Best Sourness Poems
Sweetness and sourness of life
depends on the seasoning of emotions.
We are blessed with the gift of birth,
but our thoughts are processed
using different ingredients.
We all explore paths to euphoria,
but passengers we pass by,
sprinkle their own nourishing memories,
upon our picnic of existence.
Pain persecutes everyone,
despite the diversity of
gender, colour or faith,
but it tastes the same.
Yet love is never the same flavour.
Romantic aromas can leave bitter side effects.
Vibrations of a heart breaking,
sound the same, but some cracks are deeper,
some wounds heal quicker -
some forever remain.
Delicacy of regret is one we never forget.
It's embroidered on our tongues,
reflecting through bitter breaths,
as flashbacks echoing in dark corridors,
resemble rotting cuisine.
Our essence is simply cultivated fodder,
within a vulnerable universe,
feasting on a substance of snacks,
awaiting our best before date.
Silent One
13 August 2022
Categories:
sourness, analogy, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Think of me as the eyes of late nightfall
crawl through a wafting sill
where lone moon cuddles dimmed glow
before she quietly slowly lays
herself on a cradle of clouds
as whistle of barn owl and incantations groans.
When dusk explodes into ash
upon fairways that lap,
think of me
mysteriously walking on the ledge
of our winding grassland
picking bluebells in wanderlust.
And when candles snuff the lampshades
think of me,
like the velvet skin of dusk fall
circling in a world of marbled thoughts
until you etch the back of my spine
to lullaby the sourness of truant dreams.
The stars play game-spy with the wind
rowing into a wave of dewy cruise;
I enter into your own lenses, a search light
that becomes the harbour of some peace
while echoes of unknown voices speak...
It is at this juncture when you, perhaps,
might think of me
lending a gentle taste of assurance
that the next hours will stir a brightened sun.
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contest 259 Brian Strand
Categories:
sourness, devotion, Lullaby, night,
Form:
Free verse
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
Categories:
sourness, anger, angst, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Back to this dark, cold,
vacuumed
space,
With no air, life,
No sort of soothe to the
senses
You have given me.
My eyes,
Beg to see light,
But only darkness is in
view.
My ears yearn to hear
some sort
of,
Soothing word,
statement, song,
Anything that will tell
them,
That it would all be gone.
My nose, blocked,
By the stench of despair,
And would give anything,
Absolutely anything,
To have a breath of fresh
hopeful
air.
My tongue, tasting the
sourness
of pain,
Destruction stinging its
buds,
With hot chilly tastes,
Desperate for just a lick,
A single drop,
Of sweet happiness.
My hands, Oh my hands,
Ever clinging to the past,
The hurt, the tears,
Vague cruelty that life
offered,
To them as a gift,
Back when I was young,
naive
and ignorant.
My hands they embrace
the
wrong sinful desires,
Holding tight to them,
As you see these are the
only
friends, acquitances,
They ever knew and had.
They yearn to be free,
Or atleast have a better
feel,
Of the cotton softness of
joy,
peace, love.
My whole being,
Mind body soul,
Entangled in vines of sin,
Sin that no matter how
thorny,
Offered a place to lay my
head,
A kind of peace knowing
that no
judgement will be faced,
Promises that my soul
would
gladly bear consequences
for.
But questions, doubts,
uncertainities still remain.
Peaceful life, painful
death after,
unrest for the soul
forever,
Or hard life, no matter
how long,
then death after filled
with dance
and song,
Total bliss for the soul????
Categories:
sourness, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Lagoon of life, lake of man
Bitterness in life, salt of man.
Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue
Harvest of the young, actions of man
Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung
Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung.
Bitterness of man, life's crucifix
Burden of follies, puff of the lung
Burden of life, crux of crucifix
Flux of follies, marks of cicatrix.
Innocence of man, lake of salted life
Influx of mother's womb, gift of Matrix.
Categories:
sourness, destiny, life, words, work,
Form:
Rubai
I want a piece of candy,
what's that you say?
Chewy, gooey, chocolate or gummy,
any sweet temptation to inspire,
fulfilling my inner tastebud desire.
Don't look at me that way,
a simple little tidbit would just be dandy,
really,
I just want a piece of candy
to take this sourness away.
Categories:
sourness, candy, silly, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears
reversing reflections
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green
On the breaking shores
there the Lonely Rewind
is floating amidst The Shallows
resurfaced, cracked open and laid bare
her black treasures
boiling over inky interior
spilt darkly the soul
now sharp and split in two
a gift from the damned
walking out into the blistery wind
where sourness all around
whispers a soft war
of unclaimed, unwanted
forgotten voices,
The Lost and Lonely,
way past the end of their world,
where heartbreak is spurned
resurrect into burning birds
from the cold veined inferno,
The Silent Ocean of Reprieve
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When I Was Older"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/HSCREQjxPHE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Billie-eilish-when-i-was-older-lyrics
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." Butler
"She told me she’d be a phoenix.” The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. “They don’t really exist.” “She said that depends on whether or not there’s someone who can see them." Picoult
"One does not need to be against womens suffrage," the London Times editorialized in 1908, "to see that some of the more violent partisans of that cause are suffering from hysteria. We use the word not with any scientific precision, but because it is the name most commonly given to a kind of enthusiasm that has degenerated into habitual nervous excitement."' Gilman
"Lady Lazarus", Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49000/lady-lazarus
Categories:
sourness, imagery, muse, poets, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Life most certainly has its ups and downs.
