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Kevin J Taylor Oct 2015
Embittered Immortal
cries— Life's a ***** and you
never die—  never die—
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry from common things.)
Mike Groves Oct 2017
For One brief moment I found this love
This love that I had heard of
This love that heals all things;

This love that floods my soul
Like the water it finds all of the cracks
It breaks down these things I try to hold
Giving me the strength that my being lacks;

A boldness that drives through bitter cold

A bitter cold that I could keep
The one that my soul longs for, for me
So I can make excuses and stay asleep
But He took that away from me
For one moment I am free.
Sorrow follows
as tears fall down
not from his eyes
but from the skies

the weather, like his heart
t'was cold and broken
the clouds, in despair
pour down pity

and the world mourns...

not for him,

but for the death of the happiness he once sought
wherever he goes, the rain follows
Elizabeth Brown Nov 2018
greet me with your bitterness
ill greet you with my sorrow
and as our dreadful love doth bloom
so shall it die tomorrow
ame Oct 11
so much anger burns in the pits of my stomach
a cold, bitter blue flame that consumes rationality
it leaves blisters sweltering in the hollows of my bones
with a dull white noise in my head that cries out for pain
and all i can do to sate the violence is to shatter already-broken skin
and tear at an already-torn heart
and still it eats away at me,
love that has nowhere to go, love that has rotten away
and here it becomes no wonder why there is nothing left to save me
Cynthia Jun 2017
Unexpectedly, like a thief in the night
Depression will come
Despair will introduce itself
threaten existence,
Assaulting the most precious possessions
Leaving behind bitterness
in the coldest nights

But none define whose you are

Don’t fight alone.....
Salsa Mar 2014
Tossing and turning
in this lonely bed of mine,
my heart is heavy
with the ache of missing you.

I crave your delicate words
like I crave coffee in the morning.

My soul feels vacant
without your lingering presence.

Time is ticking my life away
as my thoughts echo your name.

My eyes bleed out the bitterness
I've latterly felt towards you.

I'm still writing about you
and you haven't read a word.
I couldn't sleep because I missed Fahad so much.
Go ahead.
Band against me.
Go and misunderstand me.
Store up that lovely negative energy.
Store it up good and be ready! Be ready to fire.
Delicious orange-red smoke emitting from your cannons.

D͠o̧ ̷you͏ ͜n̸o̴t͏ und҉e͝ŗs̷tan͏d?
W̡hy do͟ yo̵u̧ ̸not un̢d͠er͡stan̕d?͞
̛Í un͡der͝st͘a̧n̷d a̧lĺ ́óf̕ yo̢u̡
͢Y̧et͝ ͜y̡ou ̨d͟o ͡not und҉e҉r͜stand m̢e.͏.̧.҉

Y̢ǫ̶̸̵u̵ ̷̸̡́ r҉̧̨͢a͟͜v́́̕͢͝á̢̧͡g̴̡͟͢e̷̸҉̕͘  ̡m̧̀e̴̕.̨̨͠

My entire room
is despair.

Soon there will be

of me.

"You need to get a grip."
"You need to man up."

AnD mY gREat FaVOuriTE:

"you "didn't ask for this" mate you're asking for the aftermath though."

you're asking for the aftermath though. you're asking for the aftermath though.
you're asking for the aftermath though.
you're asking for the aftermath though.

you're asking for the aftermath though.

you're asking for the aftermath though.

you're asking for the aftermath though.

you're asking for the aftermath though.

T̞̼̬̘͓̳͕̼͔͚͚̱̘̙̗̼̔ͧ͂̄̽̽̚ͅh͚̝̻̞̦̯̦͙̹̝̺̯ͭ͋ͭ̈́͊ͭ͋̀̍̂ͮ͋ͯ­̬̥͙̮̥è̳̘͇̼̳̪̰̩̰̝͍͈̯̭̝̯̉̉̂́ͤ̑͑ͩ̅͐́ͅ ͕̰̫͖̩̼̱̤͕̞̜̳̜̻̬̬̗̈́͌ͧ̽ͮ̿͊̊͑͌ͨ͌ͅa̤̫̙̬̦͉̼̰̩̪̱̯̠͔̫̅̽̅̏ͣͨ̆͗ͤ́͆ͮ̏͆fͬ̅ͯ͆­̰͍̣̘̲̝̌ͣ͑͑̇ͮ̋̃ṭ̝̱̞̦͓͓̥̪͓̙̪̟͓̮̯͆̍̾ͧ̏͐̈ͣͦ̚e̟̱͔̠͎̭̫̦̦̾̏͊̾̎̄ͯ̚r̾̇ͦͧ̈́­̖̼̫̼̠̘̞͎͖͚̪͙ͤ͌̀̍ͬ̿ͭm̬̘̙̻̯̭͖͍̲͕̎͂̓̑ͯ͐ͫ̈́̋̈a̝̝̤̝͔̝̩̝̥͍͙̜̦̰͒̃̃̓͗͂̒̿ͥ̚­̮t̗̜̰͉̱̘̺͕̠͈̖͑ͣͪ̾̋̏̈̔̎h̦̦̦̝͉̤̦̙̣̜̩̹̫̑̌̂ͬ̇̄̈́́ͤ͆̒ͧ̌ͭͅ.͕͖̭̯̭̟ͬ͑͆ͨͬ͂ͩ­͎̦̘̲̱̳̝͔̰̟ͅ

