Best Sags Poems
Skulking between the thinning clumps
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.
The blackened Moorhen washes the clinging
Soot from his feathered form,
Rising above the mirrored pond in awkward
flight.
Gathering clouds mumble softly of an
Impending storm,
When, silently menacing, inwards marches
The approaching night.
Listening intently, between murmurs upon
A breeze,
I check my step and briefly pause -
To catch a low sigh whispered from among
The sullen trees...
A last desperate plead of their lost cause.
For now billowing cumulonimbus sags
And begs to stall,
As, slowly homeward bound, I gather
About me to hastily make;
Where, circling high in rushing element,
The ragged Buzzard begins to fall...
Upon Heavens gathered Furies -
That so conspire to thunderously break!
Categories:
sags, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
stroked by cracks
wrinkles that have weathered life
skin once firmly packed sags
in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
but she laughs
budding spring beauty
summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings
restless rebellion came with fall
withering, yearning
but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
a spirit that will never die
winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life
Categories:
sags, life,
Form:
Free verse
My teeth have gotten crooked.
My eyes sport puffy bags.
My lashes lost their lushness
And my neck, once taut, now sags.
My wrinkles now have cousins
Come to line my washed-out skin,
But it isn’t any mirror that
Reveals the shape I’m in.
For that white-haired older lady,
Peering back across the room,
Is the way the whole world sees me
When I’m on the screen on Zoom.
Categories:
sags, me,
Form:
Rhyme
***This was perhaps my saddest write after seeing images of homeless and starving children in Romania on the tele; I truly believe that no matter what we may boast to accomplishments as a species --- should even one person be starving on the Earth --- we can boast of nothing. ***
----- This is a poem of faith and the miracle nature of God Almighty though it may seem He has done "nothing'; since when does a deity not do anything well within their power ---- is such a God worth mentioning? '---- there is either belief or disbelief; like in reality there is or isn't a God, but always righteous faith has its own reward -----
Somewhere another child weeps,
her mouth dry and thirsty ----
Her stomach throbs from the greed of the world;
she'd go to the local church
but her strength won't let her ----
let her brave the cold
and the chill of dawn
Her torn torn red dress, sags like lost love,
and her shoes
shell-shocked with holes, and travel
from place to icy place;
Where faces are long and uncaring
Where there is evil and greed and sin
In a rose garden she found herself,
and herself alone,
with the delightful flowers
and a wing and a prayer;
She knelt on her dirty knees to smell
the clean red petals
And prayed for an early warm day ----
and praying still,
the sun had risen before the dawn
Categories:
sags, child, food, god, hope,
Form:
Classicism
Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.
Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.
Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.
Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.
Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?
Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.
The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.
The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.
Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.
Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.
Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.
Categories:
sags, age, childhood, children, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Okay we've all cracked the funnies
Joked about what's gone and what's still there.
How everything sags or wilts
Doesn' t work or is in a state of disrepair.
How we're crumbling or fumbling.
Who's deaf? you're mumbling.
How we're gummy or losing our hair-
So what !
Inside we're young and attractive still very active,
Lively, energetic though bent and arthritic-
So what !
Inside we're lustful and exciting,warm and inviting,
Charming, alluring though wrinkles are occuring-
So what !
Inside we're strong and dependable not expendable
Though memory's not reliable and body not so pliable-
So what !
Inside we're funny and witty don't need anyone's pity,
Treat life playfully and are growing old ' disgracefully '
And yes
WE'RE ENTITLED, so why should we care
Because inside we're the person we always were....
Old who's old? Age is only going on out there
Categories:
sags, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Where the hell’s my glasses
I can’t see where your ass is
I can't even see what became of all my hair
Can’t seem to recall
One single thing at all
What is this thing for, and which end goes in where
Well I’m glad you’re a keeper
You couldn’t be much sweeter
You won’t ever leave me, you’ll never break my heart
I like how you rub me
But will you still love me
Even half as much when everything else falls apart
The only thing that’s rising
Is lately my blood pressure
You know I got to take it easy, like you always say
Everything else falls
Everything else sags
Can’t you see I’m getting way more wrinkles every day
for Darren and Penny
Categories:
sags, age, love,
Form:
Verse
Winter's Rose
white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
stroked by cracks
wrinkles that have weathered life
skin once firmly packed sags
in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
but she laughs
budding spring beauty
summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings
restless rebellion came with fall
withering, yearning
but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
a spirit that will never die
winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life
*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase.
Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago!
"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )
Categories:
sags, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.
Categories:
sags, death, people, sad, house,
Form:
Narrative
The chill of morning, children yawning,
I am tired, the blush of dawning has me
feeling ill at ease, my spirit sags,
I barely reach the second floor.
'When will you return? Is Paris so much more
than you have here?' is my unanswered question.
I drag my heels to breakfast,
listless as a lazy dog, and nibble toast,
my countenance as pallid as a ghost.
A letter would be welcomed.
I shall miss you; there, I've said it.
I am your friend, are you not mine?
Tenuous and strained, two casual
acquaintances who share so little time,
we brush elbows, like strangers passing
on a platform, sharing sidelong glances,
afraid to say hello. I watch you as you go.
Categories:
sags, hope
Form:
Verse
Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise – thee are not
For you wobble when you walk
And gobble – gobble - while you talk
Oh thee! Of stubby legs
Neck hanging in a bag
Of skin that sags and sags
How can you face another day?
Oh thee! With girth rotund
With wings of nearly none
Your flight is but a funny run
Some chase you just for fun
Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise - thee are not
As you lie on chopping block
Ending up in cooking pot.
But come Thanksgiving Day-
Everyone will gladly say
You are by far - the finest bird
That God has ever made.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Categories:
sags, thanksgiving day,
Form:
Ode
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:
sags, dark, halloween, horror, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is a like a long weekend
Sleeps in and phone muted
No one else is important but themselves
Window shopping on a Saturday
Drinking wine during an evening meal
Her eyes
And those eyes dark as a piece of coal
And as I work and Bees come
Sunlight turns them into honey
Eyes that see my different point of view
And they look at me with undeserved love
Those lips
And those lips that words of love come
Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly
And love to be dressed in colors
That wait for me with kindness
Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness
But Life Weakend
And so the pressure mounts as does Himself
Weakend by gravity the sags come
Their bodies get weak but their love survives
But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love
But the weak inherit the world in the end
Categories:
sags, funny, love, me,
Form:
Narrative
Stands up when He whispers in your ear
Falling down year after tear
Waiting in line till it's your turn
Being shown the door and the shade burns
He rides you and the whip flails
The widow waits each month for the check in the mail
The whisper remembers as the tree sheds each Fall
Will he see his shadow, will he see what he saw
Stands alone does the spring crocus
She waits for the Sun
And Mother spins and spins
She waits as the Robin for the peck of her egg
Dying as the bullet shreds his memory of the flag
Stands for the widow as his breath sags
The politician wears full armor as he speaks at the mic
Stand up ,vote and the reward helps to see the light
And the years go by and the body starts to lean
The wrinkles round the bend and pick up steam
To stand tall when all say you're wrong
The last bar closes with the last song
The rose is killed as she stands
Trash strewn and the wind
The Sun goes dark and a single tear
And He whispers goodnight
Categories:
sags, angst, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
As you get older,
Deny the reality
That everything sags!
Categories:
sags, age, body, desire, humorous,
Form:
Senryu