Best Sad Sack Poems
Judgment logic
Ironic comes the curse in store,
When brain damage, dims your mind for sure,
When half-wits are, talking down to you,
Not sharp enough to get your due,
A judgment you endure.
You see the way they laugh at you,
Look down their long nose snotters, blue,
Sad sack the name they give you too,
Poor dummy, can’t ignore?
15 years of suffering,
stupid things, home they bring,
till me brain then gets restored,
intelligence comes forward,
no longer now abhorred,
I served me time, have you?
Millions of judgments in the earth,
Born no arm, no eyes, your worth,
What logic does ensue,
You and the family suffer too,
All at different levels true,
It is no cause for mirth,
Gods judgment in the earth,
You can’t quite see it blue?
Closed minds will have to do?
Till perhaps rebirth…
Don Johnson
Categories:
sad sack, adventure, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Nature has painted you
a moldy shade of green;
and you're the ugliest
scarecrow I've ever seen.
A grotesque effigy
in the image of man,
you're a collage of rags
on a rusty tin can.
Stuffing has fallen out
of your disheveled clothes,
and you hang deflated;
drooped in a ghoulish pose.
You seem so comical;
like a crazed circus clown
that's skewed lopsidedly;
and about to fall down.
You have a sad-sack face
too depressing for words;
and yet, the crops are safe;
and there's no sign of birds.
Categories:
sad sack, fantasy, feelings, garden, hyperbole,
Form:
Quatrain
I am not lonely I have me the sad sack of stories
as they keep visiting tell me more as for five days you didn't speak to a soul
I am not old just different and a very practical brain up there to tell you all leave me alone as the world need more of me and less of you
you come for advises and tell you walk the dog and when you come back a surprise for you as never in need to leave the sofa the train comes to me
they all younger listening to a life of amazing the survival of five feet four and hundred pounds of not scare what tomorrow brings me
always a smile It's hard not to laugh the giggle with myself
as sexy two I pluck my chin for the cat and the dog to love me
the owner of a building where no one dared to move with a white face as few years ago I was sleeping on a bench with tarpaulin to keep the snow away never asking
for a dole of needles and told the pimp you wear the skirt as me want respect and I got it from the ladies of the night as they call me brave to face a gun from the little dude as nothing to lose those women are mine and not yours and I ask nothing from them but a check the test of aid. most of them tested positive and took their hand to bring them to achieve a life in a bed and not the street. scar face, smiley, brunilda and ice they all had names in thirteen street.
Categories:
sad sack, giggle,
Form:
Ballad
Meet Otis; drug addict and alcoholic.
He walks the razor's edge of life daily.
A sad sack of a man bedeviled by stubborn demons.
Swimming against the tide of recovery; crying out for help.
Surviving one day at a time;
struggling with addictions threatening to submerge him in a quicksand,
wrestling with harrassing voices in his discombobulated head.
They keep swirling around him like a noisy, bothersome flies.
He's pulled into a rabbit hole of temptation
everywhere he goes. His gnawing urge...
to drink alcohol growing stronger and stronger at happy hours.
His addiction to cocaine and heroin is just as potent.
Each day, he tries his best
to stay sober, but can't do it alone.
Submitted for...
Writing Prompts - Fragmented Spaces - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: sadness in life
Dates posted: 07/29/2021
Categories:
sad sack, abuse, dark, drink, drug,
Form:
Free verse
A sad sack of a man;
he sits on his balcony rail
five stories high, facing out
drunk out of his freakin' mind
and still drinking!
He's swinging his legs
all the while, slurring nonsense
and singing utter gibberish.
People gathered below loudly plead
with him not to leap off.
They're convinced he's trying
to commit suicide; he's not suicidal,
just stupid drunk. He's singing
his favorite song but never getting
past the first two bars
Luckily, much to the relief
of concerned spectators,
someone crept up from behind
and pull him off the ledge!
Whew...thank you Lord!
A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Date written: 03/18/2020
Categories:
sad sack, drink, funny, humor, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
I understand, not much; or plenty
of understanding that which is understood
an understatement; really! To understand
that which is under stated; understatement’s head!
or ball cap, or ball sack, or gunnies sack, or Sad Sack!
Go ahead, stretch out your sack; cloth’, and
shake out the bone and ashes of your thoughts
with opened minds, and opening hearts; un-conform
your lives! Let your worldly shite fly… away!
Release your words, give this Earth her chance
to heal; your sin! Then again, maybe, kinda;
sort out of this whole; faith’s part; just to start
a fire to burn the wickedness from your weary souls!
Accept the new that has come for you
all!, and all of your relations
not religion’s smacking downs or inhumanity’s inept visions
of what the ending of your time on Earth will be… come!
One; come all, welcome to my STURM-A-CANE!
a more current and timely definition of this mission
that I accepted on be-halve of humankind!
That the all of US, may bare new fruit and
not those sharp and pro-baited demonic fangs!
Some new’ definition; of ONE’S SPECIAL PURPOSE
OR, SO; IAM PROPOSE’
Categories:
sad sack, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Conceived In Sin -
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)
Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ
off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome
braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually
continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift
and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,
especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick
within secrete slit.
Categories:
sad sack, animal, desire, first love,
Form:
Bio
I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have a previous address
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
He had to go
Depression left and he didn't close the door
I am not sad now, I am glad wow
And the pains of sorrow are left outside
I'm a better person now that I've kicked him to the curb
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Hurt, loss non compassion is out the door
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Git your sad sack non glad rags git'em packed and go on out the door
Hurts, pains poverty skeleton remains none of that lives here anymore
Wrath, strive, confused life none of that lives here anymore
Depression, obsessions, confusion, rebellion none of that lives here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out, get out, get out, stay out in Jesus name none of them lives here anymore
No amount of monies, no honey or cute little baby bunnies
Can let me house you as guest here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out , get out get out, stay out in Jesus name
None of them live here anymore
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " Open Up Your Heart" & "Strong Faith"
04/12/2011
Categories:
sad sack, adventure, analogy, bereavement, blue,
Form:
Lyric
The tale of Sad Sack Sammy,
So the story goes.