I have valour you know not of. Leave. Me. Be. "Friends" are beginning to break me apart. Terrible.. Terrible misunderstanding.. I am.. Misunderstood.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
It is not the nature of things or people to satisfy us
but rather to awaken in us the desire to be satisfied.
When we seek our hearts' pleasures in temporal affairs
our joy easily fades for only delight in the Eternal
cannot be tarnished, broken, stolen or lost.

If we fail to learn the secrets of uncovering joy in loss
then we risk being driven to despair or bitterness or insanity
in this world which is so full of sorrow.

For all of this Earth’s wonder and beauty and blessings
it's only meant to serve as a great cosmic magnet pulling us to our Source.
One true glimpse of Him would cause us to never cast another glance
at any created thing and think it might satisfy.

Lord Jesus, give us eyes to see that You Yourself and You alone
are the bread and water which our souls so desperately crave.
Teach us to hungrily partake from Your own hand, O God.
May every scent and song, every shadow and sorrow
only call us closer to You.
M Salinger Jul 2018
Be kind to yourself,
as you are with others

You have these
grand expectations
of yourself
and at times,
those around you

It's good to have goals
and a hunger for
but you must also be
to keep them realistic

Because, while you are indeed
fierce & strong-willed,
you are also soft
& at times

You are human.

But that doesn't mean
you are without

Your sensitivity is your greatest gift,
but without care,
can also be your greatest

You must learn to master your craft.

This means to be
patient with yourself
as you would with others,
to show compassion
as you would with others,
to show love,
& humility,
to yourself

This in practice,
is to truly understand,
& epitomise,
that self-care
is not

That it is okay to say no,
or to ask for help,
or to be truly

To embrace the lows,
for making the highs even

To acknowledge
that fear is
the root cause
of bitterness
& resentment

To let the good wash
over you
the same as
the bad,
& embrace the micro changes,
as the meta
stays the same

To believe you are worthy,
of a great love,
the same as you believe
worthy of

To embody the idiom
that one can
truly love another,
they learn to love
& thus allow yourself
the hard-earned
of grounded, stable

To know the difference between
& advice,
& lust,
& partnerships

To have
that you will find your way,
because you will;
because you live your life
with generosity
& authenticity

This is my vision for you,
that you will
make this your reality.
Fullfreddo May 2015

a strange place to start
having not truly begun,
already beat down by the

own a million rose colored words,
but some assembly required,
that's when the foreknowledge truth~rules
burns brain holes

easy is never
poetry writing is
cussing hard work

spring rains cloaking warmth,
summer's stunning sunsets
demand submissive awed silence,
autumnal leave drops anointing
your refreshed humanity,
and yet,
one more time,
it is only within winter's white bitterness
lip tasting,
million tear-shaped snowflaked words,
is the crowning visible
of the head of
a newborn babe poet

                                        ~                  ­                            


Capital Hard.

in the beginning,
there was one,
a first work

and the knowing,
if it wasn't hard,
it could not be
any good,
makes it possible
to ease on
this fearful
revelationary road
Born May 22, 2015
My first poem.
So often we associate love directly with pain.
We accuse it of causing us

Irrationally deciding
To never engage
With another being
On this deeper level again.
We must avoid such harm.

But wait—
Is this merely a way
To justify the ways in which
We allow our feelings to hold the power?
Consume us
Confuse us and
Take complete control?

Strip down your hurt
Your anger and
Your bitterness.  
You may see clearer
It is not the presence of love that is hurtful.

The absence of love
The loss of love
The misidentification of love
Igniting these feelings within.

