Poems About Bittersweet Seeking Honest Critique
#bittersweet
Paper boats
Watched you from afar,
always metres away,
The way you laughed with your friends,
cliche?
There was something about you,
your eyes, your kindness.
The little metro tickets i had
turned into little boats
everytime you looked into my eyes.
Just yesterday,
i let them off in rain
since it’s time to let you go
isn’t that the final step of falling for you?
always metres away,
The way you laughed with your friends,
cliche?
There was something about you,
your eyes, your kindness.
The little metro tickets i had
turned into little boats
everytime you looked into my eyes.
Just yesterday,
i let them off in rain
since it’s time to let you go
isn’t that the final step of falling for you?
#bittersweet
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Arrivederci winter
Now it is finally the time
To say
Arrivederci winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father brought the spring today
And I am very happy about that
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
In my house
And I been living in my house
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live in
The...
To say
Arrivederci winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father brought the spring today
And I am very happy about that
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
In my house
And I been living in my house
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live in
The...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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Shifting Courses
The riverside was my home
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
#bittersweet
#despair
#MovingOn #river
#MovingOn #river
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Veiled Love
The true depths of selfishness
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
#bittersweet
#courage
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#suffering
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Sexual intercourse and buyer's remorse!
By Stanley Collymore
Alcohol is just a convenient excuse
to essentially overlook evidently
very irresponsible and really
thoughtless and spontaneous behaviour!
Thus, per se, alcohol is rather pertinently
not the genuine problem, but undeniably
a conduit to actually facilitating the real
one, that indubitably is literally basically
that of men and women, really casually
jumping into bed with clearly complete
strangers to themselves, and naturally
crucially essentially people they really
quite distinctly don't...
Alcohol is just a convenient excuse
to essentially overlook evidently
very irresponsible and really
thoughtless and spontaneous behaviour!
Thus, per se, alcohol is rather pertinently
not the genuine problem, but undeniably
a conduit to actually facilitating the real
one, that indubitably is literally basically
that of men and women, really casually
jumping into bed with clearly complete
strangers to themselves, and naturally
crucially essentially people they really
quite distinctly don't...
#bittersweet
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
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No matter what
That moment when I struggle
It's not supposed to be
I try to hold on to the
words once said to me
I promised that I'll thank Him
every single day
for if it was His blessing
I'll guard it come what may
In words once said to me
embedded in my heart
assured to always be
there no matter what
It's not supposed to be
I try to hold on to the
words once said to me
I promised that I'll thank Him
every single day
for if it was His blessing
I'll guard it come what may
In words once said to me
embedded in my heart
assured to always be
there no matter what
#bittersweet
#MeToo
#support
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Wind's song
I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
#bittersweet
#emotions
#sadness
#universe
#wind
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Something or Other.
I'm always at my best.
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
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E.G.O
A simple name thou doth hath.
Three letters,
very easy to grasp.
Only but
if thy simple name
half described thy complex nature
then half the people you destroy
would still be standing
or sitting
at their rightful place.
Subtle when cunning,
Silent when loudest...
true definition of enigma.
You're always wrong
especially when right.
You always run ahead,
even when walking.
You boast humbly,
and brag gently.
You're bossy,
to the core.
You dominate
actions of men,
great...
Three letters,
very easy to grasp.
Only but
if thy simple name
half described thy complex nature
then half the people you destroy
would still be standing
or sitting
at their rightful place.
Subtle when cunning,
Silent when loudest...
true definition of enigma.
You're always wrong
especially when right.
You always run ahead,
even when walking.
You boast humbly,
and brag gently.
You're bossy,
to the core.
You dominate
actions of men,
great...
#bittersweet
#denial
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Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
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Alien
It’s a seed sprouting,
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
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el Corrido de una joven Pendejo
A hurricane of hatred;
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
#bittersweet
#escape
#fate #temptation
#fate #temptation
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