Cynical Poems

Cynical poems bring the best collection of short and long cynical poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great cynical rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these cynical poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on cynical are here for you.

Forgetting

Forgetting long poem

Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.

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Dirty Pretty Words

Dirty Pretty Words prose poem

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

“Tête-à-tête: Cupid and Fiend”

Tête à tête: Cupid and Fiend long poem

‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t

Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet

Internal Conflicts

Internal Conflicts long poem

I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of

Fooled Again

Fooled Again short poem

She passed me by throwing me the crumbs of a smile, no sign of the love she swore would last forever, some time ago we were kissing now we’re passing. I know what she feels like under jeans and anorak

Kissing Shadow

Kissing Shadow short poem

Guise like an angel, cuts like a devil Child-like, playful, so fickle as he tickle Sleek, dark, cat-like eyes Brows black as the chilly night Cherry-picking lips, decadent smile Little kitty, big bad leopard inside. Breathe-like stance, scary but not

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed;

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Do You Know The Real Me

Do You Know The Real Me short poem

life has made me happy, and it’s made me blue it has given me a reason to act the way I do I’ve been loved and lied to, been beaten and abused made to feel needed, and made to feel

We Are The Nothing

We Are The Nothing short poem

We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death. We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed. Burn it to the ground and ground it down; I love falling apart in your arms. Everyone is going

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Sapphire

Sapphire short poem

That blurred evening light Coming from my windows Instilling unusual sensations, Making places for solace and sorrow. That blurred evening light, Filling my room with colours unseen. Gifting moments of bliss, Laying down unspoken pains. That glorious evening light- Occupying

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Poems Like Flowers

Poems Like Flowers ode

Do not be a stranger come on and write. Your poems like flowers in the garden of life. When you are gone there is no sunshine around. So please be here because you are a wonderful scribe. Your words are

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare prose poem

He did not read my diary left open, to know my kind Just read that middle page from his age set mind If only he had the time and patience That would have checked him by his conscience To read

Transmigrated Monkey-man

Transmigrated Monkey man short poem

World and Time, you monkeyed Me into a decrepit and cold-moneyed Ape – How, transmigrated old babe, I grow distantly hard as a nail And thereby hangs the tail-end of my tale: Fate – Hangs me upon a use-by date;

The Song Bird

The Song Bird short poem

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

Archives

Archives short poem

Fear of a mound, tumbling down on the half-buried, half dead archives of desires, comes like a stampede of hoops on my chest. I lie alone in a desert of insanity. From the sea of agony one drop of salted

The Light In The Dark

The Light In The Dark short poem

We meet a lot of people along the way, But only a few connect and stay the same way. Many impact us in ways we never thought of, Some happy, some say, But i met them all, I am glad.

Asterism

Asterism long poem

It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground

Brady O’shae And The Dragon

Brady O’shae And The Dragon long poem

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

Terracotta

Terracotta short poem

With fractured hands I lit a pyre of small nudes with pink globes. A moon bleaches me white in a long night. A reprieve was needed from the scorching sun opening a jinx of a metaphor. The poems will take

Sunshine

Sunshine short poem

Beautiful colors are filling my day with a smile I just walk a long the way people are passing by and greeting me ’cause they see, what I see I’m not more, not less, just a girl with a voice

Jesus Of The Bottom Line

Jesus Of The Bottom Line short poem

The man who mistook the money he made for time with his family the intimate touch of the edge of his desk as it dug into his butterfat belly when he slept every night embrace by his tooled leather belt

The Appointment

The Appointment long poem

Naked in shade, feet tough as alligators even to the steel-belted shreds flicking at weed-tips, the male body knows little peace: it is either a machine for cocking and throwing, heaving emblem of a beast or a tub of sourdough

A Child’s Greatest Fear

A Childs Greatest Fear short poem

What fear grasps the heart of this child of eight? Greater it is than the imagined monsters which stir in the closet during the still of night. More terror filled than the creäture which lurks beneath his castle bed. More

Anatomical Pieces

Anatomical Pieces prose poem

Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling, syncopating the noise of the tinkle toys the gutless boys enraptured in the music the anthem Of invidious phantoms. My eyes hurt inside and I

One Fine Day

One Fine Day short poem

The storm shall surrender and harmony would prevail Shackles of the mind Would break free! Shadows of the past Fade away for better Lost memories.. Engulf newer moments Shattered dreams Lighting up future streams One fine day The day of

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom)

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom) ballad

Left in fuchsia, left awful, never happen, smiled and gazed, waited until twilight, never came, , left solo, left naught, left heartbroken, no place to be found. ran, barefoot and red, eyes blurry with pain. left me, escaped passed strangers,

Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

A Sonnet To God

A Sonnet To God sonnet poems

Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.

Happy Lake

Happy Lake short poem

Morning has once again broken Thanks again it is so lovely I have awoken I’m about to walk again down the future road Come with me my friends and share the load Lots of happiness I am going to take

Tomorrow Will Tell

Tomorrow Will Tell ballad

Can I ever go on Tomorrow will tell At this moment in time I’m living in hell Will normality return Will I always look back Will I hold myself together Or will I inevitably crack The pain and the tears

Customized Menu

Customized Menu ballad

Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms

The Devil’s Temptations

The Devils Temptations short poem

Making dirty love is the devil’s first temptation Yet very few resist the desire for carnal sin by seduction A woman can charm and excite a man beyond imagination And make him do things only a dirty pig would dare

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish for things no one can give me No not for money or clothes only a key. A key to unlock a door. A door to give me a safe way to the floor. I wish for eyes that

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

Dear Husband !

Dear Husband ! long poem

My mornings are sad and evenings are blue As if I am incomplete without dear you On you here my heart is due When good omens remain from many to few When strangers became friends , we once knew Heart

This Is To Be You

This Is To Be You prose poem

We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive -“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now) social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun. A mile away,