"unmercifully" poems
The eye of the hurricane
Swept through a country side
Not batting an eye
All those in it's path perish
A mosque, a person, a Muslin
Another, another, another
Until 49 were gunned down
Killed
Executed
And many more injured
Scarred forever
in·dis·crim·i·nate·ly
A finger on a trigger
Held steady
Unmercifully
Picking targets
To cries and screams
With no regard for life
Only for the shooter
To make a name for himself
His message board
His manifesto
His hate of immigrants
Muslims
Leaving in it's path
Bloodshed
A country's darkest day
His infamy
Who is this individual
The eye of the hurricane
Sitting in the middle
Teetering to the right
An extremist
Category of the worst kind
A patch of ******
Sitting in his landscape
Of his sunken mind
Incarceration
Laughing, laughing, laughing
Today, today, today
And this was his trigger
His devil
His dialogue
Today he spoke
Another, another, another
To cries
That echo
Forever
Long after the hurricane
Loses its tail
This makes me sick
I look up in the sky and ask why
Logan Robertson
3/15/2019
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
the streets are ****** with our self denial
we beat ourselves senseless with our
police mentality
we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully
the streets are prisons we make
we say
we do it for our unborn children's sake
we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully
unmercifully
we desire to be the .....house slaves
we do not want to be the..... factory worker
we are the policemen
we have adopted slave mentality
we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully
come away boy
come away girl
there is a better world somewhere
away from the streets we ******
with our self denial
and
police mentality
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
You notice the browning leaves,
Early victims,
In midsummer
Late July and August
And they parallel our love
Crisping stale edges
Edging inward
Inward to where growing used to be
I blame the sun
The sun of truth
Blasting unmercifully on our greenness
And returning us to the soil
Of amorous compost.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
The dark and devilish nature of her words
Strike my soul with bone crushing impact
Delivering me to unfathomable heights
Soaring beyond valleys of unspoken truths
I swear I could feel the searing pain secreting
From the puddles of ink unmercifully ***********
From within her little black pen of revenge
A cold, hard case of poetic justice iced my veins
Slashing fiercely through the tender tissues of my heart
Leaving a dreadful scar of excruciating scorn
Forever embedded in what was once a sacred home
It was as if a voodoo ritual was taking place
Possessing every inch of my flesh successfully
Soaking my skin with tsunamis of fear
Compelling my body to dance with the spirit
As I danced to the rhythm of the drums
A cloud of smoke was blown to distort my vision
In the wake of the smoke I began to hallucinate
The image of a **** harlot equipped with a machete
Appeared before my eyes taking me by surprise
Ready to slaughter and **** all who oppose her
And rob them of their oh so precious manhood
She pressed her lips against the blade then blew a kiss
The kiss caressed my lips with the taste of honey
By the swift blow of a gentle breeze she was gone
When I returned from this coma of entertainment
A severe addiction was unmistakably evident
My taste buds craved for more of this woman's literature
I had fallen victim to her powerful hex of poetic justice
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary
(All rights reserved)
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:28 AM UTC
Consideration took into account
Conditions to be deliberated
Planning in advance
Kept a count
Their intentions set in mind
Way ahead of time
If compassion, were to be
Handed out
Sympathy checked in with feelings
Seeking out the strongest surge
While sorrow and misfortune began reeling
Within an
Empathetic urge
Frightened panic cried out in dismay
At sympathies fearlessness
While unkind words unmercifully
Shook the day
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
I don’t like the ant
Or that is to say
There is something about them I don’t like
They are unthinking
They lay chemicals at dawn
And don’t stop searching until night is strong
They are unthinking
Moving unmercifully
The hive mind their meaning that I despise
Something about them
This ant will never know freedom
In nature
This worker ant both night and day
In nature
Being for the benefit of the queen
There is no laughter
Not in the cities
Not in the sprawling farms and endless roads
There is no laughter
Just hands hardened by toil
On cast iron tools and heavy machines
I don’t like the ant
They are unthinking
They searching blindy restless legs forever seek
With no imigination
The ant is just a slave
A slave who doesn’t want freedom
They are unthinking
The ant will never know laughter
In nature
The ant is just a reminder
In nature
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
Centuries far ago
In the African state of Congo
Trespassed by the heartless whites
Civilizing the blacks, against their rights
They invaded them under a false pretence
They shattered humanism’s true essence
Several men decayed, as malnourished
For being skinned in charcoal colour they were punished
The invaders sowed the seeds to racism
It grew larger using euphemism
It all spread like a malicious talk
Darkness bowed when the white flesh would walk
Subjugated with iron chains the slaves marched
With empty stomachs and throats parched
Killed unmercifully if they refused a task
After all, the devil resided behind the white mask
They looted several nations
Leaving behind schools and railway stations
But who would benefit from development of this kind?
