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.
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
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,
hold firmly a cup,
set off a ripple.
Must hoe one's row,
time, here, I see,
for muck and your
fruits marc will be.
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
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 slain bodies were buried
Some of them decapitated
Remain nothing but baby still sucking cried
The episode was known battle of the clouds
The epitome where martyrs behold
The true tale yet already old
Bud Dahu story still severely untold
Justice and freedom were the cause
Until today this still the need most
Why can’t to them to grant this out
If the world want the seed of peace sprout!
Dedicated to the slain during the
Bud Dahu Massacre of 1906
in Sulu Archipelago
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
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 mystery and wonder
As I lap up your lyrics and huff up your haikus
I stir up the pot with a few of mine own
I’m such a soupy sap, I am
I just love getting soupy with strangers as friends
Never knowing who I just might find
Perhaps, another like mind, or not
I just like it, love it, when you’re soupy and hot
Filling my head with dreams, wit and pondering plots
Let the note that you once wrote
Catch a glimmer of fame
And add it to the soup
Let it dissolve my brain
And evolve my frame of mind
Through time
And it gives me hope
It just may be the extra added flavor -
We’ve all been waiting for. . .
So, I say it again, who you callin’ soupy? Soupy.
I like it when you’re soupy, my friend
I ‘ll like you soupy to the end
Keep it tame but take no prisoners
Nobody wants sloppy seconds
Certainly, nothing artificial
So always keep it real, from the heart
At the very least, from the Art.
Come, be a part of my world
As I enter yours.
So, go ahead. . .
Get soupy, sloppy soupy
Blazed, glazed and gone sloupy
I tale you, there's really something soupy going on here
Oh my, lots of sloupiness
Oh my goodness, too much soupiness!
As if that was even possible.
This is just how I get when I taste your poems on poetrysoup.
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
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, you ask?
Why, of course, it's you!
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 smile, and into her eyes.
Can you see it?
Is it there?
There’s all of her despair.
There’s an actress inside every girl,
look a little closer, you’ll see her there.
She smiles, but it’s fake.
Can you tell that it’s fake?
She wants you to notice,
she wants you to care.
Thunder crashes violently in the sky,
she gives you one last look with a tear in her eye.
Now do you see it?
Now is it there?
She walks away,
but you’ll never care.
She’s screaming,
but you’ll never notice.
sweet stain of her
against the soul
a sky strong 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 ecstasy)
will
hearts soar with the sun
or drift away...
will they dance together
or simple walk...walk away
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, she’s so friendly
Yet, her master told her she’s too spindly
Despite her hunger, she just wouldn’t gain weight
She worried about things like a soul mate
Her thoughts took her to the fall, and the hay
When the Blue Ridge Mountains switch to deep gray
Thoughts of gold bales left her stomach starving
Though that hay could’ve made a wood carving
So dry and stale, it couldn’t have been tasty
Still, she sprinted to the stall, quite hasty
After eating her fair share, farmer said
“look at Betsy, she’s fat as that pig, Ned”
At last the cow and the pig were happy
Even though their tale is slightly sappy!
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 leaves dried up.
I’d hold my hands inside my sweater,
you’d simply fade away.
Sometimes you’d come back to me.
“I missed you,” you’d say.
But did you really feel this way?
I don’t think you did.
Snow began to swirl around,
just as you’d come back.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
That is when I’d wear a smile.
You didn’t know it wasn’t real,
you weren’t aware I was already broken.
Did you know that I detected
the lie behind your words?
The best part is that you never knew,
I sensed it from the start.
I couldn’t hold you back much longer,
you had to be let go.
I thought that we’d be friends forever,
but there’s no such thing.
Sweet and sappy, as strawberries,
yet the green leaf’s pulled
from the tongue, and
teaches one a smile set
in the bulk and brazen
of the hefty sour’n sweet
fruitiness obtained from the C
of the blazing sun’s goodness.
Plentiful teeny-tiny seeds
present in the plush red-ripe chill
to the gums, and
pearly-wide teeth
that plunge, as if into the neck
of Dracula’s victim.
Juice sucked off fingers.
The index circles the lips
to enhance the stickiness
and satisfaction
of the plucky fragaria,
full-sized, squeezing
the frame. Dimensions
hypnotize the dreamer
destined for the horizon.
Scented lip gloss,
a lasso for a boyfriend.
The milkshake mesmerizes
the swirly straw in the parlor.
Memories made shepherding
the wild strawberry fields -
hair, cheeks, lips, polish.
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 I didn’t do a thing?
You’re the one who hurt me most.
You’re the one who used me.
You blamed me, you framed me,
I never did a thing.
You twist my words,
you made my cry,
you say that I’m a fake friend.
when I ask you what I did,
you refuse to look me in the eye.
You lie to me,
don’t give a direct answer.
Make stuff up,
ruin everything.
If that’s the way it has to be,
so be it.
I’ll be here if you need me.