Best Sappy Poems

I remember, do you,
age appropriate for two
grandparents like you,
when sixty-nine
was a thing that you do
when you're hot twenty-and-a-few
too many.

I remember, do you,
grandmother's party at the zoo,
Happy SixtyNine on her cake
smelled and spelled like "Mistake",
Happy BodyDay to you two,
each doing who,
sweet memories
too....

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Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting...

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I am a story teller
Sentiment of the historic crater
Core of cruel massacre
1906 was a year of killer

Women and children died
Defending their nation’s pride
To the last drop of their blood till dried 
To heaven the incident was their guide

It was at the dawn of March 6
The...

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In the dictionary beside the word “happy”
Is a picture of this old happy pappy
Trust me there's a shot
I do kid you not
Of this handsome old devil grinning looking sappy...

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Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting...

Continue reading...

In the dictionary beside the word “happy”
Is a picture of this old happy pappy
Trust me there's a shot
I do kid you not
Of this handsome old devil grinning looking sappy...

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Who you calling a soupy sap? Soupy. 
I like slurping soup when it turns into sloup 
‘Cause I been staying up way too long 
Sippin’ soup into the wee hours of night, 
Sometines, I even make it to the Morning light 
My head’s full of...

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sweet stain of her
against the soul
a sky stong pollen... 
the purest gold-

a caress of satin,
tasting sugar seeds
for one flaming moment
we often bleed-

whorled moonlight
mangled sheets
(hills of hell
valleys of ecstacy)

will 
hearts soar with the sun
or drift away...
will they dance together
or simple walk...walk away...

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Knowing in that moment,
That it was meant to be.
It opened up my eyes,
And changed my life for me.

All I knew was sorrow,
Pain and infidelity.
Then I found happiness,
In the oddest place to me.

There was real true love,
I knew this to be true.
And who is this love,...

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The rain clashes against the ground in a daze.
She has this tired look in her eyes.
She’s troubled, terrified for what happens next.
You tell her to trust you,
but she can’t.
You know she can’t.

She’s confused, lost in her thoughts
dreaming about the day she’ll be found.
Look past the...

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Together we would laugh,
we would cry until we couldn’t.
We’d talk until the sun came up,
until we saw that single ray. 

We’d splash around inside the lake,
tanning ’til the sky turned grey.
Who knew that it would end this way?
We surely did’t. 

The days got bitter, 
the...

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Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across the mountain

She raised sweet, soft eyes to prove her gentle
Always so much love wasn’t accidental
With a soul, good and warm,...

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The part that really hurt the most
is the fact that you blame me.
I didn’t even do a thing,
but you claim that I did.

“I thought you were my best friend”
I am, I was, I thought I’d always be.
“You really hurt me”
how can I hurt you, when...

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What's the theme of my next limerick
I ponder this query often it's quite a kick
Could be happy
Could be sappy
Could be the bestest limerick I ever clicked...

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Like a sappy fruit
in vice of time,
a slobber root -
a top cut by a knife.

Thick drops in a pot
down slowly trickle,                        ...

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