In the darkness, hearts had turned blind
Oh, one day back then it all changed
Hearts pumped louder through the ribs that were caged
Unleashing those iron chains they chased;
Till those heartless masters felt disgraced
The dark cloak of slavery burnt to dust
While freedom of sunshine sparkled on all the rust
Each enslaved human fought for what is right
No one could dare to break their might
Blood was shed on both sides
But they didn’t cease their stride
Back then they made them flee
But those racist seeds flew across seas
The darkness never prevails
From one land to another it sails
Only the goodness in one’s soul,
Can take the darkness for a toll!
-Zainab Attari
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Entities of Reality stalk haunt humankind
Teasing unmercifully promising in person
A plain brown package; The Mind’s Eye; Pandora’s Box.
Desire disguised as a need, want, or a trophy.
Consciousness trying to escape the emptiness.
It doesn’t matter; How can we rise above, transcend it?
The tears won’t stop? Call them Tears of Joy; Gratitude.
Make promises to get what you want, then wait to see.
Pretend to be Happy; Joyful; Hide the Pain.
Make jokes! Laugh your way through the heartache! Look happy!
Want it? Take it! Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth!
Feeling guilty about it is unproductive.
Saving Grace; Just Passing Thru; Get Out of Jail Free!
It doesn’t matter; Unconditional Forgiveness.
It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday.
It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway.
Despair, Distress, Hopelessness; An Undeserved Mess!
What’s in it for You? Recognition? Salvation?
Generosity; Curiosity; Doesn’t Pay!
Return it! Get a Refund! Just use it, don’t buy!
Redemption; Reconciliation; Justified;
It doesn’t matter; Give it back: Return To Sender
It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday.
It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
you’ll never feel the bite of pain
that tears the skin from bone
nor the aching loneliness that
scares the heart from home
the absoluteness that leaves a hole
where nothing is able to hide
while driven by the loathing
birthing a life to the love inside
no matter what the circumstance
you can’t negate the absolute horror
of wanting what is begged for
there is no returning the honor
I’ll whip my self unmercifully
until the end of a perfect day
even while you subjugate me
my scars upon myself just say
how much you intended to deny me
all twisted parts upon me are a whole
crisscrossed upon my body are the marks
that give you access to my soul
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
I was hasty and stupid.
I did not know what i wanted.
When i saw you all i wanted was to snog you
You looked feckin perfect in your blue shoes.
I didn't know what was coming my way.
I didn't know i was going to get hurt that way.
Cold-bloodedly and unmercifully.
Painfully and pitifully.
I was ****** ignorant....
You were my bestfriend's ****** girlfriend!!!!!!
Thank you for making me romance-intolerant.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
A bad hand delt, a crippling hopelessness felt
In possession of a heart that can't and won't melt
Whipped unmercifully with a tanned hide belt
So often in fact it no longer leaves a welt
Only a lonely darkness under this human pelt
Always knew when the fear was near by how bad it smelt
And out of respect, or maybe terror, every time it arrived, I knelt
©2023
Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC
A living, fire-breathing dragon is
Equivalent to your personality
Treading across your path is
A crucial threat to life expectancy
Unmercifully you scorch any creature
That catches your eye
Staining your victims with emotions
Of deep guilt and regret
How can you hold back the tears
From the anguish you conceived?
