Poems about Anger, cruelty & meanness

These poems are about cruelty and meanness that we sometimes feel, think and say. As people we can sometimes be not very kind to one another. Sometimes the people who are the closest to us may suffer the most of our cruelty. I am quite sure that many of us have say very bad things to the people we love in times of stress or anger. These things that we say are very painful and hurtful but luckily we forgive each other, but do we ever forget. Me, I think that most of us may forgive, but forget may be not. Again cruelty comes in different forms from physical actions, spoken words or even something as small as ignoring someone. In the poems here, I have tried to capture some of these types and forms of cruelty. The titles are: "Surprise Surprise", "Family Lives & Lies", "Damnation Game", "Bastards Incorporated" and "I Am What". Again if you have any question and/or comments, please feel free to contact me. Syrbastyian

Poem: Surprise Surprise

" Surprise, Surprise "

Surprise, surprise.

I have got a surprise for you.

Is it big, is it small.

Does it need batteries at all.

Can it hang on a wall.

I see, I see.

You eyes, your eyes so big and wide.

Wide for your surprise.

You will have to wait.

wait and see your surprise.

Your surprise form me.

Surprise, surprise.

I lied, I lied.

Lied about your surprise.

You believe, you believe.

Believe the lies, the lies.

The lies from me.

I lied, I lied.

To see, to see.

To see you cry, you cry.

From the lies, the lies from me.

Surprise, surprise.

The fun, the fun.

The fun we had.

Had at your expense.

The games, the games.

That we all play.

Surprise, surprise.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Family Lives And Lies

" Family Lives And Lies "

Yes I can see their heads turn.

Turn away from me.

I can see very clear.

When they look my way, they do not see me.

I must be invisible fore they see the wall behind me.

I stand there in their vision.

Their optical sense does not register my presence.

If you did not want me, then why did you take me.

When you had me.

You striped my spirit bare to make my life a lie.

My words they do not hear.

My voice, frequencies drifting into nowhere.

Friends are my family now.

And family, well they have made it perfectly clear.

I live dead in their eyes. I never exist.

If you did not not want me, why did you bother with me.

If you did not need me, why did you keep me.

So you made my life a lie.

Blind to my life.

Deaf to my presences.

Their hearts are not for me.

They have spilled the blood in my veins, more than once.

So I shall carve R.I.P. on my memories.

If you hated me, why did you waste your precious time on me.

No you could know beat me forever.

No especially since I got bigger.

Though you tried to end me, finish me, delete me, several times.

But you are not that intelligent.

Not that strong against my force of will.

So you made my life a lie.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poems: Damnation Game

" Damnation Game "

Rest in peace, they carved on my grave.

Rest in peace, Hell, it is time for the damnation game.

Raised from the dead

I am all your nightmares come true.

I am going to tear out your heart and suck out your eyes.

Damnation game, damnation game.

Would you like to play the damnation game.

Stealing people's lives while their blood heats me inside.

Looky here, what do I see.

A beautiful young family.

Mother, father and baby makes three.

My body buzzes with delight.

I can taste their sweet salted fluid of life.

Screams and howls,

They all do the same.

Defecating in their beds while the blood drowns from their heads.

"Please, please don't kill me, don't hurt".

I love that plea, that beg.

I smile, as I sink in my teeth.

The damnation game, the damnation game.

Would you like to play the damnation game.

Watching people die, body, spirit and mind.

Tasting their blood.

As their pulse slowly fades and finally dies.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Bastards Incorporated

" Bastards Incorporated "

Uh-ah, all men are bastards that is what the bitches say.

Well let them suck a bit of this and see what they have to say.

Called my girlfriend said " I'll be home at seven. ". So I went out drinking and you guess it. She was waiting for me at seven, in the morning that is.

What could I say, Bastards Incorporated.

I do not want a relationship. All I want is in bed.

I do not care what you feel or think.

Cause I belong to Bastards Incorporated. Bastards Incorporated.

You don't give a shit about the bitches when you are in Bastards Incorporated.

