Best Sadie Poems
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The back
Door I find
Her chipped red bowl
Sunk into cold mud
Cupping my hands, I hold
Gently, my last piece of her
I think she knew, that gray morning
Putting her nose on my lap to say
Goodbye - but I, distracted by jobs and
Chores, left her asleep on her frayed blanket
I returned too late and she was gone
A decade past, but I still cry
Dusty tears for yesterday
Yet when I lift my face
Through silver cracked clouds
I can glimpse her
Paw prints on
Heaven's
Grass
2/18/22
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First Place
Freshman year, newcomer to public school,
my hormones were roused by Billy D. in typing class.
Sadie Hawkins’ Dance just days away;
a chance for girls to ask boys out.
Too shy to show my interest,
crumpled bits of paper I formed into balls,
tossed them at the back of Billy’s head.
Unsettled, as any boy would be, he glanced back at me.
Wry smile, how could he know how my heart raced?
Leo sat next to Billy, amused by this interaction.
Because of his demeanor, it was Leo I asked to the dance.
Turned out Leo couldn’t dance,
though conversation was no problem.
Leo spent the entire night talking about being an Eagle Scout --
tying knots, marking trails, building campfires --
seemed we had little in common.
No chemistry at all, but Leo said, “Thank you,” at the dance’s end.
For years I spent many days wondering
what if I’d slipped Billy an invitation note,
instead of lobbing paper balls?
Perhaps he would have said, “Yes.”
I might have had my first embrace;
maybe even my first kiss.
Years later at a school reunion
Billy looked more handsome than ever;
served as CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation.
He introduced me to his pretty wife
as the girl who pitched paper balls at his head.
*True story for Carol Brown’s “First Date” contest. (Some folks were lucky to have
more romantic first dates. LOL)
****Self Harm Trigger Warning****
Not for children-
The Book of Sadie Lynn
Sadie Lynn, her wrists are canvas.
Her razor-blade: her pen.
She’ll write a scarring story.
I’ll tell you how it ends.
It starts with simple words,
They push her to the edge.
“*****,” “****,” “Whore,” but,
They never understand.
The bloody ink,
it writes the tale.
The crimson pink,
it leaves a trail.
She feels alone and
runs on home.
she grabs her pen
and writes again.
Her mouth, it tastes like metal.
Her storybook of sin,
As she writes her final chapter,
“The Book of Sadie Lynn.”
Tuesday night was out of sight.
We were all laughing, with delight.
Out of nowhere, came a bleach blond lady.
Eveybody knew her name was Sadie.
Sadie's eyes were about to cry.
When a man like me, came walking by.
I gave her a grin.When she said to me.
'Climb on board, and I'll set you free'.
Sadie was a lady, with a big surprise.
If you spoke the wrong words.
You'd have to compromise.
Lucky and loose, she liked to quiver.
Hands so cold, it would make you shiver.
Sadie had curves, and a body you could admire.
She could warm us all up.
Like a summertime fire.
But her hands were cold.
Like the cold of winter.
Nothing you could say.
Really seemed to matter.
Sadie was a lady, with a luke warm smile.
Make you real happy.
Make you stay for awhile.
Over and over, she would say with a grin.
'Keep the boys happy'.'Let the boys win'.
Sadie would say?
'Let the boys win'.
Over and over again...
Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Sadie Terrier
Scottish origin
Wins Westminster's
2010 contest
Hurray for Sadie
Pulchritude is
Pert, alert, shows
The audience
Glamorous side
Gave handler
A run in
The fast ring
The Black
Scottish
Sadie
Dog
Ms. Sadie
By
Tom Wright
There once was a woman named Sadie,
Who lived on a street that was shady,
She picnicked on the grass,
Just as she’d done as a lass,
And Ms. Sadie was seven and eighty.
Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back from town
Hooray! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
Can't hear very good, my rep's rather jaded
Sprawl out by a tree where it's cooler and shaded
Spread eagle, ya' know? Who cares, I been spaded
(I just rolled in something bio-degraded)
Ah so! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
My pack leaders walk on their hind-quarter parts
Go figure how they mastered THAT get-around art
I tried it once ( No it weren't very smart)
Threw out my back, God bless my British heart
Sacre bleu! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
Ah ha! Do I hear the purring of a car?
Door slamming, uh-oh, this is rather bizarre
The big one is carrying that smelly little bar!
C'est la...Wait! That's French (What a POODLE I are)
Blimey! A dog's life for an ole' English Lass
7/6/2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" contest
Pretty Miss Sadie McGrady
Sometimes did things that were shady.
The lawman who sought her
And finally caught her,
Said, “Sadie isn’t a lady”.