It must be hard to swallow ‘cause
It burns the passage of your throat
At the same temperature of heat you
Bestowed upon those innocent people
Stings doesn't it? Well now you know
How excruciating it was for me
My heart has summoned me
Here to inform you
Of a contractual notice confirming your
Assassination and cremation
Karma was bound to
Bite you back sooner or later
So take this pen and sign
Your death certificate with pride
Be as brave as you were when
You ruined the beauty of billions
Be as confident as you were when
You drowned the human race
In a sea of
Your chaotic arrogance
Enjoy your cremation I hope
You scream and suffer
In streaming tears of
Well deserved agony
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary
(All rights reserved)
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
You ask us to follow You
To fracture the foolishness that unmercifully undermines us
Why are we persistent in our poisonous pride
And obdurately grasp the darkness that destroys us
The deafening depression, the hardened hatred, the conflicting chaos
When You are the light that gives us hope
The One who can bring us back to life
You create wonders out of nothing
Surely You can make something out of us
What You have to offer is so much more
Than what we must relinquish
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Before the UK Election
Those Tory Trolls slagged off
The Labour Leader
Jeremy Corbyn
Unmercifully –
Dredging up his distant past,
Turning his heroic quest for Peace in Northern Ireland
Into an act of alleged “treason”
And much more.
They painted a grim grey scene.
But like King Arthur and his gallant knights,
Corbyn unsheathed his own Excalibur:
That mighty thing called “Hope”.
He offered us all a brighter future,
Except perhaps for the greedy rich,
To sweep through the enemy ranks
Upon his horse, “Momentum”.
Once more to the breach…
And as the opinion polls swing
More and more in his favour,
Victory for Labour
Is only a matter of time.
Paul Butters
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
White dress, wedding gown
now heading downtown
second thoughts, too late.
Two jobs, feel spent
struggling to pay rent
abused by her husband.
And they say
he always hits her daily
even more so lately
been that way since eighteen
and lately her face seems
sunken in and bony
looking more than gloomy
and she screams
the worst things in life are dear to us
yes I love him with all I have
even though he treats me bad
but I don't want to go home tonight
if I go home he could **** me
beat me unmercifully
yes I'm to scared inside
to go home tonight
to go home tonight.
Torn shirt, black eye
beaten till she wants to die
curled up, long cry.
Drunk night, comes home
she finally grabs the phone
cops come, now alone.
And they say
he always hit her daily
even more so lately
been that way since eighteen
and lately her face seems
sunken in and bony
looking more than gloomy
and she screams
the worst things in life are dear to us
yes I love him with all I have
even though he treats me bad
but I don't want to go home tonight.
If I go home he could **** me
beat me unmercifully
yes I'm to scared inside
to go home tonight
but I go home tonight
dressed in white
teary eyed
ready for a better life
for the first time, I feel safe tonight
ready for this new life.
And they say
she smiles more lately
since he went away
been that way since that night
and lately her face seems
brighter and less weary
looking lots more cheery
and she screams
the worst thing in my life is gone from me
yes I loved him with all I had
but now he's gone and I feel so glad
now I'm not scared inside
to go home tonight
to go home tonight.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:14 AM UTC
When I was 5 I started to put sharpie or pen on my nails to make them black.
And I even recall on one instance where I put mascara in my hair to give myself black streaks.
I now want black stiletto nails, and I know that many others have them, or even just paint their fingernails black.
And it makes me think, black is such a beautiful colour and yet we put down and make fun of the people of that colour.
They can't change it, and they shouldn't have to feel that they must.
Being another colour than white shouldn't be a day to day burden or task.
It should make you feel beautiful and blessed.
But not everyone sees it that way.
It's a shame really, you see so many superb black men and women that stand out in this day and age and community.
And it has been that way for centuries.
Giving us all music to move to and lose ourselves in, books to read (perhaps more than once), movies to watch and adore, and many other things.
And yet people don't realize, they're just HUMAN.
Not having a choice of what pigmentation their skin is.
Being beaten unmercifully, and some being prosecuted not from their actions but because people have come to terms that all of that colour perform the same cruel acts.
Stereotypes;
It's not fair and I refuse to live in a society that is so mean and brutal.
Be nice to people regardless of their skin, the look or feel of it.
Be helpful to those in need regardless if others wouldn't because they have different views than you.
I'm not saying this little collection of words will change the world.
But I'm letting it be known that I myself will not be spiteful towards others that have not been to me.
Just because their skin may shout out because it is darker than others, it doesn't make them less of a person.
You don't want people to be put in boxes and yet you categories them, making them feel small and wrong.
We have come such a long way, not just for this subject but for others.
But I want my voice to be heard and my opinion to be stated.
And for others to not be so crass and quick to judge.