I am a bastard, isn't that the truth.

What I am going to do for you, absolutely nothing. Except turn the screws on you.

So do not give me this shit about love, honour, respect yaddy ya ya.

All I want is all you have got and that is between your legs.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: I Am What

" I Am What "

If I were you, I would know what to do.

But if you were me, you would be torn into two.

Do not trust the eyes, they trick the mind.

Make them dark and use the senses inside.

I am everything you hate.

I am your nightmares come true.

I am what you fear and nothing you understand or even know.

I am everything you think I should not be.

I am me.

No you could not be straight with me.

Who do you think you are.

How could you be so insane to that I would care, would love.

No way.

Through my eyes, I have seen it all.

Seen the rich, seen the poor, seen love won and then blown away.

Intelligent people, foolish people, hard and easy people.

Used and being used in all ways.

To be alone, mmmm, to be out of sight.

Out of life, out of time, out of tomorrow and today.

I am what? Yes that is what, what.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

My Working Credo

" My Working Credo "
Our customers are our employer.
Our customers are our ultimate boss.
Our customers pay our salaries.
Our customers provide us a living.
Our customers are the hands that feed us.
We must strive to do our very best for our customers.
We must do whatever it takes to make our customers happy and satisfied.
If we keep these points in mind and do these things, we will be well fed.
Also we must work together in partnership with each other to help each other to do our very best to provide the best for our customers.
We must work together to develop each others individual skills and talents.
As one of us succeeds, we all succeed. As one of benefits, we all benefit. In this our customers will reap the rewards.
Whether our co-workers are above or below us, we must work together in partnership to openly and honestly to create and build trust.
If we keep these points in mind and do these things. Our customers will always be happy and satisfied, and we will be well fed.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poems about Love, Love lost & Love to not be

Hi here are some more of my poems. These ones are about love, love that has been lost, love that is wanted, and love that is not meant to be. Love such a powerful and crazy thing, when you think all the actions and things people do for the sake of love it does seem a little insane. People have lied, fought, died and killed for love. People have given up their hobby, their lifestyle, their work, their family, their country and even their religion for love. Yet no-one really understands love, we do not truly know the secrets of getting and holding love and we have no idea at all what makes us fall in love or love someone. Since the dawn of time people have spoken about love, sang about love, dance about love, written about love and tried to analyse love. Still we never get tired of it and can never get enough of it. So I add my poems about love to the human collection. Here they are I hope you enjoy them and I hope they bring out some emotions in you. The titles are: "Are You Real", "My Gift For You", "Close Your Eyes", "Just A Day", "D & L", "In Days Of Old", "Winter Days", "Guess Not To Be", "You Would Know", "If You Just", "Endings", "Yesterday", "The Magic Of You" and "Nature". If there is anything you do not understand, please let me know. Syrbastyian

Poem: Are You Real

" Are You Real "

Are you real or just my dream, my fantasy.

I must be dreaming, the beauty in my arms.

You with your arms around me.

Softly spoken but your words give energy and power to me.

Body of sweet magnificant heavenly delights.

Your body lying next to me.

You give me strenght, hope and joy.

You make me happy.

I hope I can give be the same for you.

Are you real or just my dream, my fantasy.

You are beauty in my arms.

You are heavenly.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: My Gift For You

" My Gift For You "

If I were rich,

I would buy to the world and give it to you.

If I were a god,

I would take down the stars and wrap them around you like jewels.

But I am only a man,

A man you see.

All I can give you,

is me.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Close Your Eyes

" Close Your Eyes "

Like the day always sinks into the night.

The winds and the wolves howl for sadness tonight.

The moon calls for love and blood alike.

I can hear the shadows whispering as the dance around street lights.

My heart is truly emptied as you finally close your eyes.

You asked if I love you, and I said yes I do.

Your face shone so brightly then you said I love you.

You asked me if can it and I said you are not going to lose.

Then the pain cut through your body and there was nothing, nothing I could do.

