Poems About Bittersweet Seeking Friendly Advice
#bittersweet
Maple666
Poem Published
Today 2:14am
Today 2:14am
TIME
After making her fall to her knees
Ignoring her just coz you could
It doesn’t feel very nice it slowly
cuts her up . Her self esteem is
dissected just because she felt
to much . Now after her heart
ended up in her feet and her
mind had jogged round the block
a few times chasing dreams and
the elusive why? . She ended up
exhausted and now she has the
energy for only thinking about
herself . Your name fading
amongst the pain and your face
a shadow she can’t see your eyes
anymore. With suffering comes...
Ignoring her just coz you could
It doesn’t feel very nice it slowly
cuts her up . Her self esteem is
dissected just because she felt
to much . Now after her heart
ended up in her feet and her
mind had jogged round the block
a few times chasing dreams and
the elusive why? . She ended up
exhausted and now she has the
energy for only thinking about
herself . Your name fading
amongst the pain and your face
a shadow she can’t see your eyes
anymore. With suffering comes...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#despair
#emptiness
#regret
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Ash_233
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:02pm
Yesterday 5:02pm
Silent Conversations
Sometimes I wonder why God kept me here instead of you.
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
#bittersweet
#grief
#IMissYou
#love
#meditation
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Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:08am
Yesterday 00:08am
If I Could Stay
I can feel you slipping, and I’m terrified,
Trying to hold on, but I’m paralyzed.
How do I save you when I’m breaking too?
I’m a storm, but you’re the quiet truth.
I see the weight you’re trying to bear,
And I’m afraid I’ll leave you there.
I’m just a ghost with nothing to give,
But for you, I’d learn to live.
If I could stay, I’d never leave,
I’d take your pain, make you believe.
But I’m fading fast, I’m burning out,
I can’t save you while I drown.
But still, I’d try, I swear I’d fight—
If I could stay, I’d make it...
Trying to hold on, but I’m paralyzed.
How do I save you when I’m breaking too?
I’m a storm, but you’re the quiet truth.
I see the weight you’re trying to bear,
And I’m afraid I’ll leave you there.
I’m just a ghost with nothing to give,
But for you, I’d learn to live.
If I could stay, I’d never leave,
I’d take your pain, make you believe.
But I’m fading fast, I’m burning out,
I can’t save you while I drown.
But still, I’d try, I swear I’d fight—
If I could stay, I’d make it...
#bittersweet
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
the debate
he French Debate in English
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
#anger
#apathy
#bittersweet
#greed
#hate
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Nvmb
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 4:07am
14th Jan 2025 4:07am
Willing Prey
What are you, if not the end?
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 5:18pm
13th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Beneath My Skin
I found you shivering in the dark,
A wounded thing, a dying spark.
I wrapped my hands around your flame,
Whispered love, and took your name.
You call it torment; I call it grace,
To leave my mark on every space.
You begged for peace; I gave you fire.
Your broken heart became my choir.
Fall into me—
I’ll make you whole.
Break yourself—
To heal your soul.
I am the hunger beneath your skin,
The sacred void where you begin.
I wear your pain like a second heart,
A tapestry I pulled apart.
You tried to...
A wounded thing, a dying spark.
I wrapped my hands around your flame,
Whispered love, and took your name.
You call it torment; I call it grace,
To leave my mark on every space.
You begged for peace; I gave you fire.
Your broken heart became my choir.
Fall into me—
I’ll make you whole.
Break yourself—
To heal your soul.
I am the hunger beneath your skin,
The sacred void where you begin.
I wear your pain like a second heart,
A tapestry I pulled apart.
You tried to...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 7:02pm
12th Jan 2025 7:02pm
Reckoning
You wear the night like a second skin,
A fragile truth I can’t begin.
You took my name, you took my face,
And left me drowning in your grace.
I see you now, the lie, the cage,
The twisted love, the boundless rage.
Tell me, was it ever real?
This hollow void I let you steal?
Face me now—
Take your crown.
Do you feel it breaking down?
Take my soul,
Burn me whole.
But I won’t beg—I won’t let go.
You’re in my blood, you’re in my breath,
A silent hymn, a living death.
You whisper promises I’ve heard...
A fragile truth I can’t begin.
You took my name, you took my face,
And left me drowning in your grace.
I see you now, the lie, the cage,
The twisted love, the boundless rage.
Tell me, was it ever real?
This hollow void I let you steal?
Face me now—
Take your crown.
Do you feel it breaking down?
Take my soul,
Burn me whole.
But I won’t beg—I won’t let go.
You’re in my blood, you’re in my breath,
A silent hymn, a living death.
You whisper promises I’ve heard...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#frustration
#heartbroken
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Nvmb
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 4:18am
11th Jan 2025 4:18am
Hold the Light
I see it in your eyes, that quiet storm,
The way the shadows twist, the way they form.
You wear the weight like I’ve worn mine,
A burden carved in every line.
And though I’m lost, I can’t look away—
I want to pull you from the gray.
Even in this hollow place,
You’re the only thing that feels like grace.
You mean more than you’ll ever know,
In a world so cold, you’re the only glow.
Though I’m drowning, I’ll find a way
To keep you safe from the dark decay.
I don’t care if it pulls me through—
I’ll hold the light, if it...
The way the shadows twist, the way they form.
You wear the weight like I’ve worn mine,
A burden carved in every line.
And though I’m lost, I can’t look away—
I want to pull you from the gray.
Even in this hollow place,
You’re the only thing that feels like grace.
You mean more than you’ll ever know,
In a world so cold, you’re the only glow.
Though I’m drowning, I’ll find a way
To keep you safe from the dark decay.
I don’t care if it pulls me through—
I’ll hold the light, if it...
#admiration
#bittersweet
#FallingInLove
#love
#temptation
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:32am
10th Jan 2025 11:32am
gripe about lunch
gripe about lunch
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Elusive
Phillip Knox
Phillip Knox
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:21am
6th Jan 2025 4:21am
Bitter-Sweet Memories
Tonight, a soft melody plays in my heart,
echoing faintly, the sweetest love.
Here, thinking of you under clear moonlight,
you are still on my mind.
The sultry summer nights we spent together,
in pastel shades of lucid blue,
the memories of your beautiful brown eyes
and smooth caramel skin tone.
Come back to me—
you were all I wanted.
Now I’m here with memories,
memories—bitter-sweet memories.
There can never be another like you,
the one who made my every sunrise,
the woman—Puerto Rican,...
echoing faintly, the sweetest love.
Here, thinking of you under clear moonlight,
you are still on my mind.
The sultry summer nights we spent together,
in pastel shades of lucid blue,
the memories of your beautiful brown eyes
and smooth caramel skin tone.
Come back to me—
you were all I wanted.
Now I’m here with memories,
memories—bitter-sweet memories.
There can never be another like you,
the one who made my every sunrise,
the woman—Puerto Rican,...
#bittersweet
#emotions
#love
#regret
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:28am
5th Jan 2025 10:28am
homecoming
homecoming
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled...
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 11:50am
28th Dec 2024 11:50am
not happy
Not Happy
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic,...
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic,...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom #confusion
#boredom #confusion
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