Sourness Poems | Examples

Since You've Been Gone

You'd tilt cartons under your nose;
milk missed your mouth and cooled my toes.

Droplets have hardened when they've seeped
under the bed, the run now steeped

in stickiness since you've been gone.
If shadows sleep, mine has withdrawn

under the bed asleep like dust
when squeaks wake up the bedframe's rust.

Your absence forces me to yank
the mattress off to scour the rank

sourness and rough smattering
of crumbs, the stuck broom battering

lampshades reddening my eyes , beets
as if I am a ghost in sheets

circling a glass bowl's facedown rim
embedded in the dust grown dim.

He who walks the soul

Death, faded memory to nothing 
Emptiness bares the skin's reflected pain 
Eyes of the soul's depths 
Pains torcher drives its fiery 
Personality rage to desire temptation 
What is a soul except its being 
Buried beneath the dirt fields 
Where which that comes from the sun feeds 
Heart to feel such anguish emotion 
Like salt to a wound the burn 
The faded soil, winters toll 
Reality withering improvisation of dreams 
A simpler love for life's ambition 

Sourness of the wind crinkle still 
Life's storm, space traveler amongst us 
In another place, where we are 
Not ourselves but somebody, something 
What drives this beast out darkness 
So loved am I who walks light 
That its deception perceives me 
Where in my depths I hide feeling 
My heart wicked to minds perceptive 
Or in our own thought one breathes 
Reflection, stillness within life gives warmth 
Aspire dreamer to what one is to be

Sour Graping

There is no need to complain about the sourness of other's grapes everytime. If you can plant your own, then do it, and hope that its fruit is sweeter. 

In plain sense, other than minding other people's work and complaining from time to time, make your own if you really can and aim to be better. 

Besides, you can only say that the grape is sour is if it is not yours. 

January 16, 2024

Foolish Barking

Bark not on things you can't understand 
And on the things that you can't do;
Don't dive blindly into a water 
Without knowing its depth. 

Just leave a grape when it is sour 
You don't need to bark about its sourness. 
But if you want to have a sweet grape
Better learn to plant your own. 

January 5, 2024, PST, BC

IF IT WASN'T FOR POETRY CONTEST - 1st place

If it was not for poetry, 
I would have been lost like a ghost 
In the dungeon of loneliness 
And prison of being alone.

Where blind hearts are callous and rough,
Poetry gave me a shelter 
Against sourness and bitterness 
Of minds confined within a box.

Poetry stirs the blood in me 
And cheers me up like a wake song
When my heart faints against the storm,
And my lost soul wanders to roam.  

Poetry gives me a new home,
Wings and shields, and leaning shoulders,
Morning sunshines and guiding stars,
And a world I can call my own.

If it wasn't for poetry poetry contest 
1st place 
Sponsor: Silent One

Sometimes

Do you ever wish you could give life a break,
Just disappear for a while without a big smile that's fake,
Just sometimes it's just too much to take,
Sometimes, sometimes I wonder the same thing,
I don't want to feel the sting,
Life gives you lemons,
but nothing to make lemonade
No sugar to sweeten the bitter retrograde,
Just let me fade,
It's just too dark to hide in the shade,
The shadows are to dark,
To withhold this facade,
So much misery and dismay,
Sometimes,
Sometimes I wish I can make a decision,
Just not to wonder if it's all a mistake,
Sometimes,
Oh just sometimes,
I want to take life in stride,
Have someone to confide,
These demons that take control,
These desires of letting unfold,
Destroy, and coil,
The sourness of the bitter end,
To recoil,
 defend a world that never meant anything to me at all

Lemonade

"Life's problems will be a little less bitter if we
sweeten sour lemons with the right attitude."
                                               ~ quote by poet



There are moments in our lives, perhaps days
when we thirst to leave our troubles behind.
A bitter taste upon the tongue that stays
'til a sweeter flavor we seek and find.

The cliche' about making lemonade
is great advice that everyone should take.
Life can be more delicious when it's made
without sourness when its our thirst we slake.

Lemonade,  a metaphor used to show
that bad situations can become good.
Plant a symbolic tree and watch it grow
into something much better. Understood?

Sweet lemonade served with a sprig of mint...
The drink leaves an indelible imprint.

When Drinking

When i drink,  first sip,
refreshes all  my dryness,
 afterwards sourness...

Lagoon Of Salted Men

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.

Thank You Orchard

lumpy
pear-shaped
bright green
quince

fibrous
sour
needs honey or sugar
jelly is great

contains antioxidants
helps manage pregnancy nausea
loving the sourness
thank you orchard
for putting quince into my path

Ingredients of Life

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

Spilling My Tears Catharsis

Spilling my tears,
 drying my inner river
 washing my soul inside
This I do when I laugh...
When I laugh with an opened smile
when I clean out   sourness
I feel lucky on the outside
and renewed within... !

Behavior

Sourness and throb moods
harm  taste and relationships
and spoil the pleasures

Deceptio

I'm just talking as if I don't know 
how to put the weight of mistakes 
on the scale anymore
a kind of beneficial oblivion 
capable of sweetening the sourness of mistakes

maybe I found the right way 
to lovingly tamper with disappointment
decreasing the violence of his damage 
and bringing it to a comfortable size
so that it fits in my jeans pocket 
and allows me to parade one more time like this:
the washed face of one 
who blindly trusts the very lie of his redemption

I Do the Best I Can To Uplift Others

I am doing the best I can today
I’m kind in spite of people’s dourness
Smiling no matter what, merry and gay
Uplifting strangers and their sourness

Secret weapon is my gorgeous smile
A happy hello cherry and merry
I walk six blocks or maybe a mile
Then I reach my neighbor old man Harry

I know the stories of those in my town
Tended to many in clinic you see
I give them a smile even when they frown
For they are all dear and lovely to me

It brings me up and makes me feel kind
It refreshes my heart, rejuvenates my mind.

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