You said I must be brave, be strong, be your warrior knight.

There is one thing your love must give me, please close my eyes.

I held you close to me, as you slowly fell asleep.

You are in a land of peace, a dreamland. No more pain to fight.

My heart was torn to pieces, on the blackened howling night.

I miss you so very deeply, my soul quakes for you.

I can not seem to find my way, without you in my life.

My tears are full of sadness and my heart is full of whys.

If there is a god out there then give the answer tonight.

Why did you take her, why did they have to die.

Why do we suffer so, only to get peace as we finally close our eyes.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Just A Day

" Just A Day "

Hair of golden sunshine.

Eyes blazing like emeralds.

Skin soft as silk and satin.

You are beauty through and through.

I wonder if you feel my heart that beats so strong for you.

I do not think it will happen, I do not think it will come true.

I have watched you as you walk by with elegance in your stride.

In every single gesture and movement you are poetry in breathe taking motion.

I do not wish to interfere in your life in anyway.

But if your train stops at my station, I hope you might stay.

Look into my eyes.

Can you see and feel the fire in them for you.

Let me be you light.

If not for a lifetime then maybe just for a day.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: D & L

" D & L "

Come over my love, take me by the hand.

Everyone has given up on you but I remain to stand.

Now come my love. Pack your bags and pack your habit.

You do not need it, just leave it alone.

You only need me so angel lets go home.

Stretched out in the corner, smacked out of your mind.

The drugs have consumed your body and now they consume your mind.

Do you recognize me? I am the one who lifted you up to the sky.

Wasted again. Can you feel my love or it is just gaps in time.

Have faith in me, you can fight for time.

all it needs is a little work so don't you expect me to give up on our life.

You are my faith, you are in my blood, you are my spirit.

I do not hear what others say, No I never listen.

I know under your haze you love me so I am here to stay.

Stretched out in the corner, smacked out of your mind.

The drugs have consumed your body and now they consume your mind.

Leave it alone, just leave it alone.

I can not on fighting your demons forever.

You have got to help you yourself or life will fall to pieces.

Does it get any better, doe it get any worse?

I do not know anymore, so come over here and let me hold you in my arms.

Together we can ride out the storm.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: In Days Of Old

" In Days Of Old "

In days of old when we were young, our romance had just begun.

In days of old our love was new, growing stronger with the years.

Like ourselves when we were children.

When I look back on our bygone years.

A smile spreads across to my face.

My heart and eyes swell with happy tears of joy.

We have raised our children well, taught and shown them what we know.

They have families of their own now.

As we relax on our back porch watching our grandchildren play.

Our hearts grow closer still.

In days of old, our spirits stood still for all the magic and beauty.

Our lives have been full.

In days of old, you and I walked hand in hand.

Over the years nothing has changed.

We love each other more now than yesterday.

In days of old, sometimes rainbows floated in the sky.

Now magnificent incandescent rainbows fill the sky.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Winter Days

" Winter Days "

The wind blows cold on our cities streets.

It seems to freshen the air and sweeten the streets.

The parties are all over, now it is time to sleep.

feel the warmth of love and lovers to meet.

So keep warm as the days start to move slower.

Hold your love and set the room with fire.

Bedroom romance, candle light, cabin fires and hot chocolate.

And the one you love to keep you warm inside.

Brown leaves rustling beneath our feet, warm colours for our eyes to feat.

While children play with a whirlwind down the other end of the esplanade.

Romantic dinners, winter strolls in the park under starlit nights.

Arm in arm, hold each other warm and tight.

Feel love for you today, feel love for you tonight, feel love for you.

And through the winter days of our life, I shall keep you warm and safe at night, always.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Guess Not To Be

" Guess Not To Be "

Sitting on some marble steps of nowhere in particular.

Freezing my arse off, it is not a pleasant sensation.

Waiting for some transport to take me where I am going.

People walking by me, discussing the importance of nothing.

Thinking of my feelings.

Wishing I was in bed with you.

Keeping each other warm and safe on this cold and lonely night.

