Cruelest Poems - Poems about Cruelest

(“The Heart of It #2”, 2007, original oil) Honesty is the Cruelest Gift of All I’m down to the nub of a pencil I’ve been carrying around in my heart For over three decades And as much as I’ve cherished this relic I feel it’s finally time to let it go. Over the years every once in a while I’ve...

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Impenetrable fortresses built from the many stones of regret, re enforced with the concrete mistakes we can never forget. Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell. The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month. . . But he was wrong. August is by far the cruelest. August with its sultry cloak, Oppressive shroud, Baking under the Relentless sun. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? Don’t go outside, Not if you value Your composure; Not if you value Your tranquility. August is a thief. But September. . . ahhh! September is a promise....

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We blame any obstacles in our ways The obstacles are cruel We try all the ways to remove them We blame the devil as well as God But who is or which is the cruelest after all I said it's time Because there isn't any more chance And nothing can be done If without the permission of time...

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Stuck in an abyss of emotions That nobody else can compare The way that life presents itself Is furthest from the truth But I numb myself To not care Lies after lies Off the tongue They leak So sweet Meanwhile it's my heart That get brutalized By a loyalty That none can see. Times reveals the cruelest lesson The outcome Of sow and reap Heaven only knows the answer So in my heart I...

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It is the cruelest of hate Creeping like an imposturous reptile In the morning light of Eve’s Garden Fangs dripping with malice Searching for tender flesh to taste Cruel hate clandestinely charging Uncharged minds Innocent ones Too young to leave Too old to hold on Hissing rancorous lyrics Like a street pusher pandering opiates To abject addicts Hate creates images of a fresh world Socially acceptable to his guiltless...

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You may grieve on this darkest of days. You may weep tears of demulcent dew And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme, Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays. Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain, Far from the sunshine high summer once brought. Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain Where...

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Is the cruelest of all cancers ironies ? Not that it is to be met or end in death ? Nor the suffering the disease itself inflicts ? On both the terminal and those left ? But rather how it brings us together than ever before ? Unfortunately to late ? And how the every day to day things we once found a...

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I often think cruelest thing one can do, Is to deny the young the opportunity to follow their heart, All because your heart was once broken, And you have not learned to forgive. The hole in their heart, Now about to become the same size as yours, With no sewing kit in the house, To give even one thread of hope to...

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Impenetrable fortresses built from stones of regret, reinforced with concrete mistakes we can never forget. Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell. The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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There were times you called me vindictive names, Said so many uncalled for things that hurt. You played so many emotional games And with my friends you did shamelessly flirt. Was there ever a time I lost my shirt ? Despite your disdain and cruel intent Your burning barbs and maleficent bent Most...

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Autumn leaves released against the cruelest winds unmoored, without a distant shore to land have no instruction, nor direction, swept by the tides of winter seas Surfing waves without an oar curled tight against themselves Fall winds spread them far, until they sink and crumble into dust While I must not stumble and must not curl tight against myself but be kin to nature... soar the waves of winter...

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The cruelest of cages A cage of the mind. No freedom lies With such heavy binds Thinking, Speaking, Processing It all becomes difficult. This cage tight and sealed Breaking free It just a dream....

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Impenetrable fortresses built from stones made of regret reenforced with the concrete of mistakes we can never forget. Confined within these walls only your guilt here shall dwell. The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves....

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The Cruelest Fate By Elton Camp What was Lois is all but gone “It’s dementia,” the doctor said “Just be glad she doesn’t know. “It’s so much better that way.” With the blank look on her face, Family talk as if she isn’t there Or doesn’t comprehend words She has become a burden now She no longer ministers to them Nor is able to care for...

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