A walking, talking, whiner,
Suffering his woes.
He never ever smiled,
Had nothing good to say.
He whimpered like a sissy,
All the livelong day.
His mood would always swing,
At home or when at school.
Sometimes melancholy,
Then complaining like a fool.
A lousy, luckless, loner,
Grew up without a friend.
No one could stand his presence,
'Cause he ranted till the end.
His fate would change at Fifty,
This local resident.
He chose a different path,
And ran for President.
Now everyone that knew him,
Was caught up on the blind side.
When all the votes were counted,
He won it by a landslide.
Categories:
sad sack, political, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
I'd like to start a middle child club for all those kids who got stuck with the rub.
For those who received the lesser end of the stick, when the flames of love were burning, they were left with a short wick. I'd like to shout out to that middle child who found love thru others, that they should feel proud. For going beyond their birth families allowed them to experience how loves supposed to be. I'd like to acknowledge that middle child who wouldn't settle for disparities, allow their emotions to become beguiled. They didn't wallow in hurt feelings nor become a sad sack, for they learned how to love others beyond their abilities to love back.
Categories:
sad sack, 1st grade, family,
Form:
Light Verse
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
Categories:
sad sack, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
When yesterday's hearts live alone.
It's hard to not just turn to stone.
How long can you live without love?
And depend on strength from up above.
You didn't know when you saw her smile.
That your hearts desire was in denial.
As years would change your mirrors reflection.
And you'd wake one day to pure rejection.
There's no one near to soothe the pain.
To dry your tears from all the rain.
The aftermath of calculations.
The futile formula of failed relations.
Something inside will not let go.
Something I think only hearts know.
An endless ache that defies all sense.
A life long lived upon that fence.
Maybe (someday) has come and gone
When hope is lost in the new dawn.
For opportunity has left.
A broken heart that's now bereft.
Is there a way to solve this crime?
When there's no reason to the rhyme.
And love is lost beyond belief.
And leaves you with this endless grief.
Note: Another one from the sad sack hotel. :) (the hospital) :) <3
Categories:
sad sack, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens
August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed
now back home
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money left cents lessly gassed
exhale incomplete sigh of relief
cuz necessity to dodge fast
escaping deafening police
ear splitting siren blast.
Congenial customer service
representatives at CJ's tire,
and automotive dutifully require
loose fender securely attached,
but hood latch replacement more dire,
thus postponing mechanic
to affix inspection sticker,
no matter old one did expire
once again driving on borrowed time,
cuz both driver and passenger front tire
plus rear right TPMS metal sensor
re: passenger rear tire
malfunction functionality
hoop fully explains this wire.
Your truly uber verging wreck,
no complaints regarding trained tech
very competent mechanic
even for peripatetic pluperfect prospect
reference I recommend unsolicited
advertisement plus aye inject
relieving anticipatory anxiety
oh yes, said vehicle
in good hands absolutely correct,
no matter sucker punch
to checking account
doth severely affect
mine psychological aspect.
More legal (zooming) tender
zaps lion's share of this thrifty spender
wannabe, which cruel tread full fate
unquestionably, ostensibly invariably...
every year without fail doth render
finding me in poor house
desperate to pray divine
rolling rocker alms lender
whether he.she major criminal offender,
nor no preference regarding gender.
Fat/slim chance
wishful fantasy will become true
escapist mindset bolsters
this hen pecked forlorn rue
stir standing glum within
long fostered, and winding queue,
this dirt poor dude intuitively knew
bubblegum, toothpicks and glue
holding psyche intact turned hue
man into sad sack... boo hoo
minus auto body work
undertaken by trained
heavy metal punk ken cutting crew.
Categories:
sad sack, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
She feels like she's wearing a suit
that doesn't suit her soul
Will she take it off?
No
Why?
People would see her soul, bare and hollow
"No one truly knows me," she cries.
That's because she won't let them
She's scared
if she took the suit off
no one would care to know her
Is that valid?
Maybe
Is that healthy?
Probably not
hers is a tired soul
that dips and raises as it pleases
The dips are low and long
The raises high and short
Would anyone care to see the darkness setting in her eyes?
or would they just ask questions, make judgments, or shut her away
Could they understand the calm pool of sorrow
that sits amidst restless waves of anxiety and loneliness?
She thinks not
no one would take it as deeply or seriously as her
"depressed sad sack", "emo wannabe", "moody, useless child"
The impression she'd give is clear
So she's made a suit
ill fitting at times
yet livable
She's a well adjusted person
She's smart and considerate
She makes jokes and talks small
She's friendly enough to be liked
yet distant enough to never keep friends
awkward enough to lose potential love
The suit has it's draw backs
would she benefit from taking it off?
Maybe she'd find people who like her for the soul
not the suit
Maybe
Maybe not
Categories:
sad sack, anxiety, dark, depression, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Disgusted,
at what is seen,
self observation is key,
Yet to keen,
to understand oneself,
Only seeing what is deemed,
Hateful sinful gross unruly,
Truly empty,
all the Things in which I spite,
Is what I am,
I cannot lie,
I see In Mirrors gazing back,
Reflections of faces I could've slapped,
Yet all that's there is I, It's me,
I hate the person that I see,
Embodied by wrong choices,
Choices made because of whispering voices,
But only I and what I am,
Can show me, me that sad sad sack.
Categories:
sad sack, angst,
Form: