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Sunday

To the sound of

cigarette smoke

and ice cubes

melting

sweet flavor of

thin air and time

deliberately

wasted

the sweet

caress of

thoughts

of words

and sentences

as they appear

on this very

piece of

paper

overpowers

bile bitter taste

of memory

Drinking my

soletary

fill

emptying

bottles

my wallet

my head

and heart

watching flies

fcuk

on my table

sunshine through

leaves

palm trees

growing

and lives

shortening

It's Sunday.

poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Bitter Sweet

(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
Bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
I never thought Id understand
Never thought I could
The way I feel about you
And how much I need your love
How much I need your love
Bitter sweet
If I analysed each feeling
And captured every thought
Id not be any nearer
To the beating of your heart
The beating of your heart
Bridge:
Its neither pain nor pleasure
Ice cold or tropic heat
Your love is hard to measure
But its taste, mmm, its taste
Is bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
Now as I think about you
And the way you make me feel
You hurt me and I doubt you
You smile and my heart heals
Smile and my heart heals
Bridge
Bitter sweet (x5)
Bridge (x2)
Bitter sweet (x7)

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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(Love Poem) Bitter Sweet Rose

Bitter sweet rose will you be mine?
Or am I wasting my time?
Bitter sweet rose you smell divine.
Do you have a succulent kiss?
Is it something I've already missed?

Bitter sweet rose what gives?
Is it how we must live?
Bitter sweet rose will you answer my questions?
Are you devote?
Do you stray when your bored?
Will you doubt?
Is what you want something more?

Bitter sweet rose are you keeping score?
Will you try something new?
Will you lock your door?
Do your lips taste like dew?
Bitter sweet rose do you want to go?
Do you love the snow?
Is this right?
Is this what you want tonight?
Bitter sweet rose, oh my bitter rose.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sweet Sunday Kind Of Love

There's something special about it
Just what, i can't quite say
But there's no doubt that it's different
From any other day
There are no words to exactly describe
What i'm speakin' of
It's just a sweet sunday kinda love
We'll read the funnies together
And watch some t.v. too
You can do something for me
And i'll do the same for you
We'll fill the hours with things
That we both most like to do
Spending a sweet sunday lovin' you
Why don't we unplug the phone?
Let's pretend nobody's home, quietly
Just you and me, oh how nice that will be
All through the week i'll look back upon that
Sweet sunday time
While looking forward to that special happiness
We'll find
When we awaken to hear from a songbird up above
Sounds of a sweet sunday kinda love

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sweet Sunday Kinda Love

Theres something special about it
Just what, I cant quite say
But theres no doubt that its different
From any other day
There are no words to exactly describe
What Im speakin of
Its just a sweet sunday kinda love
Well read the funnies together
And watch some t.v. too
You can do something for me
And Ill do the same for you
Well fill the hours with things
That we both most like to do
Spending a sweet sunday lovin you
Why dont we unplug the phone?
Lets pretend nobodys home, quietly
Just you and me, oh how nice that will be
All through the week Ill look back upon that
Sweet sunday time
While looking forward to that special happiness
Well find
When we awaken to hear from a songbird up above
Sounds of a sweet sunday kinda love

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Quick And Bitter

The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love
of your body which came
between them.

And when I entered into you
it seemed then that great happiness
could be measured with precision
of sharp pain. Quick and bitter.

Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand—
'Let's be sensible' and similiar curses.

And as we stray further from love
we multiply the words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.

poem by Yehuda Amichai
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It hurts to know

A picture...
says more than a thousand words
tells a story of our everyday memory
a memory that stays with us forever
forever may never last
it won't last because it burns
burns us deep within
with so many wounds
who could ever heal
pain from a beautiful knife
who ever thought it could hurt so much

Reality may not sound so sweet
sweet as candy could be
a candy has different flavors
it melts in your mouth so easily
love has one flavor and its called happiness
happiness brings out the good and the bad
perfectionism no one has
because with flaws and all; a picture, memory, pain, love and happiness
they wont fill the cracks to an empty heart
that may never feel as one

poem by Ivana Suazo
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The Anger Behind The Swing Of This Axe

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting..