People are people, and deserve to be treated like it.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
The ice
Beneath our feet
Is very thin
Our hearts
Are covered
By skin
We assume
The facade
Will hold
But the water
Below the ice
Is very cold
And the distance
Between life and death
Is very slight
The net
Beneath our lives
Is for black, brown and white
Life
Below the net
Is death
We walk
Watching the cracks
Measuring each step
We fly
Assuming the net
Is there
We fall
Much too fast
Into despair
Paycheck
To paycheck
A wing and a prayer
We smile
And laugh
As long as it’s there
Too small
And powerless
For a bail-out
The poor
Suffer through
A trickle-down drought
But I
Who has much
But not enough
Seemingly secure
With a full plate
Life’s not too tough
Yet fear
Lurks beneath
The surface
The thin line
Wraps my mind
Like a graceless necklace
Choking my emotions
As I look down
And see
The reality
While my children
Still believe
In me
The membrane
Between life and death
Unknowing my fears
In myself
And life’s short breath
As each day
I exist
For them
For their future
As adults
So they can begin
The cycle all over
And walk
The ice
As I did
Hoping they remember
My advice
To avoid the cracks
And not look down
And let fear
Rule their minds
Or their hearts
Instead drawing near
Strength
From whatever source
To live graciously
Towards those
Who fell
Unmercifully
Through the ice
Beneath their feet
And plunged
Into the dark
Cold
Expunged
From society’s
Conscience
And memory
Losers
With no redeeming
Quality
Except for in the minds
Of those
Who were taught
To love
To care
In every thought
Because
Their father's fears
Brought forth
A simple message
For a simple life
And what was worth
The worries
Or the pride
Or the mistrust
In life
In our leaders
And the unjust
Yes
They will peer
Through the ice
And feel the beating heart
Through the membrane
And will hold no vice
Against life
Or themselves
Or another
Knowing the cracks
Beneath their feet
Are not solely reserved for their brother
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 7:21 PM UTC
A balcony underneath a blanket of stars,
Any other night and it may have been beautiful.
Fearing the unknown; not really knowing what it is I fear.
Standing at the edge of a precipice-
Wondering, waiting for fate’s hands to guide me over the edge,
Or to drag me back into my blinded distrust
Where soothing words smother uncertainties.
Prepare yourself; a thousand questions to which there are no answers,
Only a deathly silence, a blank face, unquestionable-
There is a fine line between eternal slumber and death,
And through the eyes of another I face both.
In darkness, time unmercifully lengthens- in sleeplessness,
I ask myself over and over and over,
But the wind’s whispers are too quiet to hear.
So many others relish the relief of the unknown,
Alone I stand, able to see through their grimaces.
Through self-indulged abandonment have I dug my own grave.
I left you in his healing hands; judgment and doubts aside.
Each marked stone bears the signature of your remembrance,
To all of these days I have walked upon the earth.
Convince me, tell me and take me away from this precipice-
Back into your awaiting arms.
21.09.2010
Anna Elizabeth Rose ©
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
Sometimes when people can’t see you for whom you are,
They try to force you to be someone you really aren’t.
Real beauty is being true to oneself, Not by trying to be someone your not
A flower cannot change its color nor can Spring become Fall.
*Don’t lose the person you really are
Because you are you and only you;
The mold was broke when they formed your star
Cheer up young one don’t be blue*
I once knew a boy who always bought shoes two sizes larger,
Because he couldn’t bare the ridicule of having small feet.
You see, when you were conceived, genetically you became one of kind.
There’s no else like you, and believe it or not we all have physical imperfections.
*Don’t lose the person you really are
Because you are you and only you;
The mold was broke when they formed your star
Cheer up young one don’t be blue*
I once knew a boy who was thin as a stalk of corn,
And he if turned sideways and stuck out his tongue, He looked like a zipper.
He would get teased unmercifully, but if he had done just one think different,
Because when you laugh at your own flaws, disparagement and criticism are defeated.
*Don’t lose the person you really are
Because you are you and only you;
The mold was broke when they formed your star
Cheer up young one don’t be blue*
**Happiness doesn’t depend on any external conditions,
it is governed by our mental attitude ~Dale Carnegie**
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
earlier
when the sun woke me up
I decided to take a morning shower
in your endless despair
I unfolded
between the delicate creases
that the storming waves
had built up around you
you caught me riding your wave
and unmercifully, you thought
you would drown me
since I was drowning anyway
choking
on your salty sea water
became my daily dose of *******
my comforting shelter
as the ocean having unlimited power
I kept on stumbling
underneath
your bleached layer of foam
Now I am cleaner
than a drug addict after *******
my spirit finally clearer
than the ocean wind
only weeds still tangled up in my toes
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
I can not see anything with the rain clouding up my window.