Farmer John
Farmer John looked at his new daughter.
Told his wife she shouldn’t of oughter.
He had wanted a son
To help get his work done,
“It's too bad, Big Daddy, you’ve got her.”
Jackie
Jackie had a lot of curiosity
And a smidgen or more of audacity.
When he put in his thumb
And he pulled out a plum,
His mama spanked his bombosity.
LIMERICK
BRADY SADIE--
There was once a girl named Sadie
She had such long hair it was Brady
Hair so long comb would say Ahh!!
Could not run a strand through it no way
this is why she kept it braided
7/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A young cowboy’s money got spent
Just didn’t know where it all went
He thought of the blonde
He’d prob’ly been conned
He smiled and remembered her scent
He never thought much ‘bout money
Most people thought that was funny
He didn’t much care
If she got her share
He would still call her his honey
He worked all day in the saddle
Something always wrong with cattle
The money came slow
But he knew it’d go
Fast as that blonde could skedaddle
But the cowboy loved that lady
Couldn’t think of her as shady
She’d blow in his ear
Say “Sweetie come here”
He just knew that she was his Sadie
Then he rode in early one day
'Cause he still had most of his pay
She sat in the lap
Of Johnny Bodap
She shor’ didn’t know what to say
The cowboy shot Johnny a lot
He killed him right there on the spot
Then they heard him say
“This just ain’t yor’ day –
It has cost you all that you got.”
He’s sittin’ on a jailhouse bed
They said hang him until he is dead
Won’t miss the cattle
Or wore out saddle
But he’s gonna miss Sadie’s bed
The stories abound in our lore
It’s like that now and before
There’s a few ladies
Even some Sadies
That men will just plainly die for…
April 18, 2016
Originally For Contest Take This Dagger From My Heart, Please -2-; for Broken Wings
Judged Second place on 10/14/2016
My fair Sadie,
How to express my love for thee,
I do not know.
But to the stars and beyond I will go
To prove to you
That my love is true.
My fair Sadie, I love you so.
You are the doe
Who has stolen my heart from me.
Don’t you see,
My heart is torn
For I have born
A love
Upon the dove
Full of beauty that is thine.
A beauty that shall always shine
Oh, so bright
In the dark of the night.
My love for you
Is oh, so true.
It burns inside
As I try to hide
From your everlasting beauty.
For you see,
I can hide it no more
I have eyes for
None but you,
To whom ill always be true,
My beautiful Sadie,
Is it too much for me
To ask you to be mine, forever.
I will never
Stop waiting for you
For my love is true,
As true as a love can be.
So you see,
I will never stop waiting
For you to bring
My heart home.
I know some
People would say
It’s crazy to be this way.
And this is my reply,
I always try
To follow the heart which is wiser
Than I could ever
Wish to be.
For you see,
Only the heart can recognize true love
And when I see you, my dove,
My heart races
As it is put through its pace.
As my mind struggles to maintain thought,
And my eyes get caught
By your everlasting beauty
My dear, sweet Sadie.
This poem is about a girl I used to know. i had a crush on her and my inexperienced heart
mistook this crush for true love. Though I did not know it at that time. I hope you
enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A tall single rose
Breaking through a lowly pit of thorns
Much too vibrant
And much too free
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Alone trapped and overwhelmed
How could they have been so blind
So cold and ruthless
To such innocent beauty
Your smile your eyes your charm
So sweet so gentle and so fragile
Misunderstood and abused
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Pinned to a bed of thorns
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
She shall become the center source of emotional joys, inner-strength, and serenity.
This precious little bundle of bliss, will know the inmost thoughts of The Heart Of God.
The beauty and light which shall beam from her precious sparkling goblet eyes, will
tell a gracious love story about J.B. and Jamie. As the courage of God will move all
to embrace, love, and nurture her.
This tender Gift From God, Sadie Grace, will be God's Benevolence to you all. As time
moves this belove child. She shall teach us all the greater act of charity. For indeed,
Little Sadie Grace, shall be beautiful in mind, in spirit, and radiant in presence. Thus,
is the character of Little Precious Sadie Grace.
A special little Yorkie
Precious in so many ways
I loved her with all my heart
And received twice more
Russell Sivey
In loving memory of our Nicola,
Loyal and caring as could be,
Such a devoted partner to Peter,
Simply the best mum to me.
You were taken far too soon,
Because life is cruel and unfair,
But I know you're still around,
Carrying you inside my heart everywhere.
Always caring for family and friends,
And my love for horses too,
Are just a few of the things,
That im proud I got from you.
I know you're right beside me,
Guiding every step along the way,
I love and miss you more,
With each night and every day.