Travelling home on the bus.

The closer I get, the harder it is to know.

Happiness building inside me with sadness at its feet.

You look so peaceful there, lying in your sleep.

I wish I knew the feelings inside your heart.

Why do I do this, got to think straight.

This is so good, that is no debate.

The only thing that matters is the happiness you have.

Guess not to be.

Guess not to be, you and me.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: You Would Know

" You Would Know "

How long have we been friends.

I know it has been for quite some time.

Where and how did it begin.

I have loved you so much before.

Now my heart is finding you again.

I see you in the morning.

See your smile each night.

Sometimes I die to tell you.

These words in my heart, these words inside.

You would know if you looked into my eyes.

This secret of my heart I keep inside.

You would know if you looked into my eyes.

I have fallen in love with you.

It is harder to fight the warm autumn breeze blowing over our spirits tonight.

Sorry this had to happen.

I did not plan it this way.

Your everything to live for.

Happiness shines through me when I see your glowing face at night.

Forgive this foolish heart.

Forgive the words I said.

I did not mean to harm only to be open by your side.

I know we will never be together in that kind of way.

I know we will never love together in that special way.

I know these things and I know we will never be.

But the love I have is not this, it is more than I can say.

You would know if you looked into my eyes.

The love I have for you is more than I can describe.

You would know if you looked into my eyes.

I never wanted to be your man, only to be a friend by your side.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: If You Just

" If You Just "

Sitting on my backdoor step.

Searching my mind for a picture of you.

Clouds are passing overhead.

They can not feel the hurt you put me through.

Tell me, tell me.

I need to know.

If you would tell me.

Why are you treating this way.

All I need is a reason.

If you just.

Do you have to be a bitch.

Every time we are face to face.

Are you to scared to say it.

Say you do not love me.

Instead of hiding and running away.

Just tell me, tell me.

I need to know.

If you would just tell me.

A reason is all I need to know.

Living without you in my life.

It is fine, I am ok.

Just this nagging question.

I would still would like to know.

If you just.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Endings

" Endings "

Before, when I looked back.

I saw your radiance so beautifully clear.

Now, then I look back.

All I can see is heartache, pain and tears.

So why do we fight for so long.

And still there are no answers.

When will we realise the love we had has ended.

We were suppose to stay together forever.

How can we talk with each other.

When we no longer hear the words we are trying to say.

So why do we wipe the tears from our eyes.

Yell at each other in anger.

Inside I think we both know the truth.

We truly know it has ended.

Lets put things behind us.

Lets put things away.

Go and find your, what you need to find.

I will go my own way.

I have no answers for this.

I have no answers for why it went this way.

I have no answers for endings.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: The Magic Of You

" The Magic Of You "

If ever, I have seen beauty.
Those beautiful things are no longer beautiful compared to you.


In my life I have experienced joy.
They could never be like the joy of having you.


I have never believed in magic.
Since you came into my life, magic has been made true.


The magic of you.




By Syrbastyian Amaya Vzampfyier

Poem: Yesterday

" Yesterday "

A cup of coffee in my hands.

Searching for something I can not grasp.

You are off on the other side.

We do not see things eyes to eye.

I realise though the heartache and pain.

Even though we still remain.

We have gone our separate ways.

We have lost what we had close.

You do not look at me.

I have no words for you.

Where do we go, go from here.

What do we do to bring back the tears.

The questions are all the same.

The answers are no answers.

But the questions remain.

It seems we are slowly falling fast.

Drifting into yesterday.

Try to find a better path.

But the better path so yesterday.

The love we had has gone into the past.

We have moved.

We were yesterday.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Nature

" Nature "

Mountains, Oceans and love.

Oh, what magical and beautiful things.

They are the wonders of life.

The beginning of things.

When we seen them and feel them.

We can soar like a bird.

We can cry for the perfection, for which we have no words.

Mountains, Oceans and love.

Oh, what magical and beautiful things.

But they can also crush you, destroy you with ease.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier