Cruel Poems - Poems about Cruel

..."over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar" ... Samual Taylor Coleridge Over the waters blue I love to sail, many times I get to see a big whale. Some nights t......Read the rest...

... Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw ......Read the rest...

... A vacation was needed, off on a cruise we were treated. Great cabin, food, parties and shows, now in a chair with a book about a rose. The seas got really rough, off the desk went our ......Read the rest...

... Today’s blessing comes from the author L. R. Knost who, with the wisdom and knowledge she brings reminds us as human beings and parents of two very important things: She teaches us that it ......Read the rest...

...Wicked Love And Clean Desire Cruel and dirty desires, blackened love, broken life You aren’t my life, I am a skilled guy, unclean our love Please, shut me, up and call your gangsters, clear my ......Read the rest...

...In distant lands, where echoes fade to sighs, Two friends, once bound by laughter's gentle ties, Now parted by the vast and stretching miles, Their bond still lingers, though the distance piles. ......Read the rest...

... A heart asks, why he is in pain, why he is bloody He doesn’t understand it, this life is cruel to him His situation is incomprehensible; bad nothing He feels like a despised beaten man; suffer......Read the rest...

...As I walk the bustling cobbled streets Of Victorian splendour grande, I wonder what my eyes will meet And what heart will take a stand. Shop Fronts decked in Christmas gifts To peruse life's......Read the rest...

...Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower, While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here . The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour, I can......Read the rest...

...Part of my soul severed by their ruthless oppression, demoralization and exploitation of a frightened and abandoned child. Part of me drowning in detrimental sorrow as a 10 yr. old coerced by the ......Read the rest...

... Quote By Poet: "I like to bring my imagination out in writing so you can bring your imagination out in reading." Books call my name, the bookstores are not to blame. Writing books and ......Read the rest...

...Crypt and memories of the past I feel like a corpse in a morgue, I am already that, a living dead My crypt is so cold, dark, blind darkness everywhere, life after life I got up, but the door was......Read the rest...

... I still havnt found that door I should open, The door to a future and mends what is broken, A gateway to happiness, A land full of dreams, To walk through this door is everything it seems, A......Read the rest...

...In the darkest recesses of my mind a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared Every step a battle, every task a test concent......Read the rest...

...I can't believe I thought that. In the shadows of my soul the whispers lingered. It murmured and elegantly sat massaging my last ego in the stool of regrets. My being was lied to, stomped at, shot w......Read the rest...