The bitterness of studying is preferable to the bitterness of ignorance.
Related quotes
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.
quote by Terry Brooks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Our Own Ignorance Prejudices
in the humbling
realization of our own
ignorance prejudices
begins our long walk
to tolerance for all
and an awful pity
for those still
fevered with anger
hate bitterness
Inspired by the comment ‘sadly, the ignorance we battle' Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It's Better Not to Butter Bitterness
It's better not to butter bitterness.
Discuss it...
Then let it go.
Don't let it sit,
To discover it has become a chip
On your shoulder.
Forgiving and forgetting,
Is a goal one can finally reach.
Once the sweetness has been squeezed,
From pretense and anger.
It's better not to butter bitterness.
Especially when some folks,
Love to keep others roasted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Bitterness And Hate
do not let bitterness and hate consume you.
no one knows what your going thru.
no one can see the pain you're in
and what you feel is a crying sin.
the same way that there is bitterness in your heart.
stop! and give love a start.
love can rule all that we go through
it's all up to the inner you.
so look around you at the people who are
consumed with this hate.
make a change before it's too late.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Their Muscles Twitch
There is no reason for you to wait.
Or wish to have your bitterness,
Reflect upon the faces...
Of those who laid obstacles,
On your path to detour your fate.
Those evil bitches need not burn at the stake!
Or have one driven through their hearts,
To make what they've done wrong...
Righted in your eyes.
Those evil bitches now have minds on fire!
With guilt that shames.
And sitting in pain that will not for them subside.
Rid yourself of that bitterness.
Their muscles twitch!
Twisting them into fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thank You For Reminding Me
Because I thought we both would benefit
By being in each other's presence.
That's why I approached you!
I thought you would find that to be true too.
But you chose to use that
To unleash some unresolved issues...
And bitterness,
You wish to keep!
And I have long since learned to forgive.
However...
I will not forget,
The bitterness you reflect.
That reminds me of myself...
When I was self involved.
With a selfishness I have years ago left,
Behind!
And you are not the kind I wish to waste my time with!
That self centeredness I have dismissed.
Thank you for reminding me,
Just how much I have grown.
Without needs to dump my insecurities,
On someone else's shoulders!
And you?
Seem to do what you do well.
And I do not wish to observe that in practice!
Or keep it rehearsed in my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Brokedick
Oooh
It's plain to see
Why there's no harmony.
Arrogance at a glance
A mind that's bent on ignorance.
Desperate for reverance
Little king with no respect.
Spitting out rhetoric from the mouth of a broke dick.
A blind approach that leads to misery
Bitterness will let you down
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Yours Truly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Anger's Damage
Anger wastes the day as bitterness throws it away.
These evils join forces to betray and decay.
A sunrise dies each time anger and rancor prevail.
Negativism sinks happiness before it can set sail.
Saddest of all is that minutia and inconsequence
Triumph each day left battered and tense.
“I’m sorry.” “I love you.” “Let me listen.”
Destroy anger and bitterness, making the day glisten.
Kindness is the way to keep relationships fresh and new
During a life where the days are so very, very few.
poem by Gregory Huyette
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Contagious.....
dear friend
i write this with bitterness
this poem,
this un-poem,
this anti-poem which is bitter
i do not know if you are bitter too,
because if you are
perhaps you
can easily understand how is it to be unpoetic
because you are bitter
because i have
the impression that to be poetic
it must be something
that makes us feel beautiful
inside out
and which also
spreads beauty
all around the world,
and people will be happy
and know that something
poetic is always the one
that creates order,
system,
nice feelings,
nothing of that bitter sort,
that depressing effect,
that prompts a suicide
somewhere along the straight line
of life,
i have nothing bad
for all my intentions,
i am a bitter man,
and i am writing about bitterness,
and you surely will
not like it,
because you are
a happy man,
in blissful state,
as you wish to convey it
in your pictures at
facebook,
and the rest of the write-ups
that you have posted
so far.
this poem is
like a volcano
that soon will erupt
i hope there will
be no casualties
it has to.
because it is needed.
because it is.
so,
i think,
it is time for you to
run away and avoid me,
and forget ab
out me,
as of this moment,
you should have already
stopped
reading.
i guess,
you are interested
in bitterness,
it is sweet to know that
...
are you
bitter too?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Make It So Hard
Please don't get me bitter.
Please don't let it start.
I am a vessel of love,
This I know.
But some remnants on my heart...
I wish from me depart.
I pray to God...
'Don't let me sit.
Not with this bitterness,
Stirring to whip me into a fit!
God, I asked to get over this!
With a forgiveness...
That has not forgotten.
I want this emotion from me to lift!
But I am reminded...
I simply can not quit!
A forgiveness I have done.
But I can not seem to forget!
I can not let it go.
Why do I invite it to revisit? '
~WELL...
THAT AIN'T FORGIVENESS, OKAY?
SO DON'T BOTHER ME AGAIN,
WITH THIS BITTERNESS Shhhhh...
NONSENSE! ~
Father...
You make it so hard.
I'll do the best I can.
~NO! UH-UH!
YOU DO!
YOU MAKE THAT TRIFLING STUFF HARD.
YOU JUST HAVE A WISH TO KEEP PETTY! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Bitter Word
I taste bitterness in my mouth
each time I hear the word war.
It's a taste that's born of compassion
from a word that's been heard before.
Too young they die
not knowing why.
Too young they leave
and as we grieve
I hear that word again.
I spit from the bitter taste of it
and it still won't go away.
