Best Bitter Poems

As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throes of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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It was so long ago
true love I thought I knew
and it was lovely as a ruby rose.
Like Romeo and Juliet were we,
pledging our love forevermore.

But can a rose stay fresh and lovely
even when the weather 
continues bringing sun and rain?
And can the sweetest day
stay shining...

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From The Saddest Depths Of Bitter Despair

Within this heart love born
once beloved now scorn
fills each little crevice
life seems out of service
bitter cold turns the wind
dark sets its pains to send
Alas! Loneliness reaps
broken shards into heaps
while moonlight will not shine
on these blues I now dine
and the...

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I fear for you,
much as I fear for me
or for others like me
who may be here
for longer than I’d like to be.
But more than that,
I fear for you
nearly as much as I fear you.
The world so big
and overpowering and cruel,
and you so small
and young and...

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The pains of those ailments that grab us at will 
Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still 
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill

When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave
Though we...

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Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness

Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne
Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed.
Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan
In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead?

Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim
With stolen...

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Acidulous feelings of hatred

perpetuates those heart

revenge is born in the dark.

The end of  this road is death

 where equanimty is destroyed

with  irrepairable damages.

Love starts excruciating,

the deepest scars with

impossible recuperations....

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What did you see in me uncle?
How could you even hold me tight?
I was born just a few months ago
My tender body still didn't grow.

I slept by the side of my mom
You have shown her the smell of chloroform
You took me away from my lovely...

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Pure virgin flowers,
Kissed by Winter’s frosty lips:
Prudish affection....

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There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night
particles of doss drift through a ray of white.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted.

I see the bitter blight of man's neglect lay
upon the once fertile field of summer hay.

I see a...

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Through the schoolyard running as shadows grow long
and the late day sun feeling warm and strong

I'm loving this vision that I am seeing
of children at play and as one in being

They illustrate just how life ought to flow
with effortless laughter and faces aglow

One day they...

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Twelve little girls and eight little boys
Each one the source of their parent’s joys,
Innocent children following rules,
Paper and pencils their magical tools.

Holidays coming, rehearsal of plays,
These were the most exciting of days.
Safe in their classroom as their teacher smiled
Noting the presence of each beloved child.

No...

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bitter fruit 
cast from rotten trees 
bear no seeds...

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Boy...... Don't come beggin for me! 
Please?

You were sweeter than any sugar.

But you turnd bittter

And I'm throwing the old sugar out.

I hate to, but the good stuff went bad.

I still love sugar, just not the moldy kind.

I hope  you fill the next bowl, with...

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