Best Bittersweet Poems

A love that lasts a summer,

A song that last forever,

A cry that will end in a short while,

And yet the morning stays in denial....

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“If you've never eaten while crying you don’t know what life tastes like.”
- Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Even sweetest freshwater river
seeks refuge in salts of vast ocean...

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So bittersweet is this creative art
of writing thoughts through words of poetry.
So many say how peaceful is my heart
that it can shape a verse that's part of me.

They never see the bitter times of stress
my mind goes through for every perfect word:
the hunting down of...

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Those memories of her, now bittersweet
Recalling tender moments that we shared
Young lovers' dreams which time can not defeat
Is proof down deep inside how much I cared

My pining heart still yearns for yesterday
To taste those honey kisses once again
Her dark brown eyes that always seemed to...

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The strain of separation leaves a sore,
sorrow abides and festers in the heart;
two star-cross'd lovers smitten to the core,
despairing of the days they'll spend apart.
Spirit, soul and testament they share,
blind to worldly consequences, broken
by the distance in between, for where'er
their footsteps fall each retains a...

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Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase
bittersweet; stripped bare and unleashed
passion in supple nudity
sashays down my spine
a ginned up shimmy and sway yearn
tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge
of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure


Susan Ashley
October 11, 2019


*romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*...

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Bittersweet 
	
Jose cuts the canes one at a time cursed by poverty's grind

What else does he want since he works on sweetness all
       around him and toils in fragrant nature perfumed by his
      ...

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recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)


Throughout each day your spirit comes to mind.
Upon the grave of love denied I tread.
Somehow in precious recalls peace, I find.

Three years get often tangled...

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And then she said to me,
“Just keep yourself in mind as well. That’s all I ask…”
And I felt the shards of pain in her soundless voice, though it was your grave’s soul speaking
I wanted to embrace her for that eternal kiss of advice,
Had I done...

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When the fire of Autumn fills limbs of trees,
And the covering light frost comes around.
I still remember a summer's wet leaves,
And your footprints fading in its soft ground.
Seasons distant now, though once fresh and new.
A memory faint of our love remains.
The ever haunting silhouette of...

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He dreamt of a ladder reaching heaven
   angels ascending, descending all night
Sensing a Divine Presence in the place
   Beth El - House of God - he named it just right

On the run from the murderous Esau
   who traded his...

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Oh, where had my sweet love gone that morning
when later that day he’d met his death?
It was early January, cold and dreary
when he left unusually early without a word.
For days I wondered and I wondered
where my lover had gone!

A few days later his father came...

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I have determined to age with grace
To show off each wrinkle on my face.
I now accept there is more of me
Much more than there was at twenty three.
There’s a sprinkling of the salt in my hair
That mixes well with the pepper there.
The spring of my...

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Mom’s garden  blushed with flowers on our lawn
Recalling youth’s  zest of fancy-free tread:
I stand  here by an old lamppost , in thought
And imagine dewed clusters overhead.

How I  loved jasmines fondled by the breeze,
Where treetops glow with moonlit autumn skies
That forever mark...

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Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.

Coveted by...

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