[Poetry] Bittersweet Snapshots of Life

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    Bittersweet Snapshots of Life​
    Um okay. Hmmm. Poetry. Let's dabble. I'll fix this up to look pretty at a future date. But for now this will do.

    I found poetry to be a beautiful medium, and at times found myself contemplating and reminiscing on the days I used to pour my heart out into poetry to better cope with the cold world outside.

    Welp. Let's get to coping. Onward.


    Dancing Hearts

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    Wind Witch

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    Obsession

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    Sounds like a very conversational, personal poem. I like it!
     
    Thanks for that! I appreciate it (: Hopefully I succeed in my goal to write a poem a day, or at least temporarily until my creativity runs dry. I can never predict when my next burst of inspiration is, so I just take advantage and jot down. Maybe in a distant future I'll look back and dust them off and redo them to be better. This will do though.


    - 2 -

    There's a bounce in their step
    Like a soft breeze in a summer's eve
    Caressing and vanishing

    Unable to be held
    Unable to be tracked
    Oh, kind siren of the wind
    When will you come again?
    Remind them of life's gentleness
    That there is peace amidst the heat of chaos

    Without you a day is too hot
    They crave your sweet nothings
    Your bittersweet embrace
    But you never linger long

    Oh, cruel mistress of the sky
    Why must you bless them
    Only to leave them yearning for more
    Do you not see the desperation in their eyes?

    Why would you give them a glimpse of hope
    Only to leave them in the state you found them
    Don't leave them to their devices

    They don't know how to rise above
    They don't know how to follow the ever changing wind
    They drown in their misery
    And now they drown in your memory

    Oh, kind siren of the wind
    Why did you leave them to die​
     
    Pudding said:
    Thanks for that! I appreciate it (: Hopefully I succeed in my goal to write a poem a day, or at least temporarily until my creativity runs dry. I can never predict when my next burst of inspiration is, so I just take advantage and jot down. Maybe in a distant future I'll look back and dust them off and redo them to be better. This will do though.


    - 2 -

    There's a bounce in their step
    Like a soft breeze in a summer's eve
    Caressing and vanishing

    Unable to be held
    Unable to be tracked
    Oh, kind siren of the wind
    When will you come again?
    Remind them of life's gentleness
    That there is peace amidst the heat of chaos

    Without you a day is too hot
    They crave your sweet nothings
    Your bittersweet embrace
    But you never linger long

    Oh, cruel mistress of the sky
    Why must you bless them
    Only to leave them yearning for more
    Do you not see the desperation in their eyes?

    Why would you give them a glimpse of hope
    Only to leave them in the state you found them
    Don't leave them to their devices

    They don't know how to rise above
    They don't know how to follow the ever changing wind
    They drown in their misery
    And now they drown in your memory

    Oh, kind siren of the wind
    Why did you leave them to die​
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    Nice! I really liked the rhythm in this one!
     
    - 3 -

    Today it was a red rose
    Morning dew had speckled its unusual brightness
    Was it always there?​
    The sunlight now feels more welcoming
    Everything smells ever so sweeter
    They linger without the sour tinge
    Did it always seem this way?​

    The world now seems so vivid
    Glowing
    Brilliant
    Radiant
    When was the last time I've felt so alive?​

    His picturesque speech danced before an unremarkable backdrop
    Now it blends in tandem with mine
    It's an attractive array of rhymes and laughter
    Is this a dream?​
    He seeped into my bleak future
    It's now coated in a kaleidoscope of vibrant, pastel hues
    Wishful thinking no longer feels so out of reach
    Do I want to stumble further in?​

    Like a lovesick child I break the chains around my heart
    I let him relish in this garden of glee
    Where rhapsodies of praise await his arrival
    Let's perch beneath the weeping willows
    Swim in my crystal pools free of judgement
    Do you want me to do more?​

    Warmth
    Devotion
    Love
    Do you want more?
    Can I do more?
    Should I do more?​

    Endless reverie
    A reality now my fantasy
    Joy at every corner
    When will this end?
    Should it end?
    Do I want it to end?​

    I'm blinded by your splendor
    A fool clinging to a piece of paradise
    Will you ever let me go?
    Will you ever show regret?
    I don't want it to end​

    Today I saw that red rose
    Its beauty stolen by the wheels of time
    Its withered form on the verge of collapsing
    I don't want it to end​

    I won't let it end.
     
    Yo, so I was just kidding. Maybe I may have jumped the gun saying I would make stuff every day hahaha… yeah okay, I should've seen it coming.

