Poems About Bittersweet Seeking Friendly Advice
#bittersweet
Buried Above Ground
Can you make a person disappear?
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
#bittersweet
#hate
#identity
#SelfWorth
#suffering
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When They Look You in the Eye
holding onto the dead and buried, fragile dreams he has
shattered promises love your old looks
loving hard, feeling even harder to be loved
battered child of empathy purged by the mind
remember when you knew you weren’t the same?
spending his days in a tomb of shattered mind
when you came home tonight, i knew it all too well
lending your body to the delusory, the withered
then you ask what made you, if you ever were made
notice how the skin on your back burns?
learning the ways of those who’ve come undone...
shattered promises love your old looks
loving hard, feeling even harder to be loved
battered child of empathy purged by the mind
remember when you knew you weren’t the same?
spending his days in a tomb of shattered mind
when you came home tonight, i knew it all too well
lending your body to the delusory, the withered
then you ask what made you, if you ever were made
notice how the skin on your back burns?
learning the ways of those who’ve come undone...
#bittersweet
#hurt
#regret
#SelfWorth
#shame
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prisoner rape
prisoner rape
We read of the plight of the Hamsas hostages
they could have been freed, but for the brutal
Israel's regime they are still there
At the same time, and not written about are
thousand of Palestinians sitting in Israeli jails
tortured and raped by their captors
One wonders how it comes about when men
rape other men, do where is the lust factor
to produce an erection
Or is it that torture produces a lust factor
akin to sexual lust; if so, their violators must
be full of hatred
We read of the plight of the Hamsas hostages
they could have been freed, but for the brutal
Israel's regime they are still there
At the same time, and not written about are
thousand of Palestinians sitting in Israeli jails
tortured and raped by their captors
One wonders how it comes about when men
rape other men, do where is the lust factor
to produce an erection
Or is it that torture produces a lust factor
akin to sexual lust; if so, their violators must
be full of hatred
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
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the lack of empathy
the lack of empathy
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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the cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#denial
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Loving and living
I lived for you
You died for me
An aching dream
I can't put to sleep
Only you knew me
All bitterness swept clean
But you sparkled that night
When we danced within our dreams
We needed nothing else
But to wrap within each other
Hiding tears falling into the drain
Of a rusted hearts gutter
But we lived beyond parallels
Gazing past the stars
In need for nothing
Because we were everything
To exist is inevitable
To live is exceptional
You died for me
An aching dream
I can't put to sleep
Only you knew me
All bitterness swept clean
But you sparkled that night
When we danced within our dreams
We needed nothing else
But to wrap within each other
Hiding tears falling into the drain
Of a rusted hearts gutter
But we lived beyond parallels
Gazing past the stars
In need for nothing
Because we were everything
To exist is inevitable
To live is exceptional
#bittersweet
#breakup
#happiness
#heartbroken
#love
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the short poem
The short poem
There was a time when writing poetry
was important to say something, using a few words
Long poems were frowned upon as a beginning
of a manuscript
He used to be a communist, as his mother was one
Communism, like unbridled capitalism, hates
free speech, want a restriction on what to express
unless it is in favor of the regime
To be any good at isms, one needs passion and
hatred against those who do not succumb to the norm
the standard set not to upset the powerful
He gets angry seeing injustices and says,...
There was a time when writing poetry
was important to say something, using a few words
Long poems were frowned upon as a beginning
of a manuscript
He used to be a communist, as his mother was one
Communism, like unbridled capitalism, hates
free speech, want a restriction on what to express
unless it is in favor of the regime
To be any good at isms, one needs passion and
hatred against those who do not succumb to the norm
the standard set not to upset the powerful
He gets angry seeing injustices and says,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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Loss
How can you lose yourself like your door key down the sofa or your car key found in the washing machine. Everything everywhere but not the place it should be. I mean for goodness' sake how can you get to that place.
I think it is tied to loss. The loss of anything socially economically and your health. It all combined and comes like a harvest but you cannot see the fruits of life when you feel left behind. The bad apple that was to bruised to be eaten but we forget the taste. It would still be the same but when you are on a losing streak you forget rationale and the pros and cons....
I think it is tied to loss. The loss of anything socially economically and your health. It all combined and comes like a harvest but you cannot see the fruits of life when you feel left behind. The bad apple that was to bruised to be eaten but we forget the taste. It would still be the same but when you are on a losing streak you forget rationale and the pros and cons....
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#fear
#grief
#shame
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The Dog
The moment fleeting
quick is the flash from the past
brown leaves and gray skies
fox feels the forest winter cold
jumped with ideas trampling peace
over the moon with anxiety
the night looming in the distance
lazy breezes becoming a trap as
dog days leave you aching
quick is the flash from the past
brown leaves and gray skies
fox feels the forest winter cold
jumped with ideas trampling peace
over the moon with anxiety
the night looming in the distance
lazy breezes becoming a trap as
dog days leave you aching
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#emotions
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Cruel fate
Stars fall all around
Setting the night ablaze
With mysterious golden glaze
Feel the warmth run through
My body electrified
Spirits searing eternalized
We turn and meet each others gaze
Minds flying high
We both hand in hand rise
Watching earth dissappear
Beneath our flowing feet
Our hearts tune to each others beat
Dancing silhouettes
Through crystal cosmic dust
Seeing the beginning of what was
We spoke without words
In a tangled love affair
Leaving us both gasping for air ...
Setting the night ablaze
With mysterious golden glaze
Feel the warmth run through
My body electrified
Spirits searing eternalized
We turn and meet each others gaze
Minds flying high
We both hand in hand rise
Watching earth dissappear
Beneath our flowing feet
Our hearts tune to each others beat
Dancing silhouettes
Through crystal cosmic dust
Seeing the beginning of what was
We spoke without words
In a tangled love affair
Leaving us both gasping for air ...
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#love
#obsession
#separation
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"Hiraeth"
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Do you think I've forgotten?
I still think about you, more often than I'd like to admit.
Your presence clings to my thoughts,
even when I try to push you away,
you always find a way to come back.
I see you everywhere I go—
in places we once shared,
in strangers passing by with familiar gestures,
as if they carry pieces of you with them.
Your voice, soft and distant,
echoes in the crowd like a fading memory,
yet loud enough to stir something inside me.
Visions of your face never truly...
Do you think I've forgotten?
I still think about you, more often than I'd like to admit.
Your presence clings to my thoughts,
even when I try to push you away,
you always find a way to come back.
I see you everywhere I go—
in places we once shared,
in strangers passing by with familiar gestures,
as if they carry pieces of you with them.
Your voice, soft and distant,
echoes in the crowd like a fading memory,
yet loud enough to stir something inside me.
Visions of your face never truly...
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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Killing Me Softly _ with "Adagio"
Dancing with shadows at midnight's spell
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
#bittersweet
#collaboration
#night #shadows
#night #shadows
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