Short Ruthlessly Poems

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Bitter Tears

C arried through life on the spillage of blood
R azed raw by ruthlessly sadistic emotions
Y earning desperately for death
Form: Acrostic


Viper-

vile venomous vermin
intriguing intertwined insurgent
petulantly promenading  patrol
excruciatingly evil exile
ruthlessly relentless reptile
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member 02-28-2011

rascally raccoons
ruthlessly raid radishes
robbed rabbits resent


written and posted 2/28/2011 at  10:27 pacific Standard Time
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Came in 9th
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Boy, Do I Dig Contact

My man just ruthlessly
sordid and truthfully
touched base and youthfully.
Reckon I'll sleep some tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

meanwhile my cat's gettin' down on it, go figure
Form: Rhyme

An Apalling Example of Near-Rhyme, Or Pop Poetry I

Lines composed in dejection
of embarrassing rejection
have a tendency to be
even duller than the seeds
of Stalin’s rise to power,
and more ruthlessly taxing,
and on the psyche vexing,
than the whole of the Holodomor.
Form:


Premium Member In a Sloth's Defense

They call me a sin for the crime of naps
While greed parades as ambition ornate
In this ruthlessly rushing world, perhaps
It is patience we should appreciate

7/10/22

Sin of Sloth contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Form: Rhyme

A Mind Full of Worries

mind full of
worries
won’t let the body 
sleep &
a body full of
sleeping pills
won’t help ya 
count those 
sheep,
so you’re left
with the time spent
tossing & turning,
watching the sun 
ruthlessly
rise
so your eyes can start
burning.

Tempered Grace

TEMPERED GRACE

one challenge, one heartbeat, one goal
blinding blast--Boston’s blood
achievements brutally, ruthlessly denied

(My prayers and heart go out to Boston--the Athletes and their loved ones)

Kim van Breda-15 April 2013
Form: Haiku

I Was Not Cruel

In a stilt-house
I ate two-three drops rain
with a bread slice;
A mouse stared at me with fear of fear

Bared I was on flooded map
Ruthlessly a snake ate the mouse
But I couldn't hunt the snake

Oh; I was not cruel actually 


-Sunday, June 9, 2019 Chattogram

Ink's Wickedness

Bloodthirstiness of ink's wickedness, 
ruthlessly dripped upon parchment
blistering an already screeching sun,
no footprints apparently left in sand as
oceans's bluffs turned oases to flatland,
there was no urgency for brutal honesty
aside factually, it unquestionably delivers
© Paloma P   Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Clinging On

wave after wave pounding ruthlessly against Her weary jaded mind defiantly eroding tattered threads of frail sanity… and yet... She clings to hope
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Waltz Wave Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet Placed 4th © 14th March 2023
Form: Verse

Premium Member Stitch By Stitch

What if the story of who we are
Has already been stitched to our soul
And it’s on you to unravel the thread
To discover the fabric of your life
Woven through the tapestry of time
All unfolding right before our eyes

Maybe our patchwork of problems
Are imprinted upon us for a reason
To help us ruthlessly reveal 
Who we really have been all along

Hot Lights of Red Murmurs

Under the hot lights I roam
Defined by forming instincts
The pursuit of avalanche grows
Wayward through each fountain head

Every hand in making memory its guise
When full tooth explosions hit stone
And escape serpentine rhythm 

Laughing ruthlessly upon city towers
The house and headstrong mistress
Killing movement with skill
Leaving red murmurs crawling

And he sold the kid

He was whimpering 
Again and again 
Repeatedly pleading for love
And it was me
Who was ruthlessly counting 
Its price.

Kid was innocent 
And knew nothing 
That
He loved so much me
From the first day of his life
But 
I invested in him
From the date of his birth .



