Bittersweet Poems
#bittersweet
Poetry about pleasurable life experiences which are also tinged with sadness. Bittersweet poems about life events which prompt a mixture of opposing feelings.
MAGICAL MYSTIC
whereabout the magic lies within us all
underneath where the light doesn't fall
wrought so often by touch on silken skin
only then can you truly see from within
in the daylight we often come up short
a heart moated inside castled support
diminished all while the sun shining bright
feelings only seen or felt within lunar light
seep openly in the crevices dead of night
covert thoughts sadly not talked about
and not putting in all that we take out
stepping outside as to check for rain
before we retreat to tuck it...
underneath where the light doesn't fall
wrought so often by touch on silken skin
only then can you truly see from within
in the daylight we often come up short
a heart moated inside castled support
diminished all while the sun shining bright
feelings only seen or felt within lunar light
seep openly in the crevices dead of night
covert thoughts sadly not talked about
and not putting in all that we take out
stepping outside as to check for rain
before we retreat to tuck it...
#love
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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the question
standing in the
bathroom
looking in the
mirror
asked the question
"Where did it go?"
the answer came
came like bombs
falling on Berlin
under black and
white news clip
skies from 1944
time...
you old bastard,
you
bathroom
looking in the
mirror
asked the question
"Where did it go?"
the answer came
came like bombs
falling on Berlin
under black and
white news clip
skies from 1944
time...
you old bastard,
you
#regret
#bittersweet
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abandoned village
An Abandoned village
Somewhere in Iberia, packed away in deep gorges
there are time-forgotten villages of houses built of stones
dank inside cold in winter and never cleaned
there are no roads, only tracks from sheep and dwellers
small parcels of land to plant beans and potatoes
wine and Madrona (strong alcohol) is made from wild
growing vines.
Isolated, the human stock was low cousins
tended to marry each other, which in time produced
many half-naked idiot children sat in trees like apes
when not in the grass touching each other...
Somewhere in Iberia, packed away in deep gorges
there are time-forgotten villages of houses built of stones
dank inside cold in winter and never cleaned
there are no roads, only tracks from sheep and dwellers
small parcels of land to plant beans and potatoes
wine and Madrona (strong alcohol) is made from wild
growing vines.
Isolated, the human stock was low cousins
tended to marry each other, which in time produced
many half-naked idiot children sat in trees like apes
when not in the grass touching each other...
#breakup
#conflict
#betrayal #bittersweet
#betrayal #bittersweet
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tristesse
Tristesse
I saw an old man
he wore a sailor cap
sat on a bench
near the town's lake
he cried
not understanding
why, he was no longer
young
and a mariner
of the seven seas
I saw an old man
he wore a sailor cap
sat on a bench
near the town's lake
he cried
not understanding
why, he was no longer
young
and a mariner
of the seven seas
#anger
#confusion
#despair
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Gimme back
Gimme your things.
Gimme your cash.
Gimme what I paid for,
I want it all back!
©SukiSushiCrown.09-03-2024
Gimme your cash.
Gimme what I paid for,
I want it all back!
©SukiSushiCrown.09-03-2024
#bittersweet
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Crisis Mode
#bullying
#despair
#bittersweet #fear
#bittersweet #fear
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Injustice Discounted
#sadness
#anger
#despair
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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Silent
The sea is silent, tonight. Of course
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Turn away
Real love seems to have evaded me.
Make sense.
To know ends closed eyes with daddy,on his own with us. He gives us nuff love.
He tells us he loves us much when he's drunk.
He's funny when he's drunk.
We laugh and tell him we love him too.
His new love,his tenth one in a month. Steals his heart. So quickly lost control. As usual.
One deserted day,she tells us she loves us.
My mouth opens and shuts,after telling daddy.
He laughs and turns away.
So I run away.
Into the arms of the home of great tasting abandoned dreams....
Make sense.
To know ends closed eyes with daddy,on his own with us. He gives us nuff love.
He tells us he loves us much when he's drunk.
He's funny when he's drunk.
We laugh and tell him we love him too.
His new love,his tenth one in a month. Steals his heart. So quickly lost control. As usual.
One deserted day,she tells us she loves us.
My mouth opens and shuts,after telling daddy.
He laughs and turns away.
So I run away.
Into the arms of the home of great tasting abandoned dreams....
#confusion
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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THE GIVER and A TAKER
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two would be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share. ...
whereby the two would be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share. ...
#sadness
#hope
#forgiveness
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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KISS
Distance, no less painful
Than a knife to the heart,
Bound by chains made of miles
Keeping us apart.
Please
Release me from the confines of my mind,
Give me more than assurance
Promises of “in time”.
Tell me now
Don’t hide or refrain,
When will you commit
And kiss away the pain?
Than a knife to the heart,
Bound by chains made of miles
Keeping us apart.
Please
Release me from the confines of my mind,
Give me more than assurance
Promises of “in time”.
Tell me now
Don’t hide or refrain,
When will you commit
And kiss away the pain?
#sadness
#love
#hope #bittersweet
#hope #bittersweet
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Descend
And i am satans slave
Dancing on my grave
Playing with my innocence
Suffering from my dissonance
We subject our souls to the night
Losing victory within this fight
As we bleed from within
Forgive this unforgivable sin
Losing faith I learn to master
Slowly as my heart beats faster
And time and drugs we consume
Poisoned mind prophecies of doom
Laughing while I'm bleeding out
Silent screams I try to shout
Echoes in the wind we're battling
The serpent and its constant rattling
The acidic rain floods my mind ...
Dancing on my grave
Playing with my innocence
Suffering from my dissonance
We subject our souls to the night
Losing victory within this fight
As we bleed from within
Forgive this unforgivable sin
Losing faith I learn to master
Slowly as my heart beats faster
And time and drugs we consume
Poisoned mind prophecies of doom
Laughing while I'm bleeding out
Silent screams I try to shout
Echoes in the wind we're battling
The serpent and its constant rattling
The acidic rain floods my mind ...
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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