With Bitterness Poems | Examples

The Vanity of Youth

The vanity of youth is at it’s height 
when its weight is carried light.
It’s an accidental manifestation
of another’s envious estimation.
It’s lasting value, less than a mirage,
disappears with bitterness into old age.
To those who took the lie for truth
when told in their vanity of youth
must now in beauty’s absence live
a lie impossible to forget or forgive.

What Hearts Are Made Of

HEARTS
of gold
will melt in
the heat of scorn
n'pride, where greed is born.
hearts of stone feel no pain,
loss, nor happiness again.
numb to sorrow but also peace...
imprisoned in stone with no release.
a heart of lead, so heavy with poison,
with bitterness, regret, weighing you down
into the dark~ into depths to drown.
a heart of clay will grow stronger
in the oven of hot lust...
but shatter when it’s hit,
fragile, it will bust.
when flesh and blood,
love's sharp darts...
find true
HEARTS.

We went once, then thrice again

We went once, then thrice again,
Pushed through struggles all in vain.
A mountain of trust came crashing down,
By jealousy small, it wore the crown.

We went once, then five times near,
Yet still too late, it was clear.
Regret consumed for futile tries,
While memories lingered, and hopes would rise.

We went once, then ten times more,
Took on tasks we couldn’t restore.
"Next time, we’ll succeed," we’d say,
Dreaming idly, wasting the day.

We went once, then a hundred rounds,
Through winter, spring, and autumn grounds.
Envy burned for others’ gift,
While hearts with bitterness did drift.

We went once, then a thousand ways,
Madness met us in the haze.
Chasing dreams that weren’t to be,
We lost it all, our destiny.

The Next Step

What am I to feel now 
That my tears have dried up
And my sorrow is in a deep sleep
Wrapped in a blanket 
Soaked heavy with bitterness and doubt 
I lie on the floor and it invites my weight
It's chill offered solace 
For a heart that is now weary
And lying flat where grief has consumed 

What haunts me is the decision 
To shatter this porcelain bond 
Or cling to this mask , tightly 
In a play with no audience
Where vows hang like ghosts 
And desires endlessly echo 
Through our abandoned halls of love 

Meanwhile the truth
Raw and hideous
Whisper secrets too hard to hold 
Filling silences with dread 
The way nightmares come true
And each of your breaths a reminder
Of empty spaces that are left 
Where passion once did linger 
But since has fled from our lives 

What am I supposed to do now
When walking feels like sleeping 
Reaching out for you leads me 
To only nothingness
And dreams unravel, frayed 
In the dark corners of my mind 
Where I search for remnants 
But only find shards of pain

An ode to life and living

Victory to the champ, who perseveres through it all
One smelted and refined through life's red-hot furnace 
Who was all beaten down and yet clawed his way back each and every time. 
Cheers to our friends who battled internal demons in secret.
And yet sought not the "easy way out."
For they held on to life through all travails.
Cheers to the villains who cursed at us with bitterness. 
For they only propelled us to greater plains.
Though we passed through the eye of the needle 
We yet cherished the precious, priceless gift of life. 
For life's a path fraught with despair at each and every turn, but we sought a greater tomorrow. 
Ever telling ourselves, "Things can only get better."
No matter how scared we were, it was our mantra. 
Seeking out green pastures in pestilence and drought
Cheers to the ones who blessed us with their fellowship at each phase of our lives.
They taught us life's integral lessons.

Lilith

The evil nocturnal creature called Lilith
silently slithers into the realm of man at night
seeking the sycophantic pleasure of pain
as she drinks from a wormwood draught
   of hate-filled spew
that pulsates into her veins to fill a vacuous space
   where a heart should be
her maniacal demented darkness of psychotic black
colors the embroidery of her flesh of sensual illusion
where her web is woven to invite the innocent heart
into her demonic lair of witchcraft and cauldrons
   of poisonous death
to be devoured and then spit out into a slimy glutinous
   hellish world of abomination
where Lilith lays naked, covered in blood-soaked skin   
   of revulsion
laced with bitterness from her cup of loathing
   from her sense of not being equal
when the one who gave life to dust gave her breath
and she felt indignant when finding she would lay
   beneath the first man giving birth to her hate

Heart of Gold

Heart of Gold

A heart of gold
Will melt in the fervent heat
Of scorn…in the fires
Of pride, where greed is born.


A heart of lead
Will be Heavy with poison,
With bitterness and regret.
Weighing you down in the dark, to drown
In its depths.

A heart of stone
Feels no more pain...no hurt,no loss
Nor happiness again. Numb to sorrow but also to peace, imprisoned In stone with no release.

A heart of clay
Grows stronger 
In the oven of Love
But shatters when Hit
 with one careless shove.

A heart of flesh and blood
Will beat on and on when filled
With the unconditional love of God.
Letting go of past hurt, forgiving and meek,
Healing our hearts 'til Death's final defeat.
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Watch Out for Hate

Hate will always stamp out peace.
right along with joy and life .
Hate is an ugly tormentor of the hearts
of humankind.
All it can do is spew out anger 
and violence
and catastrophe,
filling the cup to the brim,
with bitterness.

Today
we can seek out hate,
the hate in our own hearts.
We can call it out,
look at it with wise eyes
rebuke it,
do one kind thing
for the object of our hate.
It is our only hope.
The world cannot
survive, my friend,
if hate exterminates
love.