( A true event that shocked me 
 When I saw a farmer sold the kid of a goat.)
Form: Other

Wintersweet

Near the broken bridge outside the post station, 
Unappreciated, a wintersweet blooms lonely. 
Cast by the gloomy dusk in isolation,
It's ravaged by the wind and rain ruthlessly. 
Without intention to bloom first in spring lushed, 
It’s envied by many a flower. 
Even if the blossoms fall and are ground to dust, 
Their fragrance lingers in the world forever.
(Tran.)
Form: Rhyme

The Arrow

The arrow pierces  
                   
                   
          his
     heart
ruthlessly with the
full-fledged hatred
of the sender;
          the
unsuspecting
innocent victim was
hit by the arrowhead
in the head
     and almost
instantly he fell
with a thud and
became dead—
cold-blooded murder.
                   
                   
       Why!?
Form:

Premium Member Meeting the Shenani Goats

You have heard of shenanigans, right?
we were introduced to shenani-goats tonight
they romped and jumped and butted our behinds.
ruthlessly rambunctious, rough, not in any way kind.

Do we have to come back? Asked my child, Hue.
His bottom and legs were now black and blue.
They aren’t trying to be bad, my sister said.
An opportunity for a shenani-goat to butt her in the head.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Justice Be Done

Let Justice prevail





Criminals that terrorise, abuse, rape, kill or cheat,
Be pulled ruthlessly into the street,
Only to be hanged till their last breaths trail,
Might mend bleeding hearts of the frail,
Proclaim a voice and let justice prevail !





Written Sept 4th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- What is your form of Justice
Sponsor- Tammy Reams

Awarded HM
Form: Verse

Premium Member Wolf Heart Woman

Wolf Heart Woman is gorgeous and confident
She exudes a mystical quality that frightens many
Her stylish headdress was constructed by Sky Mother
She ruthlessly pursues women of other tribes
Teaching them new dangerous ways of thinking
Increasing their passion for independence and freedom
The men of other tribes cringe as she rides toward them in battle
Knowing who her captives will be

Futility

FUTILITY strange this… relentless scurrying about of preposterous professionals persistently unyielding they stab steal and penetrate peculiar the… meaningless meanderings of bizarre ruptured snakes odd that… obstinate scampering before all persuasive layers abate ruthlessly reaching playpens prizegems too late © Kim van Breda— August 2015

44

44 soldiers in a field…
Died ruthlessly in a clueless attack!
Blood was everywhere in my eyes
I saw bullet holes on their pity heads.
Is there such a word justice today?
No one is still jailed in this saddest new day.
Coffins were wrapped with this national flag,
Hope that this controversy will sooner be wrapped.
Seek for truth and justice of their death!
Took 44 lives in a woods of dead end
war
Form:

To a Believer In Corporate Kindness

Companies lust after profit. 
They do nothing - that is, squat - 
if there's a chance of not 
making something off it. 

You see a soft heart beating. 
Try being an executive 
whose yields are down, and has to live 
through a hostile stockholders' meeting. 

Capitalism works. It really does. 
That's because it's selfish, greedy - 
ruthlessly exploits the needy. 
It works, because it's us.
Form: Quatrain

The Heart Is It's Own Painkiller

The heart will mend itself 
It is your mind you ought to worry about
For it is your mind where you hoard the memories, 
Were You've filed the record of the one who scarred you 
That still cuts deep as a dagger   


Your mind will ruthlessly torment you day and night
Bring you to tears, crush you over and over again
Unless you unprison your mind by letting go
Whereas the heart is it's own healer

Premium Member Marigolds'

So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go? To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show In our mournings; kindness, and solidarity, they're left in tow However, ruthlessly; what they give left to burn in snow
Form: Monorhyme

The Child Within

I cry for the child
who has died within me

I worked ruthlessly for a future
I now spit at in distaste of its name

Friends sneaking away slowly
in hopes of not ribbing from my heart in their departure

Children growing old never knowing it was I
holding on to their youth, in hopes of staying a little while longer

The loss of childhood is a great heartbreak
It's the death of a child, it's the loss of frivolous life

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