Sometimes life may be as breathtaking as a Galaxy of whimsical Starburst.
Heroes and adored Lifesavers protect our most beloved towns.
The pessimistic Goobers in life are the absolute worst.
Even if there is a bump in your Rocky Road, remember you will always reach your dreams.
If you claim that you cannot fit in with the Smarties, then you are nothing but an Air Head.
Swim towards your goal like Swedish Fish soaring through a flowing stream.
Take 5 to pause and think, invent the next Whatchamacallit instead.
Tootsie Roll down your window and shout out in joyous bliss,
ignore Mike and Ike’s conniving Snickers.
Be ahead of the crowd because the Slo Pokes always miss.
Admire how the glorifying star within the Milky Way flickers.
Nothing is more rewarding than a gleeful Pay Day,
take the 100 Grand with pride because you earned it.
The Dove coos above and the illuminating smile on your face is there to stay,
but if you begin to taste the nauseating flavor of distasteful sourness, do not put up a fit.
Remember that one must taste the sour in order to appreciate the sweet,
take a risk like one of the Three Musketeers.
Think about all of the Hot Tamales you could potentially meet.
Face all of those belittling Whoppers of fears.
Eventually, you will connect all of life’s meaningful Dots.
Life will become a Candyland where it only rains colorful Skittles.
Run the exhilarating Marathon and miss Zero sweet spots.
Eventually, you will learn to adore life’s mind-boggling riddles.
October 4, 2018
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
Categories:
sourness, candy, funny, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
I know I must take the long old road
Where we Skiid on the ice cold
It was the only thing I remembered about seventh grade
Our hearts were getting easier to hold on
Although it was never hard
We visit the area we met
We sneak out to have a cigarette
You put up with my glum-ruled set
Whatever you had said
Will you wash it away
The taste of all the pain
Couldn't ever tell my mom
All the things I’d done
With a girl back then
But I was down and you were around for a while
I told her as I went home that I was too young
But she just said “Relax. Everyone does it by now.
Just hold on, it’s no big deal.”
I saw my own self from beneath the clouds
I was scared
I saw my face wither and die and freeze off my head
I saw the pain I had always tucked away
Tucked deep deep away
Tried to forget until now
But it’s so hard to cry
But you are the master of your own fate
Foreshadowing hate
Why do I always wish for then
When those days were such a waste of time
Wishing to be way back again
It could have been so good
But even the angels tell me I was a fraud
I cried in the night
Wondering who that girl was then
A sweet child I had loved
She told me there were stars
Where the warriors watch
But I can’t even taste my sourness
Walk on, we walk on
But we could have met that day
If only your mother let us go play
But we walk alone
Through the snowy neighborhood park
What, what did you say?
About red tailed Robins who nest in winter
You always were fascinated by such things
But I only liked history that pre dates
I cry in the night
And the angels tell me I’m wrong
I cry in the night
I walk alone through the melting park
Now that her mother shut her in the dark
Now she’s all alone
And there’s nothing I can do about it all
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Categories:
sourness, angst, growing up, life,
Form:
Bio
like a charisma or fathomless desire
that angel eve soars in this very land
begins her journey for sagacity
in awe for her love for Adam
though far but still close
their love profound
heart lost within that sight
heartstrings has now too far drew
merciless shrink of their happiness
all that never needed flew high
as deep wisdom sunk in ocean of her mind
memories started fading in those ripples
tempest of hate grew
their velvet fondled love , arare yew
is now at stake with every new dew
she runs ,she cries,she stakes,she dries
that ruckus of sourness flew
why eve's ever-longing desire still due
her pain ,sunk in deep despair
hoping her Adam is still away at bay unaware
though helpless she is
he would be there but yet
then blew that stigma of the wind
this is a wind of new spring
her wait for Adam took new turn
as she got piece to her only one
years went by and she got that wisdom
less her wait didn't let her ponder
with her wait over,new sublime life awaits
even keys of keyboard started taking color
as she knew their promised love of yesterday
is now here as today
her world shined ,with temporary colors
finally..
her world smiled
her Adam is there,waiting,she hopes
her Adam is there,caressing,she believes
her Adam is there for her,she want
now she returned with new self
who knew destiny got them different story
her world shattered
that prism of colors broke
as she lost her only hope
there was nothing there
just a body whose soul got reaped away
he already waited waited and waited
despite her selfish gain for wisdom
she falls ,shattered,broken,hurt
their world failed brew
cycle of world again held true
she was that sky,he was that sea
though appear to meet but never meant to be.....
Its an anime movie: Your name...
What inspired me:Their longing for one another
Categories:
sourness, hurt, love,
Form:
Prose
Coffee,
steaming hot,
smells all rustic,
grey, murky, looking froth,
served with hot milk topped,
creamy, sweetness, sourness, rolled into one.
