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 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


“Tête-à-tête: Cupid and Fiend”

Tête à tête: Cupid and Fiend long poem


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


Fooled Again

Fooled Again short poem


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 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


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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Universal Language

Universal Language short poem

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The Reality

The Reality short poem


Cain’s Victims

Cains Victims long poem

The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal


Tired long poem


The Nature Of Things

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Count Down

Count Down short poem


The Change

The Change long poem

His eyes start to shimmer, as the morning dew arrives, Like the reflection in a mirror, His whole story written in his eyes, The glassy film he’s wearing, hides the truth behind his lies, For as he’s moving on through

The Ashman Cometh

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Mirror short poem

I look into this mirror. What do I see? Is this a true reflection of me? Am I someone I recognize? Am I the right height and size? Where did I come from I often wonder? I have sat many

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do? long poem


Search For Love

Search For Love prose poem


Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

A Reflection of the Light

A Reflection of the Light short poem


Revenge Of The Manifesto

Revenge Of The Manifesto elegy

Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their


Unicorn ode

it only has one horn which is why it’s called a unicorn if it had two horns it would be called a twonicorn the purpose of a unicorn is to provide a ride for a beautiful naked lady- usually a

The Buried Secret

The Buried Secret short poem

A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the

The Whimsical Female Egg!

The Whimsical Female Egg! short poem


Never Let Your Rainbows Fade Away

Never Let Your Rainbows Fade Away short poem


Walking Like A Zombie

Walking Like A Zombie short poem

I walk through the halls and streets like a zombie empty and alone Wandering aimlessly around curious if she knows I exist. “The past is the past,” they say but the pain is still pain, They also say, “The heart

Destined To Be Orphan

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Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for


Pathophobia short poem

Vast emptiness preceded him, when he stood inside a glass on road. Sun did not contradict him, light had entered back in stars. Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There was no reason. Pain in neck neglected for long now becomes time,


Prognosis short poem

Did you foresee it? It was coming. The freaked guilt of failed attempt to get yourself kissed by a flame in the androgynous temptation of dark. One legitimate delay in dying of moon’s tears? The weather had fizzled out during

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For