Poems About Bittersweet Seeking Friendly Advice
#bittersweet
TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 00:21am
23rd Apr 2025 00:21am
Warning EXTREME : "8 Mins was enough for a Muppet HELL!"
Ok funny bunnies....here we go,
Fozzie bear smashed to cheese wiz out the
window...
Gonzo liked this so much his masturbatory
gland kicked in. Piggy my sweet seasoned
with his seeds deep from within.
Henson rolling in his grave like a spit-skewer
with a hell of a flame. Muppet Hell was where
he went I miss his voice now what a shame.
Beeker and bunson with their strange and otherworldly
James Bond :Q: Tech. Making another strange invention
that goes on the war path and cracks their fuzzy
stringy...
Fozzie bear smashed to cheese wiz out the
window...
Gonzo liked this so much his masturbatory
gland kicked in. Piggy my sweet seasoned
with his seeds deep from within.
Henson rolling in his grave like a spit-skewer
with a hell of a flame. Muppet Hell was where
he went I miss his voice now what a shame.
Beeker and bunson with their strange and otherworldly
James Bond :Q: Tech. Making another strange invention
that goes on the war path and cracks their fuzzy
stringy...
#anger
#bittersweet
#dark
#heartbroken
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 9:01pm
20th Apr 2025 9:01pm
Jesús killers
Jesus's killers
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who ...
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 7:37pm
20th Apr 2025 7:37pm
the end of security
the end safety
No modern weaponry can stop this brutal onslaught.
The Med is far from here, where the Atlantic breeze is cooling
we who do not travel watch the fire with awe
Further afield, people have too much water and drown and
become refugees trying to find a safe place.
Are there any safe places left?
Those who think their country is secure will not share
it with the driftwood coming to their shores.
California is burning villas made of timber as matchboxes
For the rich to feel the heat, does it make them kinder?
Of course, it...
No modern weaponry can stop this brutal onslaught.
The Med is far from here, where the Atlantic breeze is cooling
we who do not travel watch the fire with awe
Further afield, people have too much water and drown and
become refugees trying to find a safe place.
Are there any safe places left?
Those who think their country is secure will not share
it with the driftwood coming to their shores.
California is burning villas made of timber as matchboxes
For the rich to feel the heat, does it make them kinder?
Of course, it...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 12:39pm
10th Apr 2025 12:39pm
towards a thaw
Towards the thaw
As the days of spring are here, I should be happy having made it through the winter. The April breeze brings regret, remembering what had been pushed aside, no, I was no mother’s favorite son
Recalling every detail, overthinking every word said, reacting with angry silence as a defense to hurts felt as a betrayal. No, I was not a sweet boy happily playing in a backyard with a toy
The spring breeze also tells me of an ending, my doctor’s remark of scaring bathers with dark blue blotches on my white body, it is like the process of death has begun when...
As the days of spring are here, I should be happy having made it through the winter. The April breeze brings regret, remembering what had been pushed aside, no, I was no mother’s favorite son
Recalling every detail, overthinking every word said, reacting with angry silence as a defense to hurts felt as a betrayal. No, I was not a sweet boy happily playing in a backyard with a toy
The spring breeze also tells me of an ending, my doctor’s remark of scaring bathers with dark blue blotches on my white body, it is like the process of death has begun when...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet #denial
#bittersweet #denial
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Styxian
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
A Lover's Lamenting
I'm going to miss
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
#bittersweet
#loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
we should have seen
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 4:39pm
25th Mar 2025 4:39pm
Writers thoughts
I write and write for hours, you see,
With ink-stained fingers, I set my thoughts free.
Words dance on paper, a rhythm, a song,
Yet silence replies, where do I belong?
The clock ticks away, as shadows grow long,
Each line that I craft, feels both weak and strong.
I pour out my heart, my dreams and my fears,
But the echo I hear just adds to my tears.
In each stanza I weave, a story untold,
Hoping for warmth, a connection to hold.
Yet the stillness surrounds me, a heavy, soft shroud,
I whisper my musings but never aloud. ...
With ink-stained fingers, I set my thoughts free.
Words dance on paper, a rhythm, a song,
Yet silence replies, where do I belong?
The clock ticks away, as shadows grow long,
Each line that I craft, feels both weak and strong.
I pour out my heart, my dreams and my fears,
But the echo I hear just adds to my tears.
In each stanza I weave, a story untold,
Hoping for warmth, a connection to hold.
Yet the stillness surrounds me, a heavy, soft shroud,
I whisper my musings but never aloud. ...
#bittersweet
#fear
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paperstains
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 7:06am
22nd Mar 2025 7:06am
Reverie in Warner Theatre
Listening in the dark
just Jason and his guitar
reminding me of all the times
I've been betrayed
by my own rhymes
and constructed phrases
I'm okay with it
in a crooked smile, shiny eyes
kind of way
All the love songs (and poetry)
do mean different things today
and while that may hurt
in the moments you realize they do
there's some comfort in that truth
Every note, clear as a bell
fills the hushed theatre
and finds me in my seat
turning pages of memories
while I etch this one
on...
just Jason and his guitar
reminding me of all the times
I've been betrayed
by my own rhymes
and constructed phrases
I'm okay with it
in a crooked smile, shiny eyes
kind of way
All the love songs (and poetry)
do mean different things today
and while that may hurt
in the moments you realize they do
there's some comfort in that truth
Every note, clear as a bell
fills the hushed theatre
and finds me in my seat
turning pages of memories
while I etch this one
on...
#bittersweet
#love
#memories
#music
#WritingPoetry
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 5:13am
8th Mar 2025 5:13am
Realizing I Don't Have to See Others' Perspectives
Deleted Meetup again. Realizing again that support groups aren't for me. The support group I talked about earlier that was mostly supportive, something just really irked at me today really badly. I had talked about religion last time and said some things that jived with the group or the facilitators at best. They claimed I said I hate atheists and all that. And maybe I did. Maybe I did. But still, I was also clearly talking about the atheists that have hurt me since I was talking about my experiences.
Seriously, no one ever wants to give me the benefit of a doubt. I would never...
Seriously, no one ever wants to give me the benefit of a doubt. I would never...
#bittersweet
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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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