Categories:
sourness, visionary,
Form:
Cinquain
Sunrise is nearing but everything has remained
still, not even the birds have burst into song.
The sky is a mixture of colours but most are
slowly fading into the well-known blue.
A slight breeze has been born, it makes the
trees and bushes flutter their leaves like wings.
Still I remain stuck in this horrendous bed where
I am seen as an invalid where pity is bestowed upon.
Many faces may project smiles but they are
truly nothing for they are false and unwanted;
pity is a poisonous gift that no-one wants to own.
Still I remain glued under these bedclothes that hide
the horror that has possessed my once radiant skin.
I have been burnt beyond recognition, nothing remains
except memories of my once natural beauty; untarnished
by the elements of age.
Tears are worthless for they will never erase what has
become of me for I feel ugly and monstrous then yet
people still look at me as though I am my normal self.
But disgust is overshadowed by pity, I feel I shall
shatter a mirror if I peer into the depths of the glass.
The sun has now risen, it hangs in the sky like a
angel’s halo; life has now begun to stir, creatures
of all shapes and forms are set free.
They seem to roam the land untouched by the evils of
life then yet here I lay burnt beyond recognition
with nothing but sourness and spite for company.
My soul has been scarred by fire, the very element
that gave life a home when the Earth was young.
Still here I lay burnt beyond recognition but grateful to
be alive.
Categories:
sourness, life, people, sympathy, life,
Form:
Free verse
What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say?
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask. They have already won the game!
Oh and Hope? That false emotion that has gotten us all ashamed?
Oh forget it! We are all the same
Peace and Cooperation? Love and Destination?
What are all these silly games?
What has gone is lost again and is never in your claim
Oh forget it, Roll the dice! Let’s continue this stupid stilly game!
Your Dreams? Your Ambitions?
Not everyone gets the comfy side of the plane!
Categories:
sourness, life, loss, lost lovefeelings,
Form:
Free verse
A simple pickle is the essence of life’s journey,
The recipe of a very experienced granny,
Who has put for the test of our taste bud,
emotions we all taste from cradle to mud!
Have you ever tried a lemon pickled sauce?
With salt, jaggery, chilli fried with lime chops!
The tongue is treated to a host of delights,
takes your culinary experience to new heights!
The lime is the sourness that we all know,
When heartbroken in life and lost in love,
The chilli is the anger that grows deep in us,
When we lack understanding and forgiveness!
Jaggery is that ancient mellowed sweetness,
That brings us cheer that we call happiness!
And Salt added to remind us of its potential,
For survival of species on Earth, it’s essential!
one more secret ingredient not listed before,
The bitterness of fenugreek from the core,
sprinkled into the mixture in a small measure,
Like life’s resentments so we value pleasure!
So in a simple home made granny pickle,
The wisdom of several civilisations trickle,
When you hold a spoon of pickle in hand,
You have all of life’s emotions to understand!
Date written 20/02/2020
4th placement
Pickle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Categories:
sourness, analogy, anger, anxiety, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
My Lord
By: Aidan Gilbert
My Lord gave me feeling
My Lord come to my healing
Should have never looked down
Should have never made that loud of a sound
But when you see your shadow as darkness
And dropping your heart was something you missed
You get a little scared
With your darker emotions you are pair
My Lord gave me forgiveness
Where to find it is my only wish
I knew hurt would make me hide
But I never knew it would take my pride
Darker and darker every night
Lesser and lesser there is light
I find myself each day with more and more sin
Ever since the downfall of men
Lord you’re my rescue
And only you
But Lord give me time
We both know I’m not doing fine
My Lord gave me feet
That stumbled and burned on my sin’s heat
Lord did you get my prayer
I don’t know cause to the blank clouds I stare
But through it all I know you hear my voice
Cause on that cross that vinegar was moist
God I think any day I could be better
I have your redemption letter
I just have to find it
But each day is harder cause I take a new hit
So I’m tired and is giving up on this searching is something I can try
Lord Is my sourness making your love dry
On my broken bed next to sin I cry
Lord next to me you lay down and lie
My guilt cleared when I saw the compassion in your eyes
I had a moment and It hit me
Lord you put a whisper on me
With my eyes closed I could still see
That with one sound you can set my free
Holy spirit moved
And so quickly hurt was removed
Lord I know you’re the only one I need
My Lord rumbles clouds
My Lord makes the thunder sound
But there is a dark street
Cluster with people who are weak
Demons in their minds
Demons guiding them from behind
My Lord gave me new sight
Reason to what is right
All these people wandering around
On the inside falling down
I cannot cure their struggle
In their lives I cannot meddle
My Lord let me do something
I once felt their sting
But time and time again
I go down the wrong street and meet sin
I know I’m not perfect
But what makes me different form them is I know you think I’m worth it
My Lord loves me
He’s all I need
Through it all I still fight
Fight through the darkest nights
Through it all I still want to help my friends
But their lives I can’t tend
My Lord had blood shed
My Lord choose the color red
To his home I am lead
Categories:
sourness, change, corruption, evil, forgiveness,
Form:
Narrative