It's the same old word that drives me mad
and reminds me every day
that man is pliable in the hands
of ones whose insatiable need
never tastes bitterness in their mouth
from the word or from the deed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Taste
it is a matter of taste
years of bitterness
cannot teach you
in a day what sweetness is
years of searching
cannot give you an hour
of a solution to the problems
you are grappling with
you mellow down through the years
what tastes so sweet to them
in your discriminating expertise
is never sweet to you
you keep a glass of your favorite concoction
the one that makes you live
she takes the courage of taking a sip
her face changes and she vomits
what makes you live is always
the exquisite taste of bitterness
the one that strengthens your mind
and that makes a lot of difference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Planh For The Young English King
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this grieving world
Were set together they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
Worth lieth riven and Youth dolorous,
The world overshadowed, soiled and overcast,
Void of all joy and full of ire and sadness.
Grieving and sad and full of bitterness
Are left in teen the liegemen courteous,
The joglars supple and the troubadours.
O'er much hath ta'en Sir Death that deadly warrior
In taking from them the young English King,
Who made the freest hand seem covetous.
'Las! Never was nor will be in this world
The balance for this loss in ire and sadness!
O skilful Death and full of bitterness,
Well mayst thou boast that thou the best chevalier
That any folk e'er had, hast from us taken;
Sith nothing is that unto worth pertaineth
But had its life in the young English King
And better were it, should God grant his pleasure,
That he should live than many a living dastard
That doth but wound the good with ire and sadness.
From this faint world, how full of bitterness
Love takes his way and holds his joy deceitful
Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish
And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,
Let each man visage this young English King
That was most valiant 'mid all worthiest men!
Gone is his body fine and amorous,
Whence have we grief, discord and deepest sadness.
Him, whom it pleased for our great bitterness
To come to earth to draw us from misventure,
Who drank of death for our salvacioun,
Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous
And humble eke, that the young English King
He please to pardon, as true pardon is,
And bid go in with honoured companions
There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.
poem by Ezra Pound
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Perfect Crime
Girl listens to mom
So she lights a match and pretends to sleep
While everything burns
Man drives nowhere
So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs
And felt good
Boy hears teacher's words
So he closed his eyes and stepped in front
of a train
Woo!
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits
The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
I can hear your voice echo
O.K. I lied-it's really the voice
Of the guy who kicked your head in
Look in the mirror
It seems you're drinking, miniature
And soon enough your gone
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits
The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
No one saw the perfect crime
I can't wait for the next time
The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
You try to make the moment
Last you sold it right in half
You die and have a nice day
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
song performed by by Faith No More
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
An Afternoon
when they all leave
and you are left all alone by yourself
you reflect upon the shape of the wall
you check if it has gained
a little length
whether it has widened
a few inches
for all the days gone by
unnoticed
you stare upon the walls around you
you check on your nails
you bite one
it tastes salty
there is this bitterness in your heart
you grope for a word
to describe it
in one setting
there is something that screams
you silence it
you stand and close the door and leave
you walk along the silent corridors
you think
what if this darkness goes on and on
what if this bitterness continues
day by day
what if the walls grow to become this big house
and you are inside it
not finding anymore
any door any window
what if?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Blocked Out of Memory and Stopped
You want to be nasty?
You want to be despicable?
You want to inflict upon me your revenge?
You can take that bitterness...
And heat it with onions for all I care.
I don't know what makes you think,
Your attacks upon me I find attractive.
I am going to watch your craze burn itself out!
And 'then' when and IF you come to your senses.
You will discover you have locked yourself,
Into a madness witnessed!
And everything about you from my point of view,
Has been blocked out of memory and stopped!
You want to be nasty?
You want to be despicable?
You want to inflict upon me your revenge?
You can take that bitterness...
And heat it with onions for all I care.
You have made me aware of your uselessness,
In my life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Quick of Lip and Short of Thought
Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
Devisive measures have assisted the blight.
There are still those bickering over racists insights.
And their ignorance has expedited conflicts biting...
Further into poisons to bring them all demise!
Since the foundation that supports their allegations,
Is in need of desperate repair...
And has cracked with wounds!
Everywhere!
Leaving hatred and bitterness,
To sink their luxurious ship!
Exposing themselves...
To be quick of lip and short of thought!
And agreeably their own worse enemy.
Nourished on 'mad cow' and polluted pretense...
That justifies this nonsense,
With an applied nonstop ignorance!
That seems more and more a way of life accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Questions......
lady, (lady in black
gown, black hat, and
hand-gloves)
why do you want your
coffee black?
why do you always want
bitterness?
why always alone
sitting on a chair facing the sea
and drinking the salt of
the breeze
with your black coffee?
why sip bitterness
when
to my mind, coffee would be
better with cream
and honey
with someone beside you
facing the sea and
savoring the salt of the sea
with that black coffee of yours?
lady, why mourn
when joy is just around the bend?
why can't we be alone
together?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A love to dominate
Love only dominates
Love only originates
All rivers from its fold
which flows with the Gold
It makes way and lead
we only have to heed
The simple life of love and affection
That is only left as human action
love for all and bitterness to none
finding favor always with some one
who knows where the road will meet?
Why not mex with all and greet
Loveless life is not a mission
Hatred, bitterness and inclusion of so many as an admission
Colorless raibow as natural displeasure
How dark patches can grant us pleasure?
Love to rule and love to last
Nothig to come as steps last
It is natual and must impose
Time to act for truest to repose
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!