I did everything right and it still went so wrong.
Perfection in the moment and now its gone.
If I only knew what I know now.
I would have ran for the hills.
Never looked back.
Like a ghost completely disappeared.
Across the hemisphere.
Above the highest atmosphere.
Mind you they are limitation I grant you.
But still I don't think it's that far of an exaggeration.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

A broken heart I'm not debating.
For I know at one time I did love you.
But it faded as you became so god damn jaded.
Nothing I did was ever quite good enough.
With love their should never be any expectation.
Except not too stray or put yourself a abusive situation.
Support and do the best you can for your family and friends.
But in this case you didn't allow that to happen.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

I want to blame you for my unhappiness.
But I can not.
For I'm better off now then I ever have been.
In my eyes you have already been forgiven.
For your road was rockier then mine has ever been.
I will never forget the kids they will always be in my heart as if they were my own.
One autistic, the other blind.
You don't even acknowledge I ever existed.
Even as I ask how they are.
So I will never know.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Taste It

Yes its me
I am the one
To make you see
Where we belong
I was shaking
Like a leaf
All wrapped up
In my dirty sheets
If I agree
To what comes next
I would be faking
With the best of them
It seems a crime
I would commit
Without the difference
Of all the worlds gifts
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
Never never never
Never never never
Taste it
To dream
All the time
Without a scream
In the dead of night
All those faces
Come back to me
Ill be begging
To swim that sea
Yes I made
A picture story
Make you cry
In all your glory
A need to quench
The thirst of many
To justify
And make ready
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
This realization
Owes us strength to show
If youre uncertain
Youre invited to believe
These are the words I speak
These are the words I speak
A dislocation
]from where we once came from
Give sons and daughters
Because we want to go on
These are the words she speaks
These are the words she speaks
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it

song performed by by INXS
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Dubrovnik 1972.

Dubrovnik seemed
a second home,
and you, in a street

cafe, sat drinking coffee,
with that book on
Schopenhauer open

on the table, a cigarette
smoking in an ashtray
unattended, thinking

of the girl in the hotel
restaurant the night
before, the waitress

who smiled at you as
she served and went
by your table, and your

brother said, I don't
fancy yours much,
indicating with a nod

of head, another
waitress over by a
nearby table, plump

and spotted, wearing
a scowl instead of a
smile, and all the while,

he eyeing, as young
men do the beauty
that had caught your

eye going by, but all is
fair in love, so men
have said, so picking

up the book on
Schopenhauer, and
further reading,

holding the cigarette
between the fingers
of the hand not

turning pages, you
inhaled with deep
concentration the

smoke and words
spread across the
page, written by a

philosopher of a
foreign tongue
and different age.

poem by Terry Collett
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Love Isn't Easy

Do you remember the first time, and all of your sweet sweet talk
Ain't heard it a lot since then love
Now look at that guy, he's making me cry
He leaves everybody and he only says goodbye
But if i would have to choose i wouldn't let you go
Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow
Darling i know
We gotta have patience
Love isn't just a sensation
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving love is a reason for living
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
From the first moment i saw you i've treated you like a queen
I've given you lots of presents
Now listen to that, just look at that cat
You'd think he was an angel but he's talking through his hat
But if i would have to choose i wouldn't let you go
Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow
Darling i know
We gotta have patience
Love isn't just a sensation
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love is a reason for living
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Patience
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love isn't just a sensation
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love is a reason for living
(sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough

song performed by by ABBA
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I Am A Chocolate Cherry On Your Lips

The taste of life is bitter or is sweet,
But me i am a chocolate flavor,
When sitting on your lips.
You could try many flavors,
You could experience all kind,
But nothing will compare with the joy i will give you,
When melting in your mouth.
Come to my arms my love, lay by my side,
I will be a chocolate cherry on your lips,
It is Valentine's tonight.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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One Last Time

Just one last time
Before I go
Let me tell you much
I love you so

Just one last time
Will you hold my hand
As we walk down the beach
With our toes in the sand

Just one last time
Will you give me a kiss
Let me taste those sweet lips
I know I will miss

Just one last time
Let me gaze in your soul
Let me get lost in forever
Let me lose all control

Just one last time
Can I hold you so tight
All through the day
And all through the night

Just one last time
Let me feel your caress
Let me place your head
Upon my heart and my chest

Just one last time
Let me feel your gentle touch
For your skin on my skin
It gives me so much

Just one last time
Let us make love
Let us join as one
Be at peace like a dove

Just one last time
Let me smell your sweet breath
Let me caress your soft hair
Before I meet death

Just one last time
Before I go
Let me tell you much
I love you so

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Bitter Sweet Love

Bitter sweet love
Why do you steal my heart and soul,
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
You stole my heart
You stole my thoughts
How could you?
You made my legs wiggle,
Slightly I started to giggle.
I hate this
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you,
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
You make me smile
You make me laugh
Why do I love you?
You driving me insane.
Its a bitter sweet love
And its giving me a pain.
The key to the lock of my heart, is stabbing right through my chest.
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you,
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
A bitter sweet love!