Die not

Joy mixed with bitterness
Hope laced with scoops of mud
This journey unseen
On the way to the holy matrimony
Love is blind
So they said without holding back
Till reality set itself to their face.

"Iwalewa", golden a watchword in our clan.
Imprison it. It will free it itself.
Get along and the signs are mere.
He's a cheat, woman beater, lazy and what you can see. . .

Oh let me breathe!
Shut it up.
My ears ache.
You've made your lashes and acquiescence
Enslaved your equitable rights
You need not cry
Fighting is never the best
With faith hold to fate.

You like to quit? Do!
Pick up your pieces and refresh.
It's a green start. But not your stars too thank too early.
Something different or similar to come.
All pretend to get results
And thereafter let loose of self.

Die not in depression
Die not in the hand of a demon
You have the right to Life
Please live it to the fullest - and not as the foolest.

©? olorunleke Olorode.

The Promised Land

The Promised Land
poem
Lionel Derbyshire

In the dark I glance a silhouette I see..
A formation in arrangement from neck to toe I see.
A face creation in mask I cannot makeout constructed with neck and toe.
Like a whispering it politely comes to fetching me.
A silhouette so devine I fully see.
In neck and toe and stretched out arms.
It is white and lights up the dark.
Moving close to me..
Floating on neck and toe.
The angel arch bending over me 
Starts to pamper me.

I am divine goods to be returned to my heaven's master.
In a precious life I have lived...
There was no pre-arrangement deal and
No longevity guaranteed.

A silhouette whispers me ..
God is calling thee.
Woe I verve with bitterness and trouble I foresee.

I see a angel's gleaming face in radiant animation.
Coming from a land in all it's enduring eternity ..
It rapture's with elation.
It is Elysium.
Without protest and to glee I see the guarantee ..
My act on earth is done.
Aboard I obtain a place
Just before breakfast I go
And see..
The Promised Land.

It was then
I understood all my fears
When I saw GOD ALMIGHTY
In the presence of
LORD JESUS CHRIST
my saviour ...

Optimism For Tomorrow

The day was tainted with bitterness.
fueled by concealed emotions of wrath
apprehensive over social rejection.
afraid of enduring the same fate.

The bedrock is utterly stained with blood.
No one likes to face this conundrum.
the most noxious fallacy to mankind
ethics-based feelings of guilt or shame.

Tonight, there's a tense vibe.
a foreboding of impending violence
Children have been bred to be harsh.
given that nobody seems to care.

Tonight, I'm going to rest my head.
However, tension is present and active.
pounding away at mental stability
as it seems, I'm bold with getting nailed. 

I shall rise soon with renewed vigor.
and thriving considering people's faith
since I've been using subpar tools
to keep my hopes alive for my dreams.

Written: November 21, 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Knives and Intention

Drawn with anger,
Drawn with bitterness,
To attack, hurt and possibly kill,
He doesn't want to play the second fiddle,
He wants to be at the helm of affairs,
To be unseated is to be irrelevant,
To have a rival is to be partly significant,  
All eyes must look up to him,
All obeisance must be accrued to him,
He is ready to hew 
any tree that stands beside,
He is ready to fight and restrain,         
Forgetting that his end lies in wait,
His fall, like a crashing cymbal.




June 3, 2022.

When Dumb Folk Hear Rumours

Dumb people hear rumours and go all out attack 
Clever folk hear them and want extra facts 
The Dumb come at you firing accusations 
The Clever come at you asking questions 

So quick to jump to a full gone conclusion
when only one outcome is there for the choosing 
When you hear gossip you allow its digestion 
It gives you the knowledge and you’re now interesting 

Getting involved to be apart of the drama 
who cares about those you are causing trauma 
just for this moment you can chitter chatter 
feeling most flattered that you finally matter

Dumb people hear rumours and want to believe them 
the version of you their desperately needing 
a story of failure so far from succeeding 
it tells you that they live with bitterness breeding 

Maybe they’re no one and never get notice 
and it leaves them feeling forever hopeless 
this is their victory your failure their focus 
their still bloody nobody living life hopeless

Doublethink Beliefs

1. My life now’s not too spiritual although
I grew up Christian, for I do not go
to any church. I really do not care
about religion. I believe in prayer!
I talk to God and Know that He loves me,
but certain things I don’t take seriously.
Perhaps for that, the thing that I most crave
I will not find before I’m in the grave!

2. My next life – could it be that I am born
into another universe and torn
from all my memories of life on earth?
My new life here is sorely lacking mirth.
In this new culture, like a slave I live
with rules and rites!  With bitterness I give
my time while exercising no free will.
With gloom and soberness my soul does fill.

3. Rewind – “and as my breath flows here and now”*
I’m overjoyed, and I don’t have to bow
to things I don’t believe in, for I need 
to choose, but I do not fall prey to greed.
I’m satisfied with what God’s given me
and very grateful simply to be free.
No evil can destroy my thinking mind.
I’m true to me, and always I’ll be kind.

* Quote given by Unseeking Seeker
Dec. 29, 2021
For Unseeking Seeker's Doublethink Beliefs Poetry Contest

Eternal Illusion

dear lady

you mentioned his name a lot in your heart

remembering the good old days spilled with bitterness.

even though every night he visits in your dreams
 
but when you wake up, you always forget

then you think it's just an eternal illusion

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