Poems About Bittersweet by Top Critiquers
#bittersweet
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 2:42pm
17th Mar 2024 2:42pm
angry & horny
#anger
#erotic
#bittersweet
420 reads
20 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 5:56pm
30th Aug 2024 5:56pm
Droplets
The glistening droplet of fresh rain
clings to the berry.
To a squawking bluejay
that's a luscious cherry.
Is the berry crying or shining?
Is the soul fleeing or flying?
Droplets dangle from dank naked branches.
Diamond tears from broken chances.
Abandoned stances.
The rain persists to linger.
Like the way the choreography of your fingers did.
My heart a despairing shade of blue.
From thought conjuring droplets of you.......
clings to the berry.
To a squawking bluejay
that's a luscious cherry.
Is the berry crying or shining?
Is the soul fleeing or flying?
Droplets dangle from dank naked branches.
Diamond tears from broken chances.
Abandoned stances.
The rain persists to linger.
Like the way the choreography of your fingers did.
My heart a despairing shade of blue.
From thought conjuring droplets of you.......
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
186 reads
15 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
Not Yet Swans
We were fooled last week
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
#bittersweet
#LongDistanceRelationship
#separation
360 reads
30 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 8:00pm
19th Nov 2021 8:00pm
Knitting shackles
Nervously desires knit shackles,
I squeeze my hands and thoughts flow
tearing down control heavy curtains,
how I am so close to you now.
Passionate body burns and burns,
wants your embrace, like captivity
the fire in me is enough for two of you,
I want my knees worn out to pain.
Breath, blood, disorder of movement,
and droplets of sweat are living water
to catch the reflection in each other's eyes,
and to say in languor only "Yes!".
You squeeze your hands around my neck,
bending my lower back, I want to scream...
I squeeze my hands and thoughts flow
tearing down control heavy curtains,
how I am so close to you now.
Passionate body burns and burns,
wants your embrace, like captivity
the fire in me is enough for two of you,
I want my knees worn out to pain.
Breath, blood, disorder of movement,
and droplets of sweat are living water
to catch the reflection in each other's eyes,
and to say in languor only "Yes!".
You squeeze your hands around my neck,
bending my lower back, I want to scream...
#lust
#BDSM
#passion #bittersweet
#passion #bittersweet
886 reads
27 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 00:47am
29th Jan 2023 00:47am
don't forget the toast
broken
can't remember when i wasn't
cracked in half
beat up and tossed
into that frying pan
with the heat on high
scrambled egg
crispy and burnt
mc-sizzled
can't remember when i wasn't
cracked in half
beat up and tossed
into that frying pan
with the heat on high
scrambled egg
crispy and burnt
mc-sizzled
#bittersweet
221 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 4:46pm
20th Oct 2024 4:46pm
The Wicked Man of Pussy XII (Nothing Baby)
#bittersweet
#sex
#women
124 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 00:39am
11th Apr 2020 00:39am
insouciance
finding it increasingly
difficult to write
anything you might
like it matters ..
difficult to write
anything you might
like it matters ..
#bittersweet
488 reads
9 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 5:56pm
26th Jan 2025 5:56pm
so the show must go on...
my life
warmth of my life,
my gift,
N I enjoy each day,
each moment,
i enjoy all creations,
i enjoy the silent star
twinkling in the blue midnight,
i enjoy humming
of the red moon,
i enjoy roaring waves
of the ocean,
i enjoy the wind
lying on the fields,
i enjoy with the colorful souls
wandering in the gray evening,
i enjoy paintings
painted on canvas
with shameless colors,
i enjoy memories
that are stored
in the darkness of the night,
i enjoy fragments
of...
warmth of my life,
my gift,
N I enjoy each day,
each moment,
i enjoy all creations,
i enjoy the silent star
twinkling in the blue midnight,
i enjoy humming
of the red moon,
i enjoy roaring waves
of the ocean,
i enjoy the wind
lying on the fields,
i enjoy with the colorful souls
wandering in the gray evening,
i enjoy paintings
painted on canvas
with shameless colors,
i enjoy memories
that are stored
in the darkness of the night,
i enjoy fragments
of...
#bittersweet
#hope
#strength
110 reads
13 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2022 00:47am
3rd Jan 2022 00:47am
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
523 reads
8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 9:29pm
11th Nov 2024 9:29pm
The Midnight Marauder
In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire, Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
#bittersweet
#confusion
#courage
#emotions
#shame
75 reads
0 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
Clay Pigeons (Part 3)
Easter egg planted Pineapples
cluster claymore laden poem verse
Trap lines trigger booby detonator
deadlock provoked drown immerse
SS Britanica land mine sunk to shore
on typhoon hurricane pull pins inverse
Magellan cognition gore circumnavigated
mind blown particulates spray disburse
Air-to-air taut pyro nuggets pluck telekinetic
on sonic brain combust ocean splatter curse
Motion vile explosive fragments bang attune
dissect shrapnel pitch out cranial void hurts
Tannerite incendiary gas can trip blasting...
cluster claymore laden poem verse
Trap lines trigger booby detonator
deadlock provoked drown immerse
SS Britanica land mine sunk to shore
on typhoon hurricane pull pins inverse
Magellan cognition gore circumnavigated
mind blown particulates spray disburse
Air-to-air taut pyro nuggets pluck telekinetic
on sonic brain combust ocean splatter curse
Motion vile explosive fragments bang attune
dissect shrapnel pitch out cranial void hurts
Tannerite incendiary gas can trip blasting...
#bittersweet
#conflict
#soldiers
#war
#violence
114 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
who were we fooling
all those times that
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
#bittersweet
#nostalgia
82 reads
4 Comments
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