like a crispy toast
The girl I want most
Has possessed me like a pitiless ghost
The girl I care most
Does not keep me in her heart as my host
Do men immortal know
whence went the crow,
on it's jubilant journey to bestow
the rod,the wreath, and mistletoe,
for below,
in the shadow of the pyramid
I crossed the river of Life,
my God as thy wife
my fear as my strife,
for I saw in the sun,
that Life itself is pitiless perfection -
J.A.B.
Placid, watching him dig a hole. Hope he's digging it for me. I feel pitiless tward myself, for i
know my solution is sublime inside my fragile calm mind. gravedigger, make sure its nice
and deep, so I may cuddle up in a forever placid sleep. No marker needed, well maybe a do
not disturb sign.
Form:
in truth we sometimes linger here,
when darkest words compel,
thoughts are whispered in my ear,
muttered thoughts dispel,
remembered passion lingers still,
where loving eyes were held,
the Dingo at the moon it howls,
and breaks a sombre spell...
Thank you Laura Breidenthal
"Pitiless"
Don Johnson
In between the days
and nights, a lot of people
grasping their breaths,
while the gangsters
are snitching with demon
eyes in the owl light.
as if nobody is in bed dying,
as if nobody is starving,
needing their empathy.
They’re heartless humans,
selfish as the fat fox.
Don’t know when they last.
Embittered winter
indignant
spreads rancor
erudite in malice.
Irreverent arbitrate
derisive
disdains masses
sardonic in verse.
Vengeful slayer
belligerent
inflicts brutality
pitiless in wrath.
Steadfast rime
unyielding
immovable blight
resolute in rage.
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he was an ironist
hardened with pitiless cruelty and crudeness
she is a sculptress
shapeless assuming his spite
you will never shrink from this breakthrough
put your enthusiasm into that schedule
sanitise the musculus
decode her ordination
to squarely vex their corruptness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 1–5, 2026)
The sane file singularly, wait impatiently to enter
the sanctuary of sanatoriums.
Crazy has a mission, it rushes, it presses
with a pitiless paranoia,
it packs suitcases moves into unguarded minds.
For we cannot spell it out, dare not decry;
for the mad remain morbidly mean,
they are building places
to keep us far, far away
from what we could and now should say.
Those pitiless days 're enough to puzzle the mind
A phenomenal gesture then sued to have downplayed the legit
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words
Not so funny 're those days
That devils 're clad
And ready enough
To poison the soup
Meant for the entourage
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over his weak wit
And...
Unfinished
13/05/2013
For Russell Sivey's "5 Minute Challenge"
Sore to the core she gazes into dusk’s sorrow
Sadness soars into an empty sky’s pitiless night
The advent of dawn disguises pain and dejection
Blind at heart her mind wanders streets of woe
A shivering sun’s relentless battle scorches the earth
When the nightmares have vanished a day unfolds
And she retreats once more into the comfort of dying
31st July 2017
Portrait
This portrait of you gladdens me
It looks like you; depravity
you’d hate it, friend
it’s pitiless,
displays your foul malignity.
Your smile, well
it’s ominous
vampiric canine alias.
The painter tried to hide that smirk
to cover sleaze in fancy dress,
not all paint can cover murk.
He captured your peculiar quirk,
that nostril flare of snobbery
you were a nasty piece of work.
A red raw gape, a crater of hunger,
the clacking tongue
a buckram spear shaken at all comers.
The gulls mouth is the gull,
its avian body
only a winged engine for that open maw,
a perfect bow for that arrowing beak
with its raucous bugle.
A gullet for a perfected greed;
a throat that yawns wide enough
for any a scavengers scream,
a call allied to the pitiless winds,
and thrashing seas.
The Emperor
hath donned a gewgaw crown,
bedazzled are the throng.
He rides an electric horse.
Strides through the pitiless cities
of lost or last hopes.
His faceless glance
not even a mask,
but a cold premonition
an iron mind
behind bolt-shut eyes.
The crowds back away,
bow and know
they are now subjects,
not even slaves,
only subjects
to be used and disposed of
at the ballot box.
Take your rose and don't come back again,
Just go,
We are not for each other anymore,
Although,
We met,
We met, friendly by chance,
And here we are now...enemies,
Here we are...worse than rivals...
Here we're now...Pitiless foe(s),
I don't believe in dreams,
Nor in a made-up stories,
Nor in crocodiles' tears,
Like they do,
All is a fake...
All is a lie,
All is - for me - a corrupted law.
We moved inexorably
towards idiocracy
we slipped without grip
towards dependency
We prayed filled with nothing
but false ecstasy
we crept towards our death
instinctively
We lived as slaves
fully and intentionally
We are Pompeii, Herculaneum
the ones who filled
the stadium
Called for pitiless blood
to warmly run
worshiped bearded men
and starry sun
causation, ruination
living and dead
Form:
He bestows on me a cold smile,
though I plead for him to stay awhile
He strips me off my weak defenses.
I'm dying here in slow pieces.
Desperation steals my breath,
emptiness tucked in its sheath,
permeates slowly through all my senses.
I’m dying here in slow pieces.
I see derision in his eyes,
pitiless through my silent cries,
he walks away and leaves no traces.
I’m dying here in slow pieces.
Oh! I hear the bells toll again,
The morning birds awaken,
And my night is gone!!
Oh! let me sleep on,
The moon has lost her struggle,
Against the sun's pitiless dazzle,
The stars like fallen warriors,
Are interred without honours,
The nightingale's soporific melody,
Is drowned in the noise of anarchy,
The ambience so cool and pure,
Has turned too sweltry to endure,
I keep my eyes shut tight,
For in them I retain a slice of night.
Form:
What is fate?
Fate is Death
What is Death?
Death it is that makes the poor suffer no more
Death the incorruptible judge
That takes not bribe from decayed judges
The gentle pitiless creature
That have no concern for the frail mother nor the weary father
The soldiers on the battle field can't escape it
It batter young and old like boot to ant
Wherever you hear weeping wailing women
Don't forget a thing
It's the visitation of the uninvited guest
DEATH!
I was not sorry to see my heart creep so,
plodding brick elephants of snow,
I was not sorry to see my heart go.
I sent it off my all my might,
rather, it best should have gone
long before daylight,
I kissed it soft as dead flower sewn,
my eyes its eyes,
my song its song,
and never could a move prove wrong,
thus my heart crossed pitiless night,
with swell of glass in art of flight,
I could not mourn to see it go.
I still remember that October day
how the wind swept leaves away.
The noon sun glorified raven hair
how it flowed how I had to stare.
Painful memories refusing to die
for many years I wondered why.
Why cruel winter rueful and gray
bleak and pitiless stole you away.
Yet constant as the crescent moon
remembrances of love are strewn.
Forever I think on an October day
how the wind swept leaves away.
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Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.
Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.
Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!