    Anyway I made some more stuff to kill time.

    - A Cute Frog

    There exists a pond
    A weary frog tumbles down
    It creates ripples​

    - Who's That?

    They stir in their sleep
    A shadow bends over them
    It fades come daybreak​

    - A Sad Day

    Rain cups my worn face
    As it hides the tears I shed
    The city is grim​
     
    Hopefully you're having a nice day. Thanks for stopping by.

    —— —— —— —— —— ——


    I don't wish to be unraveled
    I already took off my rose-colored glasses
    I'll remain entangled in the past
    But like a thread you wove into every fiber of my being
    Forcing a needless ache to follow my every breath

    No, I did nothing wrong
    I had damned my once active river of thoughts
    Encased my heart behind walls of stone
    But your silver tongue reached my tired, weary mind
    Your words injected life into an otherwise cold marionette

    I am a broken soul in disarray
    Healing and reeling from past misfortunes
    We wander in search of meaning
    But you're convinced I'm your answer

    I refuse to sully your pristine naivety
    I will push you away despite your gentle calls
    Against the tide you will go

    You are an innocent soul encased in a gorgeous canvas
    My hands will never dirty its pastel colors
    They will never mix with my own

    I throw away the keys to your cage, my little dove
    We will not escape into the fray
    You will not leap the pearly gates

    With me you'll forever stay a bittersweet memory
    I won't throw caution into the wind

    Stay a little longer
    Wait a little longer
    And don't give up​
     
    Pudding said:
    Hopefully you're having a nice day. Thanks for stopping by.

    —— —— —— —— —— ——


    I don't wish to be unraveled
    I already took off my rose-colored glasses
    I'll remain entangled in the past
    But like a thread you wove into every fiber of my being
    Forcing a needless ache to follow my every breath

    No, I did nothing wrong
    I had damned my once active river of thoughts
    Encased my heart behind walls of stone
    But your silver tongue reached my tired, weary mind
    Your words injected life into an otherwise cold marionette

    I am a broken soul in disarray
    Healing and reeling from past misfortunes
    We wander in search of meaning
    But you're convinced I'm your answer

    I refuse to sully your pristine naivety
    I will push you away despite your gentle calls
    Against the tide you will go

    You are an innocent soul encased in a gorgeous canvas
    My hands will never dirty its pastel colors
    They will never mix with my own

    I throw away the keys to your cage, my little dove
    We will not escape into the fray
    You will not leap the pearly gates

    With me you'll forever stay a bittersweet memory
    I won't throw caution into the wind

    Stay a little longer
    Wait a little longer
    And don't give up​
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    I like this one a lot. It is inspiring. I notice that you tend to trade rhymes for more emphasis on metaphors. In addition to that, your work seems to have a consistent rhythm as well. Every line matches up perfectly. Good job!
     
    Soooo hey. How's it hanging?

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    In a world that dislikes grey
    It is people like you
    In your naivety and purity
    Who welcome the truth behind humanity's complexities

    You tether me to the last shred of humanity I still wield
    And bring out from within me the closest there is to normalcy

    You invoke in me these feelings
    Emotions I have long dreaded to experience
    They now weigh me down
    Like an anchor from which a rope tied itself around my heart

    And for a brief moment
    Just the briefest of seconds
    I felt what I never believed I ever would

    Remorse.​

    —————


    Shadows from within the darkness
    Watch as I rise from beneath the sea of doubt
    I've untied the burdens from around my shoulders
    Slipped away from the grasp of uncertainty

    Watch me gasp for air
    As I gaze back upon the sky that once swallowed me whole
    I will unfurl my heavy wings
    And allow the world to bear witness to my tribulations
    Let them scorn what they can't understand

    Let them drown in their insecurities
    And I will flourish in mine​
     
    Was driving during one of these nights and was like, hey it's pretty outside.

    — — — —


    An amethyst sky governs the sky before you
    Its sea of stars entice many into a cocoon of dreams
    Reflected by the waves of passing cars around you
    Like a kaleidoscope of shimmering, broken patterns

    Blankets of bittersweet cold snow line the highway
    Having been given permission to remain by a weary sun
    Winds bring with it days for longing and songs
    As it kicks up snow to then freckle heated windshields

    Remnants of brief rivers speckled the shimmering windows
    Shielding you from the cold winter bite residing outside
    As the silence that comes with the night begins to settle
    Repeatedly shattered by your lonely, woeful thoughts​
     
    Your first three poems were so good that they could be made into song lyrics.
    Truly beautiful.
     
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