poem by Savannah Harker
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Drinking Poetry

at first glance
you taste its first sip

it is bitter and had always been
as bitter as grief

and you drink it anyway
everyday

until then when bitterness
does not taste bitter anymore

and then you drink it anyway
everyday

and everyday you drink cup by cup
poetry

your friend do not believe you
doing this
they cannot take it anymore
you drinking this bitter
concoction
everyday

you are true to this calling
drinking poetry
until it has become your habit
your vocation

your mission to write all that you feel
all that you can

what they do not know
is this freedom this blood from poetry
bitter and salty and sometimes bland
has become so sweet as honey

and these sap caused the growth of
your feathers and wings

and then one day you fly away
far away so so far away

to that clouds and mountains to that castle of the gods
and goddesses

and there you drink with them
and there they welcome you as one of them

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Farewell Sweet, Sweet Summer

Falling leaves off barren trees
Whispering wind a haunting end
To sweet, sweet summer
Kisses goodbye time to cry
Hopeful heart brand new start
After sweet, sweet summer
Grasping for that something more
Smile makes as winter breaks
Farewell sweet, sweet summer

poem by Kamryn Chew
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Wasps In A Garden

The wall-trees are laden with fruit;
The grape, and the plum, and the pear,
The peach and the nectarine, to suit
Every taste, in abundance are there.

Yet all are not welcome to taste
These kind bounties of Nature; for one
From her open-spread table must haste
To make room for a more favoured son:

As that wasp will soon sadly perceive,
Who has feasted awhile on a plum;
And, his thirst thinking now to relieve,
For a sweet liquid draught he is come.

He peeps in the narrow-mouthed glass,
Which depends from a branch of the tree;
He ventures to creep down,-alas!
To be drowned in that delicate sea.

'Ah say,' my dear friend, 'is it right
These glass bottles are hung upon trees?
Midst a scene of inviting delight
Should we find such mementos as these?'

'From such sights,' said my friend, 'we may draw
A lesson, for look at that bee;
Compared with the wasp which you saw,
He will teach us what we ought to be.

'He in safety industriously plies
His sweet honest work all the day,
Then home with his earnings he flies;
Nor in thieving his time wastes away.'-

'O hush, nor with fables deceive,'
I replied, 'which, though pretty, can ne'er
Make me cease for that insect to grieve,
Who in agony still does appear.

'If a simile ever you need,
You are welcome to make a wasp do;
But you ne'er should mix fiction indeed
With things that are serious and true.'

poem by Charles Lamb
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Vine of Life

Substance is not divinity.
It is a creation of divinity.
My substance is my creation.
Is it substantially good?
Is it substantially evil?

The mind creates a bitter fruit.
Bitter to the taste,
Bitter to the eyes,
Bitter to the heart.

The spirit creates a sweet fruit.
Sweet to the taste,
Sweet to the eyes,
Sweet to the heart.

The vine is the connection to the fruit.
Our connection to the source of life.
Is life mind or spirit?
What is my calling or what is calling me?
The voices in my head?
Or the voice of creation?

The mind has limited capability.
The spirit has limitless.
For the mind will always thirst.
And the spirit will quench another.
Now my cup runneth over.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Piece Of Paper

A diploma hanging on the wall
is really not you at all.
It's just a piece of paper.

A marriage certificate in your file
of when you two walked down the aisle
is just a piece of paper.

A birth certificate, signed and sealed
made you legal but concealed
that it's just a piece of paper.

A death certificate proves you're gone.
The truth is you've just moved on.
It was just a piece of paper.

All these papers that yellow with time
were really not worth one thin dime.
They were just pieces of paper.

Your life was never all those things.
Your life was when you took on wings
and soared with love for all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lost Souls

hanging around
waiting for something to do
but there is nothing,
if he smoked he'd smoke a cigarette
fag-end of time
waiting
dynamic apathy, nothing
to do,
lives wasted in schizophrenia
wandering about, straying into cafes
hopeless pints
never a girlfriend
anxious hours
waiting-rooms, injections
occasional sweet moments of joy
a hundred years of boredom in a minute
Jesus spare us

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Take The Lid Off The Pot

Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got

It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant

Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got

Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!

Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.

'What's the matter? '

There's none left!

'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '

It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes

Bitter Sweet

(Love Poem) Bitter Sweet Rose

Sweet Sunday Kind Of Love

Sweet Sunday Kinda Love

Quick And Bitter

It hurts to know

The Anger Behind The Swing Of This Axe

Taste It

Dubrovnik 1972.

Love Isn't Easy

I Am A Chocolate Cherry On Your Lips

One Last Time

Bitter Sweet Love

Drinking Poetry

Farewell Sweet, Sweet Summer

Wasps In A Garden

Vine of Life

A Piece Of Paper

Lost Souls

Take The Lid Off The Pot

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