Poems About Bittersweet Published by Members Recently Online
#bittersweet
Sepia
Sepia
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
#love
#marriage
#separation #bittersweet
#separation #bittersweet
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Sepia
Sepia
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
#love
#marriage
#separation #bittersweet
#separation #bittersweet
490 reads
8 Comments
Sepia
Sepia
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
#love
#marriage
#separation #bittersweet
#separation #bittersweet
490 reads
8 Comments
Sepia
Sepia
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
#love
#marriage
#separation #bittersweet
#separation #bittersweet
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Reigniting Hope
Mourning Flower
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
#bittersweet
#kindness
#love #nature
#love #nature
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Reigniting Hope
Mourning Flower
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
#bittersweet
#kindness
#love #nature
#love #nature
50 reads
Reigniting Hope
Mourning Flower
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
#bittersweet
#kindness
#love #nature
#love #nature
50 reads
Reigniting Hope
Mourning Flower
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
Why do you cry?
Does the sky not give you light?
Do the clouds not give you rain?
The sustenance running through your veins
Through your roots.
Do you not inhale that which is given freely
Your petals falling
I see them laid about
Oh why do you cry?
Shall I cusp you and give you tender care?
Would you like that my mourning flower?
Here, come here
Let me cradle you so gently
You will be illuminated and given life
I know the cold got the others
Your brothers
Your sisters ...
#bittersweet
#kindness
#love #nature
#love #nature
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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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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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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
138 reads
0 Comments
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
138 reads
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DU Poetry : Poems About Bittersweet Published by Members Recently Online