Least Read Poems About Bittersweet
#bittersweet
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 12:22pm
8th Oct 2024 12:22pm
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
11 reads
9 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 4:51pm
16th Apr 2020 4:51pm
PAIN
She extended her hand
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
#strength
#dark
#redemption
#bittersweet
#NaPoWriMo2020
15 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 9:59pm
12th Feb 2021 9:59pm
Abandoned By Choice
Alabaster memories afloat
Before my gaze
Circumspectly a buried quote
Displays
Evermore I’m drawn to you
Fascinated at best
Gaudy hopes purposely accrue
Harvest
Innermost temptation spurs
Jittery along their cracks
Kindled overdue whispers
Lacks
Madness sweeps around my stoop
Needles prick my rind
Obscenities must fly the coupe
Peace of mind
Quality rivers flow
Reprimanded by my fears
Sadness pleads my plateau
Tears
Unfathomable desires dance
Vindicated and...
Before my gaze
Circumspectly a buried quote
Displays
Evermore I’m drawn to you
Fascinated at best
Gaudy hopes purposely accrue
Harvest
Innermost temptation spurs
Jittery along their cracks
Kindled overdue whispers
Lacks
Madness sweeps around my stoop
Needles prick my rind
Obscenities must fly the coupe
Peace of mind
Quality rivers flow
Reprimanded by my fears
Sadness pleads my plateau
Tears
Unfathomable desires dance
Vindicated and...
#sadness
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#bittersweet
16 reads
7 Comments
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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0 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
We Survived Their Attack Part 3
(A perfect partner). Page 5
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#bittersweet
#fear
17 reads
6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 6:47pm
4th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Viking Forged
A bitter cold breaks the lens of a soul
suffering, blinding it to the wondrous
colors of light refracted by the echos of
happier times and fond memories
The agony of a death not yours pours a monochromatic monotony about the day
as blurred visions whisper of loss and
denial, still he forges on, until Valhalla
They grey skies lurk about as they are
reflected by the troubled waters, this
rambunctious inner child gives way to a
man hurting, there is no sanctuary
He stands from what was a kneeling
position,...
suffering, blinding it to the wondrous
colors of light refracted by the echos of
happier times and fond memories
The agony of a death not yours pours a monochromatic monotony about the day
as blurred visions whisper of loss and
denial, still he forges on, until Valhalla
They grey skies lurk about as they are
reflected by the troubled waters, this
rambunctious inner child gives way to a
man hurting, there is no sanctuary
He stands from what was a kneeling
position,...
#bittersweet
#despair
#grief
#redemption
#respect
17 reads
6 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
9th Feb 2021 6:05pm
9th Feb 2021 6:05pm
I Exist
I write this four-page letter
In response to your ignorance, I endure
Despite your cruel and harsh endeavor
My intentions for you are still pure
I cannot deny these feelings exist
They pull and twist my heart like clay
My hatred folds, like flour it sifts
I pluck my pain at the end of the day
Your vanity dismisses my earthly looks
Your swords bite down like poisonous snakes
So dense, so shallow, misplaced in fairy books
So selfish, So Hot!!, characterized in sour grapes
You ignore my presence when I enter your circle
Like some...
In response to your ignorance, I endure
Despite your cruel and harsh endeavor
My intentions for you are still pure
I cannot deny these feelings exist
They pull and twist my heart like clay
My hatred folds, like flour it sifts
I pluck my pain at the end of the day
Your vanity dismisses my earthly looks
Your swords bite down like poisonous snakes
So dense, so shallow, misplaced in fairy books
So selfish, So Hot!!, characterized in sour grapes
You ignore my presence when I enter your circle
Like some...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness
#emptiness
#bittersweet
21 reads
8 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 5:27pm
11th Mar 2020 5:27pm
After Life
One night I was awoken
Face to face
A paralyzing dream state
Many voices were spoken
Whispers beyond my space
Deftly wails escape their gate
Halo’s and horns
Wings and tails
Sorrowful mourns
Jubilated sails
Dead of night I float
Too traumatized to move
Crushing sensations birth my throat
A perfect demise sews its groove
No longer asleep
No longer awake
I spy the Shepard of my sheep
Amidst the great Serpent’s wake
My eyes play dead
They roll behind their curtain
Immoral haunted feelings spread ...
Face to face
A paralyzing dream state
Many voices were spoken
Whispers beyond my space
Deftly wails escape their gate
Halo’s and horns
Wings and tails
Sorrowful mourns
Jubilated sails
Dead of night I float
Too traumatized to move
Crushing sensations birth my throat
A perfect demise sews its groove
No longer asleep
No longer awake
I spy the Shepard of my sheep
Amidst the great Serpent’s wake
My eyes play dead
They roll behind their curtain
Immoral haunted feelings spread ...
#anxiety
#confusion
#denial
#bittersweet
#fear
22 reads
17 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 8:24am
26th Mar 2025 8:24am
Father, I get so much Joy after I had prayed to you
Father, I get so much
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#regret
#rejection
#sadness
39 reads
0 Comments
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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0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 12:15pm
22nd Mar 2025 12:15pm
You can't see sadness here
You can't see sadness here
My friends
Because I am a happy men
And I am living a beautiful
Life that my father gave to me
Many years ago
After he made me with
His holy hands
And placed me on earth
To live
Friends I love my life
Here on earth
My friends
Because I am a happy men
And I am living a beautiful
Life that my father gave to me
Many years ago
After he made me with
His holy hands
And placed me on earth
To live
Friends I love my life
Here on earth
#anger
#bittersweet
#despair
#loneliness
#regret
44 reads
0 Comments
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
46 reads
1 Comment
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