Unforgiving Poems - Poems about Unforgiving

Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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My grief is not resolved It blocks the heart It torments my life The more I recognized Not only sadness There's also anger Envy, lack of confidence Emptiness and fear Living in grief is unforgiving Unacceptable and losing It transform love more to hate This is my worst case scenario....

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Golden leaves, sheet music written by the unforgiving hand of time, Fall in the slow rhythm of years that slip away like sand in an hourglass. We are violins tuned to the melancholic tone of the eternal autumn, Playing the ephemeral melody of life on the fragile strings of existence. The mirror of the lake reflects the leaden sky...

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bottles broken and empty just like your promises emphasis on empty ...

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Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up, Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares, Herds move, languidly inside a landscape torn from an apocalypse painting, And lambs – ah, the little white lives – begin their journey to return to the earth. There’s a hidden corner of...

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When doves cry, it makes my blood boil. I grit my teeth in rage and spit in deaths face. Crocodile tears from the white pigeon that flies through the ashes of the hand who guided the blade that nearly killed me. I have carefully practiced mourning this death before. I have played this very scene in...

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A life I lived has passed me by, My thoughts of wanting to go back in time I am trying to turn away and fly I will lose my will of losing this time. My fragmented memories on recall, Difficult for me with an event installed So long ago, I thought no more of it...

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Our Past Is Unforgiving Miracle Man 4/23/2023 We squander our time when we venture into the waste land of life inhabited by the what-if’s, and if I’d only. Time is not a granter of mulligans, so the past is unforgiving. Mistakes or bad decisions are a part of life, and leaves collateral damage which affects others. Any mistakes should be viewed as teaching tools. ...

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"Shadows of yesteryears rise up again on All Hallows Eve, to roam the streets and parks, to whisper in the trees." ...

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The horse sped by, restlessly galloping The train disappeared in a blink The cars are obstinately racing For a moment, I forgot to think! The gushing wind is loud and unforgiving The ground under my feet is trembling. With an untamed and ambiguous force Everything is filled with speed and remorse. I halt to hear, listen through the...

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How can you say every life should be saved when you have no concern for the living, for the hungry and poor you have saved that life for yet find yourself so unforgiving? ~Jeannie Cronin...

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Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain, awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing., down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing, at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name. Just like a kid in love all over again.. learning her games in many a winding curve, perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve, shyly look back...

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If the sky should crumble and fall, And the fire should have dominion over my soul In the moment of my last gasp for air I wish to be painting the city of love in this notebook I have It’s like we’re colorless rose flowers, Magnificent but still can’t attract the bees to stay long enough, With no nectar nor...

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He was a raised hand, Striking down his past. Delivering sutures To each of the futures He touched. Braying of donkeys Echoing in his background. A passing cloud, Thundering loud Smatterings of thought, Like intermittent rain On corrugated tin. Ridges of grey matter Rising, then falling To the beat Of felonious assault , Hard, soft meeting Life, entering death Arm in...

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In your parched desert land As the pendulum swings And your friends are all gone Still you’re moving right along Like it doesn’t mean a thing In your parched desert land Thinking life’s unforgiving Why not swallow your pride Take an honest look inside Join the land of the living In your parched desert land Your manufactured death valley Kind response was so important Yet your...

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