Best Sagged Poems
Upon my tiptoes, I gaze through a window, the window of my mind.
I pull back the curtain, peer from a partially drawn blind.
Before me lay this youthful beauty, perfection in every line,
And standing there beside her was the old keeper of all time.
He swiftly knelt beside her, and stroked her heaving chest,
Carefully caressed every curve, and sagged her gentle breast.
He cast his spell upon her, aging her as if fine wine.
Left some thoughtful wrinkles, added character in each and every line.
Bestowed upon her all that wisdom, more than she had ever known before.
Brought her many pleasures, also heartaches, several score.
Held her tightly about the waist, now broader at the beam.
Added some weight here and there, not as much as it might seem.
He gradually drooped her shoulders; shiny hair now turns to gray.
Faded memories of life's passing parade now help to pass her day.
Her youthful pace is throttle now, her feet shuffle slowly across the floor.
Though still a thing of beauty, that beauty is different than before.
Time for her is now slipping away, slowly heading for life’s stage door.
The journey has left her exhausted, no longer willing to fight the fight, but unwilling to beg for more.
Time had been an exciting lover, but she will not love another day.
She lies prone upon the sheet as Time exits the stage. I watch with amazement as the scene just fades away.
Categories:
sagged, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Classicism
After all the passing years
when your skin sagged
and your hair turned to gray
I noticed something
that didn't change
despite the long journey.
Your eyes,
your eyes...
still as deep as the ocean;
still as bright as the starlight
and yes,
still mine,
and mine
alone.
1st PLACE
BRIAN'S CHOICE W, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
5/25/2020 2:28:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
sagged, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
He poked the sleepy fire
Then sat back in his chair
Removed his reading glasses
Brushed back his cotton hair
A quick glance out the window
Wishing for a reprieve
Hoping someone might drop by
On this lonely Christmas Eve
He heard some people caroling
Strains of "Oh Holy Night"
Gave his dog a pat
Eyes watered at the twinkling lights
The fire crackling, glowing red
Tired eyes of a similar hue
He drifted off to sleep
To the silent late night news
While the old man slept
An angel came a calling
She lightly kissed his head
In dreams the snow was falling
He saw a little boy
In pajamas all excited
A Lionel train circling the tree
A new bicycle parked beside it
The stockings hung the night before
Were stuffed with candy and treats
Everyone was unwrapping gifts
Their love providing the heat
His mom was there on the sofa
Her face so young and pretty
His Santa Clause dad, passing out presents
Trying to be joyful and witty
He saw his brother and sister
A long ago Christmas day
Sharing an old fashioned Christmas
In their family old fashioned way
As he dreamed he began to smile
The angel was standing by
She bent to kiss him again
A tear escaped her eye
The old man sagged in his chair
A big smile on his face
There would be no more lonely Christmases
They were together again in one place
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
sagged, christmas, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
You should have seen this tree before the winter came
Before the sun broke faith with its suckling leaves
Before the heavy ice of time sagged its limbs
Before its roots were singe in a frigid flame.
Did you know HG Daniel then, did you walk with him
Through spring and hear him sing of his king
Did he teach you "the elements of survival," when Eden
Closed its gate on us did he tell you its lore
And make you long for earth's long lost heaven
Though he struggles "not a man as before"?
I knew this tree when spring was a leaf of tongue
And poets sip the nectar of imagination young
I read him in rhyme and works of tribute
To fair Barbara and other members of the soup
Before the strokes, his loss of wife, and the loop
Of pall upon his hand with which he paint his love.
He is a noble tree, a great one in our forest of rhymes
A brother in arms of faith, a comrade, a friend
I send him prayers today, and wait for yours to come
This tree still from autumn mist a few fruit holds
Of friendship, love, and loyalty to the babbling scrolls.
Categories:
sagged, dedication, friendship, on writing
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
Categories:
sagged, bereavement, death, loss,
Form:
Verse
A Ghost Story
"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied upon the old bunk bed
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn to walk away
Once again she'd say "Good night"
And with one stroke, shut out the light
Night is what I’ve come to dread
So I'd slipped the covers, o'er my head
My brother, used to sleep with me
The upper bunk, is where he’d be
His mattress sagged, the bed would squeak
He’d toss and turn, then fall asleep
But now he’s gone, they say he died
They would not say the reason why
Still late at night, the bed will squeak
When the mattress sags, I dare not sleep
Categories:
sagged, dark, halloween, horror, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Getting old is no fun believe me - I thought it would just be a breeze
But now I have to wear 'tena ladies' cos I leak when I cough, laugh or sneeze
My husband now uses Viagra - I steal one when he doesn't see
Slip one in my first morning cuppa, stops my biscuits going soft in my tea
No longer have boobies like 'Jordan' they've drooped, sagged and gone south
It doesn't stop me from smiling, gleaming dentures are fixed in my mouth
I need glasses to find my glasses - they were sitting on top of my head
I've forgotten to turn on my hearing aid so I can't hear a darn word that you've said
I think someone said my memory is fading , That is a load of old tosh
No I haven't got a beer belly, My trousers shrank in the wash
19th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~ submitted to ‘ Birthday and Aging Contest’ ~
Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire’
Categories:
sagged, age, humorous, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Tonight the sky sagged
as your arms reached for empty space.
My bedroom whispered like wheat
to my sleepless eyes.
My icons pulled me into embraces --
St. Rita, her eyes rolling, her arms slit up,
braided my hair as I wept.
"Oh the things I have seen," she said.
She was dressed all in black.
My forehead leaked on the nightstand
as the lamp offered muted condolences.
Your thoughts broke off from you
and swam in the strained veins of my eyes.
The sky moved for you, my dear, but I
had only the weary movements of my bedroom
and a widow saint with hands of frost.
Categories:
sagged, religionsky,
Form:
Free verse
AIR FORCE
There were those times
On long missions over Laos and the Gulf of Tonkin
When a weariness settled over us
Over pilot and navigator and crew
Settled on us like a resigned acceptance
Like the letting go before sleep arrives
Our shoulders sagged
And our voices became hoarse
It was as if we were entering another dimension
Where worry was not a concern.
And then over the radio came the voice of an F105 pilot
On a bombing run over Hanoi
Whose voice sounded the weariest of all
MAYDAY! He called out on emergency frequency
My plane's been hit and I'm bailing out
As if he realized at that moment
That his life hung on more than his parachute
On more than a missing man formation.
Categories:
sagged, military,
Form:
Free verse
It was my turn to take care of the elephant last week.
It asked how I and the rest of humans have managed to talk to him.
It was a very interesting question and it blew my mind.
Later that day, I went back to my room after my job.
I locked the door, and crawled under my bed in a tight circular ball and started crying.
My mind was blown and I was not sure how I was going to get it back.
This was not a terrorist attack, it just happened.
To be honest, it was completely my fault, I let it happen.
The next day, I got up and spent about an hour preparing myself. I put on makeup, brushed my teeth, put deodorant, did a few readings and solved some problems, sagged my pants a little bit and put on my favorite hat. Then I went down stairs where the elephant was waiting for me.
We went for a two step.
Categories:
sagged, allusion, angel, crazy, humor,
Form:
Narrative
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Twin babies lifted very high
Beauties would draw many a sight
What if they sagged way down
Not good sight around town
Without lift they've gone awry
Contest: Limericks Hilarious
Sponsor: John Freeman
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Categories:
sagged, funny, history,
Form:
Limerick
There once was a lass from Kalamazoo
Who got a large Mickey Mouse tattoo
'Twas inked on her fanny
When she became a granny
It sagged looking more like Winnie The Pooh
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 (Shared) in John Freeman's "Choose Your Own Subject And
Create Your Own Category" Contest - July 2010
Categories:
sagged, funny
Form:
Limerick
I had only just begun to understand
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.
Categories:
sagged, childhood, death, family, hope,
Form:
Verse
My true love asked me for my hand.
Before I answer, I demand
He first must bring a bright blue rose.
"I'll search the world for one of those,"
Was his reply and off he went.
Then many weary months he spent
In searching for elusive blue.
I turned away each offered hue.
As heartlessly, I bade him go
To every flower and garden show.
"Come back with rose for which I pine,
I long to claim rare rose as mine."
His spirits sagged each time I said,
"I do not want a pink or red.
I'll only settle for a blue
If I'm to give my heart to you.
He answered, "Love, I've done my best,
The difficulty of the quest
Has weakened me unto my death.
I've sought blue rose with my last breath.
With these last words, my true love died.
For many days and nights I've cried.
Where it has come from, no one knows
But on his grave a blue rose grows.
For Blue Rose contest. Placed first
Categories:
sagged, blue, love, me, rose,
Form:
Ballad
Saturation Point
Dirt under my nails
A withered feeling
I did not notice the sun
Until I succumbed to a weakness
In by back and knees
My shoulders sagged
My eyelids were
Like those lead fishing lures
I found in a corner of my scrape yard
I’d like to call my garden old
The simplification of watching the
Process of spring
Is a spring
Daffodils sprout from my table
They are yellow, from Safeway, butter-cup gold
Morning glory bells and daisy clusters
Could not be crushed
In their proliferation on the chicken-farm road
The old lady sat triangular
A heart’s distance to my house
She thanked me for a gift of an orchid and gladiola
They were on silken paper, but not fake
She thanked me for the real thing and some
Potato salad my children had delivered
I smiled-
There was no dirt under her nails.
Categories:
sagged, angel, courage, i love
Form:
Free verse