Long Poems About Bittersweet
#bittersweet
Animosity, Eye-contact, Co-recognition
Where the fuck have you been”
I snap as you wander tipsy through the door
my emotions sliced with rage and relief
you were three hours past the time
you told me you’d be home and I waited
till worry turned to fear
then to all the dark images that happen
when you’re left in gnawing unknowing
images of you being cut up
mixed with images of you flirting
fucking someone else
I project emotions at you as if I’m running
a cinema in a seedy location
and all of the...
I snap as you wander tipsy through the door
my emotions sliced with rage and relief
you were three hours past the time
you told me you’d be home and I waited
till worry turned to fear
then to all the dark images that happen
when you’re left in gnawing unknowing
images of you being cut up
mixed with images of you flirting
fucking someone else
I project emotions at you as if I’m running
a cinema in a seedy location
and all of the...
#bittersweet
#erotic
#redemption
#sensual
#shadows
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the coffee kid
she was a kid going
to a small local Catholic
university
worked evenings after
classes slinging coffee
at the local caffeine
outpost
at first it was, "thank you,"
and, "your welcomed."
then over the months
it became little talks,
conversations
once I told her I was
in a noose around my
neck tight spot
she said she would
pray for me
I guess she did cause
she was a good Catholic,
something worked ...
to a small local Catholic
university
worked evenings after
classes slinging coffee
at the local caffeine
outpost
at first it was, "thank you,"
and, "your welcomed."
then over the months
it became little talks,
conversations
once I told her I was
in a noose around my
neck tight spot
she said she would
pray for me
I guess she did cause
she was a good Catholic,
something worked ...
#bittersweet
#hope
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3x7
3x7
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light ...
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light ...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#regret
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GIFT of LOVE
Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
For those who believe within the powers of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty thereof.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift. ...
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
For those who believe within the powers of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty thereof.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift. ...
#admiration
#bittersweet
#gratitude #hope
#gratitude #hope
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The Silent Goodbye
The Silent Goodbye
I must leave now, it’s time
I must go, our story’s over
Our fairytale ended
I can’t mend it, I’ve grown colder
The love for you has died
I guess I killed it in a way
A promise I made to myself
And so I cannot stay
The darkness in me spread
I’d say that yeah I hit rock bottom
I fell down my own rabbit hole
The demon’s came, I fought them
And in the end they won
My time is done
It’s time to leave
It hurts to have to let you go
The both of us will grieve
...
I must leave now, it’s time
I must go, our story’s over
Our fairytale ended
I can’t mend it, I’ve grown colder
The love for you has died
I guess I killed it in a way
A promise I made to myself
And so I cannot stay
The darkness in me spread
I’d say that yeah I hit rock bottom
I fell down my own rabbit hole
The demon’s came, I fought them
And in the end they won
My time is done
It’s time to leave
It hurts to have to let you go
The both of us will grieve
...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#death
#illness
#bittersweet
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a case of you
The train has left –
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
#love
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#bittersweet
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If
If was door I would not think of not opening.
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#loneliness
#bittersweet
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Empty.
Empty chair surrounded by such panoramic
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
#strength
#death
#TimeHeals
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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Jocasta in Heels and Hose
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Slump'' Marasme ''
I always find my alter ego whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skip gaily rightout from home, into the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the true feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
#anger
#rejection
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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The Wicked Man of Pussy X (Whoreverbs 6:26)
#women
#sex
#bittersweet
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a town I Knew
A Town I knew
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used...
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Bittersweet