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,...

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Think of me as the eyes of late nightfall
crawling 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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, ...

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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...

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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...

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The Scroll of Sorceress:
I do dark arts,
I do allure men to beat drums,
I cast spell through evil eye beads,
My dirty tricks no one reads,
I am someone who never cheats.
I am dark art goddess,
I am wise sorceress!!
I am black magic woman,
I can shun every omen,
I purify...

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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...

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Coffee,
steaming hot,
smells all rustic,
grey, murky, looking froth,
served with hot milk topped,
creamy, sweetness, sourness, rolled into one....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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