Bitter Poems - Poems about Bitter

I called you this morning, life, for a bitter tea, We, who never knew how to exchange a true word, We, who danced on the same tense wire, Your eyes are estranged from me, the traces of past battles are your attire. You embrace the wrinkles, and a tear slides down your cheek, You seemed tired of me, life. I know...

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When the moon turns bitter and cold, The night starts whispering tales untold. No caress remains without a scar— No hand can heal what nights unbar. You're not just thirsty for the day, But for a wine that fades away, That pours from dreams you used to chase— Now lost in time, now out of place. A prisoner trapped in silent breath, A cage...

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I often struggle to make peace with nagging relapses that, like endless tides, come then I need to chase away. Intrusive rekindlings of loss, of wanting to resurrect the past, each time needing to go through the motions of convincing myself it's pointless. Confined, trapped, buckled in, I ride this live rollercoaster that leaves me feeling disillusioned, frustration having a bitter rancid taste. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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You take joy in seeing my heart bleed, Because of your avarice and greed. The pains you caused come with no reprieve, Yet you’ve the audacity to leave. I invested every ounce in you, Your ponderings control all I do. My bitter cries you heedlessly sought, Yet you’re blind to the hatred you brought. How can your mind ever be at peace, When the...

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I don't know why. I added the same sugar, poured from the same tin. But it reminds me of farewells those spoken casually, like we wouldn't miss each other. Like love could be scheduled. This bitterness it's not the coffee. It's remembering your face only through photos your voice buried beneath children's laughter....

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Her breath was warm with coffee and sin, Laced dark on my tongue, sharp and thin; A bitter taste clung to the curve of her smile, As dawn broke, trembling, and silent awhile. Her hands, soft thieves, curled 'round my waist, Stealing the quiet I longer to taste; The sheets smelled of dusk, of cinnamon's ghost, Of promises lost, of love turned...

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You turned your back and cut me loose not caring how I felt cast me aside and left me hanging as you just walked away Orphaned discarded and rejected wondered how I would survive but I somehow from within summoned the strength I needed to forgive that treachery to become the Me I am today AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on May 18, 2025 for contest ABANDON...

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With these rings, we said, "I do," Never planned to play the fool. Too young to grasp loves weight, Too blind to heed its rules. We were D—drifting, never devoted. We were I—insensible, inconsiderate. We broke our Vows, splintered trust. We were O—reckless, outrageous. We were R—tangled, bitter root. We were C—careless, never committed. We were E—estranged, unraveling fast. A word we swore would never be...

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bitter acerbic, unpleasant sneering, alarming, unwelcoming acidulent, caustic, saccharine,...

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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 feel our survival might be a close shave But we’d gladly...

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I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash, Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash. It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue, And I’m the sole competitor, with nothing else to do. The butterfly of heartache, a relentless, flailing thing, Propels me through the sadness, making my wet soul sing. Or rather, weep, a muffled, gurgling sound, As...

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In a field of bitter thoughts, where sunrises drown in shadows of silence, We are often surrounded by faces sculpted from the clay of boredom, Heavy heads like potatoes forgotten in the barren soil of banality, Perched on shoulders wearing suits of shadows, tasteless, lifeless, And their lives slip through like a thin thread of sand in the hourglass...

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I ate a bite of bitter chocolate. Only I could survive. The biting wasteland. Feeling some feeling. Like bitterness. I swallowed that. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed. The sweet flower. Which smells strange. Like how chocolate tastes. Horrible. Can’t remember why. I ate a bite of cake. I was bitter for no reason...

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FRIGID BITTER ATTITUDE SMUTTED WOMAN- Wintry mix soul of emotion-- lack of compassionate no-show; ...So she was winter crisp chilling, stony unsympathetic heart' Disposition mean ice-queen part; Your cold, responsiveness lacking; 2/11/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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Late at night when I’m alone in my bed. A soft feather pillow under my head. My mind goes drifting down memory street when we were together and life was sweet. We meet at a wedding, we dance all night. Your face all aglow in the candle light. Your holding my hand, then, after a while, holding again as we walk down...

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