Truth is,
When love is open
Pure and
It is truly an invaluable treasure.
b Jun 2015
it just feels like everyone is seeking for something,
their happiness,
their salvation,
their refugee,

you never truly know,
but it always strikes me,
what if happiness doesn't exist?

what if it's just a term,
a word we like to convince ourselves to have hope,
because without hope we can't possibly survive,

happiness is ******* overrated and
i'm sick and tired of trying to find ways to reach it.

what if all of those positive energies are nonsense and just empty vibes that we temporary try to fill ourselves with to get rid of all the bitterness when we're all rotten inside,
Tammy M Darby Apr 2017
When the sweet winds blow
A silent ophidian
Slumbers with in the lifeless soul
The words of hate borne proudly by the sender
And the act of revenge
From the serpents bite render

And the bough will break
Under the weight of a brittle heart
The perfume of stale bitterness
Do the drifting breezes impart
For there is no logic to be found
In the deep caverns of the heart

So the bough will break
The branch weakened fell broken and decayed
And the burden of love over my eyes did lay
Happiness shrouded by despair now forever stay
Though its said the light commands all
And darkness shun the day

The bough will break.

@ copyright Tammy M. Darby April 5, 2017
ryn Nov 2014
Shhh...can you hear me?
I'm hardly a pin
I'm hardly a mile away you know the pain I'm in?

Look...can you see me?
I'm hiding behind shadowed eyes
And a mask of smiles
Look...will you look past the honest lies?

Taste...can you palate the bitterness?
Sharp and acrid accusations
Dancing on wagging tongues
Taste...will you swallow what is given?

Touch...can you feel my failing muscles?
Every fibre losing this very battle
A futile fight I must concede
Touch...will you save the pieces that crumble?

Read...can you make sense of my heart?
Pounding behind its bony cage
Pumping red into my desperate nib
Read...can you understand the ink staining my page?

Shhh*...can you hear me?
I don't think you can
For I have ceased to speak
In the universe of man
matilda shaye May 29
If I was a coffee drinker
I’d balance your body like a rosetta
I’d kiss your cheek with my
Colombian coffee breath
the flavor of our love like
your crema on my tongue-
notes of rich chocolate evenings
and salty, very salty
your bitterness like the very first time
notes of my coffee cherry-
no, your coffee cherry
the aftertaste like high acidity
your complexity gets lost on
my caffeine intolerance
but I still feel your finish
each time I swallow
I still find notes of you,
cupping me
I don’t drink coffee
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Feeling the box I work in closing in on me during winter’s last gasp,
She has dug in her heals refusing to yield to warmth.
Unmerciful and unrepentant in her bitterness,
she taunts and tortures us all.

Yet, spring birds sing of spring as a lover sings of her man.
The sun struggles to break through the dark grey,
melting away the dim cold
and drabness that surrounds all.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Kara Jean May 2016
I see the purpose now
Those who use insecurities
Those who are condescending
They only put fear into their coffee
A fear that someone will see the world's opportunity
Bitterness has never been fact nor reality
Their statements will never be anymore, always less stability
Turn their sentences into silence and keep smiling
Never let someone's weakness destroy your happy
Dawn Treader Mar 19
Death is merely
Emptying the Goblet of Life
Back into the carafe
From which it came
I am bitter wine
Aging on borrowed time
Just thinking of my mortality
Natasha Jul 2018
Little bird, we're here
I'll sing to you a tale
about me and this mighty golden called the sun

He poured endless light to my eternal darkness
and helped me grow flowers
to create this garden of love
where you would chant and fly around

Little bird, the sun hushed my bitterness
he shines through my tears
and we create a rainbow
as he said cursed is the life
but sweet it is for certain.
Apollo Hayden Aug 2018
Fading is a light once so bright it warmed our bodies in the bitterness of winter.
Now what's left is ashes of a love story that can never be told.
So cold its difficult to even remember.
Dim lights from embers slowly fade; we have become that change.
In time; out of sight and out of mind, we'll be ashes in the wind.
Having Learned from a faded love, that'll never be felt again.
Nightwolf Oct 2018
I cut the chords from my throat
presenting them as a gift
in homage to the gods of the citadel
burying my resentment
with the bones of my ancestors.

I ripped the nerves from my face
and offered my apathy
to the wraiths that would prey
on the bitterness of mute lamentation.

I tore the veins from my arm
to free the repressed tears
that flowed like a creek over my wrist
and into a silver phial.

I dipped my quill in the phial
and let the shadows hear
the sound of my voice.

©Nathan A. Brock
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