Grook Sad Poems | Grook Poems About Sad
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A time tested honor
to be branded a goner,
just stand in the middle
of their circle of blame.
In this sex-crazed society
still obsessed with propriety,
it is you they'll belittle
to protect their good name.
*Inspired by the spot-on gorgeous frowny faces anchoring the Fox News Network.
Keep pointin' dem fingers boys!
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009
Punctured and bruised
soiled and used
a soldier laying dead
Fallen and scorned
with no medals adorned
decorated with wounds instead
A flag left burning
apathetic heads turning
no eye wishes to see
an unmarked grave
with no country to save
this is what happened to me
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2007
i don't know why i'm so damn lazy,
i keep telling myself that it's not good.
being lazy will get me no where fast,
i'm not doing any of the things that i could.
being lazy will not got me a job,
nor will it feed us or keep us clean.
i need a job to get the things i want,
plus maybe that would keep from being mean.
the main thing i want is my boys,
so i can't be lazy, and go to work,too.
i know this and tell myself this everyday,
you would think that i'd get a glue.
what will it take for me to see,
i don't want to lose my boys you see.
i need to wake up before that happens,
that's not how i want things to be.
Copyright © dovie lucas | Year Posted 2013
It was collected with deal
It backfired with glee
Refunding with pain
Casting away the gain
Sweats burrowed the furrows
To move,we borrowed the barrows
The barons gave the limit
The fire cackled in the pit
I am hot from pursue
I'm told I''ll be sued
Who will stand for me?
It is debt!
And I am incepted
And I am shamed
That's what debt does to all.
Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007
A drop lost in a flood did you notice
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
Always playing the fool, belittles self to buffoon.
Cap with bells belies the deep sad truth within.
Like blue-black ink squirts from octopus threatened,
joking is a smoke-screen hiding deep-seated inadequacy,
made worse by audience's insatiable need for jokes.
Like 'Cool Hand Luke', the jester, always in demand,
when really pressed, spurts out: "Stop feedin' off me".
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017