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Yuki Jan 2019
Show me the heart
who was never cruel
and I will admit my
fallacy in believing
that hate is less
fearful than love.
Always too many absents
at life’s lessons and no one
who raises a hand.
kim Jan 2019
love is dangerous
it is painful, cruel
but that’s because love is strong
it is powerful, robust

love can make you cry
make you feel the the most pain you’ve ever felt
but love can make you happy
make you smile as big as the universe

but is that enough to make you hold onto love?

or is the pain just too much to bear?
IncholPoem Jan 2019
This  time   winter
  was  the  real
cruel   king.



   The  king  does  not  allow
    to  enter  the  vehicles
to  the  cities.


   This  is  the   monopoly  and
monarchy  of  a  king.


     On highway
in  fog  situation
teas  and  co fees  are
  being  distributed    freely
   to  avoid  accidents.


   This  was  really  thew  
great   symptoms  of
  a  king.

   In  foggy  and  foggy
situation  truck  drivers
have  to  sing  
to  escape  from winter.
Hyp Jan 2019
Life is a cruel hell
Buries you in crushing cold
And taunts you with warmth
That you'll NEVER hold
Keerthi Kishor Jan 2019
Like an iceberg you hit me.
Sinking me down to the darkest abyss.
Revealing just your icy tip.
Leaving me wondering what lies beneath.
“Call me Titanic. The one that fell for your flawless tricks.”
Elizabeth Jan 2019
I’ve never known love,
Although I’ve loved fiercely,
Always being the caged dove,
With wings damaged severely.

Through the dark, two lights were shining bright,
Those were your eyes,
In me they ignite,
A fire leading to my demise.

You sank your teeth into my heart,
And left me bleeding,
My world has fallen apart,
With you on its throne, leading.

Your apathy is killing me,
Tell me, how can you be so cruel?
Ignoring my plea,
As if I were a worthless jewel.
Anthony Mayfield Dec 2018
Roses, bullets, and a Bible
Guided my life
A shine for my light
My happiness was never trifle
My smile was bright
My heart was kind

   Roses, bullets, and a Bible
   Blind my light
   Pervert my sight
   Not prepared for Blue
   Not by a mile
   But lost, through and through
   Youth's too cruel
      
      Roses, bullets, and a Bible
      Broken shards
      Build my scars
      Happiness is only trifle
      But maybe I'm still good
      I hope I can still be good
Hopefully
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