When all the world was bright with spring,
And love’s young dream was mine,
I thought no ill could ever bring
A cloud across the shine.
But, lo! the storm came sudden o’er,
The sky grew dark and drear;
And love, that seemed so bright before,
Was changed to bitter fear.
And now I know that love is blind,
And hope is all a lie;
And he who trusts in womankind
Must surely rue the day.
For love is like a summer dream,
That fades away too soon;
And he who hopes to win the gleam
Must pay the bitter boon.
So let me learn from bitterest woe
The lesson love has taught,
And never trust to woman’s vow,
Or hope to win her heart.
Tag: Bitter
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Love’s Disaster
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Life is a Boiled Vegetable
Life is a boiled vegetable,
Not always tasty, not always good.
Sometimes it’s mushy, sometimes it’s hard,
But it’s always there, no matter what.
Like a carrot, life can be sweet,
But it can also be bitter.
Like a potato, life can be plain,
But it can also be full of nutrients.
Like a green bean, life can be long and winding,
But it can also be short and sweet.
Like a broccoli, life can be healthy,
But it can also be a bit too much.
But no matter what kind of vegetable life is,
It’s still life.
And it’s still worth living.
So enjoy the ride,
And savor every bite.
Because life is a boiled vegetable,
And it’s only as good as you make it.
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Life’s Bitter Winds
The frigid gust that tenses skin and straightens hair,
Is like life’s bitter winds that we must bear,
We brace ourselves and stand our ground,
Even when the challenges that we have found.
We face the storms that come our way,
And with each trial, we learn to pray,
For strength, for courage, for hope and grace,
To help us navigate life’s rocky place.
But even when the winds are still,
We must remember to climb the hill,
And enjoy the view from the top,
For life is precious, and it doesn’t stop.
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No Chance of Avoiding the End
No Chance of Avoiding the End
A bleak and bitter truth burrows deep beneath the bone its unrelenting grip our proof that we must face the end alone
The sands of time, they slip away our fate, a force we can’t contend try as we might, we cannot sway there’s no chance of avoiding the end.
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The Melancholic Flavor of Bitter-Sweet
Have you ever tasted something that brought a strange mixture of happiness and sorrow? That’s what “The Melancholic Flavor of Bitter-Sweet” is all about. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, but it’s something that makes our hearts achingly beautiful.
Like a memory that’s impossible to forget,
The sweet and bitter taste lingers yet,
It takes me back to moments long gone,
Days of innocence and love that shone.
The bittersweet flavors of life,
Brings moments of joy and strife,
It’s like a whirlwind of emotions inside,
A ride that we cannot deny.
The pain of losing those we love,
The sweetness of memories we cannot shove,
The two entwined, dancing within,
As we try to hold the moments in.
The melancholic flavor of bittersweet,
A taste we cannot help but repeat,
Reminding us of life’s complexity,
And the beauty that lies in diversity.
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Love or Hate
Love or Hate
Love and hate, two sides of a coin
One can heal, the other can ruin
Love is kind, it nurtures and grows
Hate is bitter, it withers and slows
Love brings joy, it brightens the day
Hate brings sadness, it leads us astray
Choose love over hate, let it prevail
For it is love that can never fail.
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Visceral Discomfort
Visceral Discomfort
I feel a knot in my stomach
As I face the unpleasant truth
The reality is harsh and bitter
And I can’t swallow it smoothI feel a pain in my chest
As I deal with the heavy guilt
The consequences are dire and lasting
And I can’t mend what I’ve spiltI feel a throb in my head
As I cope with the constant stress
The pressure is overwhelming and crushing
And I can’t find any restI feel a visceral discomfort
As I live with the dark regret
The past is haunting and taunting
And I can’t ever forget
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The Contorted Memories
The Contorted Memories
The contorted memories we keep,
A mix of truth and fiction,
Some we hold onto and some we delete,
As we struggle with inner confliction.The past haunts us like a ghost,
As we try to make sense of it all,
The memories, a bitter pill to swallow most,
As we try to stand tall and not fall.
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