Best Bitterer Poems
January has pocketed frosted dreams
Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice
Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy
Many driving too fast on her hills should know better
In a heavily prayer-scented car
A risk-taking older cigar-smoking woman twirls around on the ice
Finally landing with a splat, slamming into a steel embankment
Her days on earth over now
bitterer than any rejected suiter, the incredible storm picks up
The woman's Ford is covered in mounds of wet heavy snow
This is a desolate road, people do not see the wreck for hours
Nine One One is called, but it is too late.
This smoke has words that escape me actually
The EMT says, as he reaches the scene
I see no smoke, his unaware partner replies
Not seeing the haze that is taking the lady’s soul to heaven
School is Cool?
School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.
School is definitely not cool,
It is nastier than the flu,
Your statement is incorrect,
For they massacre you without a clue.
Exams, tests and no games are on their torture list,
It’s just a question of time,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Their punishments are bitterer than lime.
What you see on the brochure,
Are the good things that are small,
But the torture that is at large,
Is under cover at the assembly hall.
So make your decision,
Wise I say,
Of your hates and likings,
And enjoy your of happy days.
No pleasure as sinful, no treasure deadlier,
Le chocolat, as love, the purer the bitterer,
A moment’s delight, neither wrong nor right,
A cheap sparkle, brief but blindingly bright.
the dialogue and the time have flowed,
then the night came and rolled over the pavement
with opening its huge and dark wings
embracing armful fallen leaves in her breast,
and goes leaving a romantic whistle behind
the two hearts, smaller and larger, those have swallowed dialogue
though come together, the four suspicious eyes were going
to different directions with their own hardened thoughts
for the truth from the untruth
the taste being bitterer and more unbearable,
and for distressing perjury, the moment was much too long
the groundless tales that lain yonder the thickened wall
were spreads before in vision broadly
and empty hearts, which hearts do not know, even that is
the real desire; yet, desiring to have the things that are worthless
and unable to get, were going far away without destination
oh, what a miserable moment it is? as time goes by
the day called tomorrow will certainly visit again
and for awkward to look bright sun the perjury
again to be repeated for it became an obstinate habit
after all; when in alone and not one eye stares at,
toss around the floor holding the deep scar in heart
and cry out loudly
and run after wretched untrue truth
for perjury leaves these agony and pain
in the disfigured heart
Pain,
A four-letter word, yet so profound,
A silent emotion that cannot be expressed,
It reaches deep within, touching the heart’s core,
Unleashing vulnerability, leaving one in sorrow’s embrace.
Oh, the word called pain,
A burning sensation surpassing hellfire’s heat,
Bitterer than any medicine or food known,
Leaving one exposed in an unjust world,
Crushing the spirit to its very core, bringing one to their knees.
As I sit on the beach, feeling the caress of the breeze,
My life unfolds like a fleeting vision,
Rejection’s sting envelops me, casting darkness,
Rendering me unwanted, causing discomfort to prevail.
A feeling so agonizing, it beckons the embrace of death,
It hurts, beyond words can convey,
Why must I endure this torment?
Feeling undesired in this vast world, I question my existence.
Pain, oh pain!
The agony it inflicts is unbearable,
Devouring and destroying with an insatiable hunger.
Pain, a deadly word that pierces the human heart,
Too fearsome to utter, it sends shivers down the spine,
It resurrects haunting memories, cutting deep,
Oh, pain, how I yearn to banish you from existence.
If only I possessed the power to create a painless world,
Where suffering finds no place to dwell,
But would such a world still be called “world”?
For pain, in its absence, defines our human experience.
I wish I could mend the wounds of all who suffer,
Erasing their tears that disguise the pain within.
Let us aspire to find solace amidst the anguish,
To heal and be healed, to replace pain with love,
For in this journey, we discover our strength,
And may our smiles reflect triumph over pain.
Ain’t no sunshine when the sun goes down
And lately I’ve been withering in the light of day
So the dark creatures come out at night and stare at my thighs with those greedy eyes
They confuse my birthmarks with price tags
They label me weak because of the curve of my waist
But no one really sees how the soft are the strong
How the faithful become the bitter
How the most leaves fall in autumn
How greed spreads like some unconscious virus
How fire becomes ash and ember and suit
People only ever pay attention to the flames
Which are brighter when the sun goes down
When my ideals of infinity drip from the black holes of my pupils
When, again, I start believing in fairytales
And those humble tears of freedom
But every night I see those hungry eyes come closer
The forgotten, the empty castle, the typewriter
In the little red room on the little red desk with the little red chair
I sit there
Hollow
I write of worlds that appear worse than ours
I write of sorrow
I write of the bittering hatred
The bitterer liquor
How the rain and the ruin is always prettier when the sky is falling
And night is calling
And there ain’t no sunshine when the sun goes does
So I freeze in some sap of self destruction
When those dark creatures with their greedy hands come to try and take my sanity
When my ideals of infinity drip from the black holes of my pupils
And I finally see,
Why you can only ever wish upon a star
In the absence of light
He bears in hand old guiles,
And tons of wiles he wields
Across breath-mired worlds,
Upon sands of mortal fields.
His chilling senses waning fall,
And eyes darkish with tired sins
Beget thoughts bitterer than gall,
Prowling in malice-hoisted stilts.
With creeds devoid of marrow,
He's exchanged sense for myths;
Seeking to mar glittering faiths
Twice before the roosters crow.
His date with Hades' gallows
Draws nigh with every thrust
Of ill-tipped sword into virtue,
Muting Lord-chastened fellows
Unbowed by lead-heavy woes.
Already there it is nearly gone,
no magic, no music flat waves.
I am, because of you and trusted how we, two lovers met.
And other people,
lost along the beaconed way and we cannot see to use it.
You were the miracle all saw, because I am simple, of me.
It was found as well out in the wind,
and I found it out in the sea - come to me,
it is splendid, it is not, as for me.
Tidal pools, see ours the fish swim in circles,
as they wait to get out.
Great is the ceremony, look to the coastal side,
wherein I was brought up.
But however the pool it looks,
in the dark by the moon, it was safe.
Safe from the storm,
life was for me, you looking out from the sea.
Then if it is bitterer than the sea for want of peace,
after love you are the price that I paid.
Can anyone accuse you of pretence?
Are you inflicting pain for pain’s own sake?
So little can be said in your defence –
Unless you have some argument to make,
Apart from spitting venom like a snake.
Less culpable than you are snakes, I swear:
They do their damage, blithely unaware.
You knew precisely when, and where, and whence –
Or if you’d rather, planned the steps to take,
Fomenting consciously this pestilence –
You find my words too grand? You’ve got brain-ache?
Okay, let’s say you knew which bough to shake.
Unmitigated mayhem, deep despair
Results in calm. Today, there’s nothing there.
Considered as a love, it was immense.
Regarded as a person, you’re a fake.
Unusually, passionate, intense?
Exactly. So much bitterer the break.
Love blinded me. The thing was my mistake.
The fault was yours, of course. But, to be fair,
You’re not a psychopath. You just don’t care.