Vague figures are moving out there so slow.
I am waiting for you to come home.
I know from town to town you have roamed.
The sound of the rain thunders, irritating my ears.
Will you ever make it home to me?
I fear the storm is hampering you on your way.
I hope the wind would drive it away.
Hours pass me by and still you are not in sight.
I start to feel so cold inside.
As the rain is falling harder and unmercifully.
And then, slowly but surely i begin to see it perfectly.
I am running in a swirl of time.
I feel so cold and empty.
I find myself standing in the rain against the storm.
Cold and stiff like an old aging tomb.
Right before me i see you through the window...
You are looking out with such a longing on your face, far away i hear a row.
I am right here....
Can you not see me....
I shout out loud as i walk closer to your window.
*Open the door...
Let me in...*
You keep staring at the storm...
I know you can not see or hear me...
I see tears running down your face...
As you close the window and hide yourself out of my sight....
*I am here...
Let me in...*
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
I’m waiting on you
And I'm being very patient
To show you my love
Is my only intent
The hours and minutes
Tick by unmercifully slow
And my anticipation for your touch
Just seems to grow and grow
Unable to focus
My thoughts are only of you
As the hours pass into days
My red heart fades to blue
I yearn for you intensely
As those days turn into weeks
My life seems meaningless without you
Your presence my soul now seeks
Weeks have evolved into months
And my sadness I can hardly bare
I feel as though I’m fading
Into the nothingness I now stare
Desperation and heart ache
Months now have become a year
Losing you forever
Was my deepest dark fear
You left without reason
With out even a warning
Now in the stillness of this place
I find myself mourning
But today I stand at your grave
And realize now it must be
That you’re the one who now
Is patiently waiting for me….
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
I am like a leaky roof.
I let tears pass through me wherever i go.
My sorrow has not yet come to pass.
I am still the same person as i was many years ago.
You mutilated my body and you called it love.
You ripped my heart out and put it on a burning stove.
And then you ate it.....slowly...
Excitedly... Unmercifully...
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 9:25 PM UTC
My Father built the house with his own hands.
He loved all kinds of weather or season.
He built it to span the gap between his heart and ours.
He spent too much time fighting his country's enemies.
He was raised by a man with a heart as cold as rain in autumn.
He used to be a beautiful man who walked by the river every morning with his passion for life.
But time has cut some marks on his very skin.
My Father painted the house with his own hands.
He loved all kinds of colour.
He painted the house white to show his true feelings for us.
Many's the time he ran down the road.
Seeking for his own truth of life
With his cold breath he showed me the true meaning of becoming a man.
One frozen night,it was late. I couldn't sleep.
I looked through the window.
There was my Father.
Standing under a Willow tree...naked and cold.
He was staring into the vagueness of the night. Afraid,maybe.
In his nakedness he looked so perfect.
His sun-burnt skin emitting weak lights of his childhood memory.
Wrong or forbidden,his naked body was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen.
A naked body of a man whose heart could bear and hide his secret feelings for years.
My body was shivering with curiousity and adoration.
My Father...
I wish i had been the wind that you're standing against.
I wish i had been the cold rain that covered you unmercifully
I wish i had been the ground that you're standing on.
I wish i could have understood why and when...
I wish i could have known you a lot better
I wish i had read your heart as you had read mine.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
The morning sun slowly rises
Above the great white mountain peaks.
The cold wind blows unmercifully
Through the vast deserted valleys
The trees creek and moan
Under the immense pressure of the wind
As quick as the snow began
It now ceases
Lulling the landscape into a hushed silence
The wind has died
The falling snow no more
The tranquil scene lay untouched
In front of heaven's door
How much longer will this tranquillity go undisturbed
How much longer till nature awakens
Soon in the distance
A chick-a-dee is heard
Then a roaring bobcat
Nature is slowly unfolding
Her graceful wings of life
As the day passes
And the sun climbs higher
In the deep blue sky
The snow begins to melt
The brooks begin to bubble
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC