Poems About Bittersweet Seeking Friendly Advice
#bittersweet
Nvmb
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
Only You
I move unseen through this world—
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
A Mouth Full of Blood
You came to me in broken bloom,
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Cinder Kiss
Your name tastes like winter —
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
Throat Full of Glass
I've seen your face in the fever —
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
#bittersweet
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Tammy_Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 5:19am
20th Feb 2025 5:19am
Waiting
I sit on the platform, alone in the dust,
Where the wind whispers secrets, and the earth turns to rust.
I chose this place, far from the crowd,
A ghost of a dream, where hope’s still loud.
We spoke of a future, a place to call ours,
But now it’s just silence, beneath the cold stars.
I build on this land, so barren and dry,
Where the echoes of “us” are the only reply.
I turn to the road, where nothing appears,
Just the empty horizon stretching for years.
The silence stretches like a noose around me,
A soldier lost, or perhaps...
Where the wind whispers secrets, and the earth turns to rust.
I chose this place, far from the crowd,
A ghost of a dream, where hope’s still loud.
We spoke of a future, a place to call ours,
But now it’s just silence, beneath the cold stars.
I build on this land, so barren and dry,
Where the echoes of “us” are the only reply.
I turn to the road, where nothing appears,
Just the empty horizon stretching for years.
The silence stretches like a noose around me,
A soldier lost, or perhaps...
#bittersweet
#breakup
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#ImSorry
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Her
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 00:11am
20th Feb 2025 00:11am
Necrotic Nipple
I’ll be one nipple short
Of a full rack
In a few months
Lookin for inspiration…
Of a full rack
In a few months
Lookin for inspiration…
#bittersweet
124 reads
17 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:58am
19th Feb 2025 10:58am
social media
Social media
The X-twitter this morning was disappointing it consisted of 60% Musk and 40% Trump bragging about how great they are at winning the battle of saving America from the disaster of paying the poor too much and reducing medical aid to the old who must learn to fend for themselves It is tiresome to see the same triumphant smiles and one wonders if they ever sit down asking if their presence in the oceans of opinions matters do they doubt themselves, are they ever unsure if they might be wrong, is their preening too powerful an impregnable wall hindering them to have souls,...
The X-twitter this morning was disappointing it consisted of 60% Musk and 40% Trump bragging about how great they are at winning the battle of saving America from the disaster of paying the poor too much and reducing medical aid to the old who must learn to fend for themselves It is tiresome to see the same triumphant smiles and one wonders if they ever sit down asking if their presence in the oceans of opinions matters do they doubt themselves, are they ever unsure if they might be wrong, is their preening too powerful an impregnable wall hindering them to have souls,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#dark
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:05am
13th Feb 2025 1:05am
The Cure That Kills
She was all sharp edges and quiet shaking,
a body built from broken glass and whispered apologies.
I found her sick with loneliness,
fed her pieces of myself like medicine,
but the cure was always temporary.
If you leave, she told me, I will shatter.
And maybe I believed it,
maybe I thought my hands could hold her together,
but my love was never steady,
never something to lean on.
She clung to me like a lifeline,
filled my phone with echoes of her panic,
her presence a storm I could never outrun.
When I stayed...
a body built from broken glass and whispered apologies.
I found her sick with loneliness,
fed her pieces of myself like medicine,
but the cure was always temporary.
If you leave, she told me, I will shatter.
And maybe I believed it,
maybe I thought my hands could hold her together,
but my love was never steady,
never something to lean on.
She clung to me like a lifeline,
filled my phone with echoes of her panic,
her presence a storm I could never outrun.
When I stayed...
#bittersweet
#emotions
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
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Her
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 9:49pm
10th Feb 2025 9:49pm
Bathe Me in Sunlight & Possibilities
Today I was told
I will most likely loose my left nipple
It’s going to just fall off
I wonder what it will look like
Laying there dejected
In my sports bra
(seven weeks until the girls will feel silk again)
Or the bottom of the shower…
I’ve lost too much in this lifetime
To be worried over a nipple
(although she was fabulous)
I’m not going to jinx myself
And talk about still having the other
Did I?
I just did, didn’t I?
Who the fuck cares?
Life is too short
To spend time worrying about...
I will most likely loose my left nipple
It’s going to just fall off
I wonder what it will look like
Laying there dejected
In my sports bra
(seven weeks until the girls will feel silk again)
Or the bottom of the shower…
I’ve lost too much in this lifetime
To be worried over a nipple
(although she was fabulous)
I’m not going to jinx myself
And talk about still having the other
Did I?
I just did, didn’t I?
Who the fuck cares?
Life is too short
To spend time worrying about...
#bittersweet
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 00:12am
9th Feb 2025 00:12am
Faded flames
Faded flames haunt my memories
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
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Mundus
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
Hand In A Glove
This is the edge of solitude,
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#sadness
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1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
Let Me In...
I see you there,
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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