#bittersweet Poetry

[env0writes]

Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.14.23 “Umbra Moon"

To taste the gentle moon Sweet luna, lunaris, is this moonlight sickle sickly sweet Are we truly never to meet Sweet umbra, gentle night, I whisper love to you, listen soon What number, am I to queue? Questions plentied, emptied in the eve Grant me reprieve There is always loss, for words, for you May my hands scoop puddled reflections in the pond Muddled with blood and memory Clear enough still to see Content; is what I must be when your reach is beyond Always such a glimmer, as hope, spotted sore For loving you is worth the stains, no more

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[candy-colored-misery]

and im alone again

under the same soft lights we said our first I love yous to each other,

and in moments like these,

I never thought I would be alone

crying and left in my room

still hoping for the arms of comfort to reach me.

I'm scared it'll never be.

[dandelionsinthepavement]

for atlas (i miss you, dearly)

Moonlight reflections on water, stars in the sky, silver coloured eyes, a push and a pull, it's magnetic

step onto the ledge and whisper your dreams to the clouds, twirl in the rain and hold me close

notes passed between classes, whispers of words unheard to the world, astronomy books piled in the corner

a hopeful glint in your eyes, your teeth bared wide.

a familiar black cat across the street, your hand in mine a promise to stay, a memory to hold, your voice, a million years away.

[chrisshields18]

Victory

A true winner, knows, how to accept victory, and defeat. 

They don’t, spend time making excuses, on the narrative, because the narrative, is pure.

But, you have losers, corrupting, the narrative, making the whole world bitter, because they can’t stand the taste of something sweet. 

It’s something like bittersweet poetry.

[emilbh]

bittersweet symphony - the verve / unknown / the civil war - anne sexton / sun bleached flies - ethel cain / unknown / head of a young girl - jean baptiste greuze / @avainblue / sun bleached flies - ethel cain

[autumnsunshine10]

Dovetail

Take me through your sky

Bittersweet mourning dove

All you do is coo

Beyond storm-swollen clouds

Soaring into sapphire blue

Bittersweet mourning dove

I'll always mourn you

[prizmpaws]

something about hands and love (a web weaving about a dnd npc)

[litandlifequotes]

When you are falling in love it is always already too late: dēute, as the poets say.

Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson

[diana-andraste]

It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

[celestialpoems]

Our dancing will inevitably stop but I will cherish this memory that we have made

[nemotherareone]

I love him to the extent that I'm getting hurt even tho I know he loves me.

~ nemo

[trinalwilliams]

Friendship and life's journey are a delicate dance of connections and goodbyes. People enter and exit our lives, leaving indelible marks on our souls. Life's simplicity belies its intricate web of experiences, reminding us that everything is temporary.

Our interactions have profound effects, shifting our perspectives, lifting us up, or setting us back. Yet, deep within, I sense an eternal connection to all beings, places, and moments.

Life's bittersweet tapestry weaves together joy, sorrow, love and fear. Embracing these emotions, we navigate the ups and downs, together, until our paths diverge.

We're all doing our best with the wisdom and experiences we've gathered. This beautiful canvas of life is ours to share, to learn, and to grow.

Sending love to all...

"I recently told a friend, we're all in the school of life, and I'm sure glad you're in my classroom."

Tlw

[candy-colored-misery]

but it was distant like the memory of me,

like when your mother held your hand in the field of strawberries as a child for the first time

and hearing your grandmother sing her favorite song to you to stop the tears

it was not all for nothing, stealing glances into abandoned houses that held nobody and nothing anymore

nothing is ever truly wasted, not even my memory

or yours as well for that matter

just make the best of it as a child would

wouldn't you know the feeling?

[sorceresssundries]

in other news I got this through at pretty much the exact same time as horrible anon.

Sorry lads, looks like you're stuck with me for a while.

[meatsuit]

This Sappho poem is as quoted in Anne Carson's Eros the Bittersweet. Here is an excerpt from Carson's analysis:

[yrmehiel]

It's a heavy burden to bear, the weight of being the one to go when every fiber in your being begs you to stay. It's a loneliness that grips the heart, the kind that leaves you with nothing but memories and the weight of what might have been. To watch the world you knew slowly fade into the distance, as you carry on alone. It's painful to be the one to say goodbye because deep down inside, you know that if it were up to you, you'd stay forevermore and never have to bid adieu. But life can be fickle, and the path of destiny is often unclear. So you walk away while carrying the pain and fear within you, and facing what lies ahead. As you journey on, you'll carry with you the memories of the past, of all the love you had and lost.

— written by Risa Mehiel