Best Sour Grapes Poems

We sat upon the rocks, my love and I

Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea

And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky

I asked her, with my ring, to marry me


Now it was not to her, complete surprise

For we had often talked of marriage, soon

Yet...

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I penned a great poem for a contest
Glowing comments stated it should place high
When winners appeared I became distressed
I'd failed to place and released a sad sigh  
 
I silently seethed, didn’t breathe a word,
I held back tears, eyes started to glisten
The placing by...

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Lemons make you pucker
If you bite into their pulp.
Limes produce a juice to make you
Grimace as you gulp.

Other fruits are bitter
But there’s one with no escapes
And you can tell, by someone’s face,
Who’s eaten sour grapes.

Those who have partaken often
Find someone to blame.
Others have it in...

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I know the words you use to slander me.
Your slurs mar your own virtue, not my hue. 
You slam to smear cloud fuzz on your heart’s plea
that once upon a joy, sought my “I do.”

We loved with our best try for many years,
We merged a...

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The teen’s face beamed with pride in his new car,
But Bestie exploded in jealous rage.
His reluctant congrats, a lame sidebar;
“I’d simply rather walk”— framed his outrage.

On Friday she failed the entrance exam,
Going to college, now holds no desire,
Higher education—a real flimflam,
she declared, all she’d felt...

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When I was young, I spent one summer day
at Grandma’s. There, some grapes I spied looked fine.
Yet even now I can’t recall the way
they grew! I'd known that grapes grow on a vine,
and yet on vines I don’t think these grapes grew.
I’m picturing them on...

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Sour Grapes


Their third trip now...again to Italy;
   first two by air that landed into Rome.
They're on a cruise ship now near Sicily...
   it seems they're always out and never home.

We were invited once to come along;
   thank goodness that...

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What gratitude is of greater reprise,
Appraisal sought within four wall confines.
Yet tests congure my personal demise,
Subpar intelligence is redefined.
Determined only by pure blood descent,
Whose family heritage dominates.
But haste, why linger, such foul discontent,
Saved from years of unethical debate.
Bitter sweet rejection bore new mercies,
Undrained from society's...

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It is my observation that 
those who violently oppose the opinion
Or belief of another

their own self bias disclose 

 I want to believe
In a power 
Greater than my own

 To have a hope
  For an anchor to grope 
In seas starting to foam


And how...

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When thoughts like lightning streak across my mind
In brilliant flashes of the clearest hues 
If turning them to words on page I find
My efforts and advances are refused

I oft will turn my ire towards the page
Until the subject on which words won't form
Dies crumpled in a...

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A Tribute to My Brother’s Ex

Your wedding was a story book event;
my brother thought he was a lucky man.
He’d sacrifice for you his every cent
to give you all according to your plan.
And you were destined for an easy life
that women always dream of when they’re...

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My mother’s husband had a strong desire
To earn his pilot wings in his own right
Flying with his friend had stoked the fire
His dear friend’s death stalled his return to flight

As I looked on I wished for me it true
To fly a plane had been my...

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You gave gifts of sour grapes, crushing spirit underfoot. 

Transforming bitterness to fine sweet wine, I bade you dine with me, 

Yet, I feast alone, at the banqueting table tonight....

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It's not as if I've been avoiding you, 
as that I've ceased to seek you out.
The results, however are much the same,
the frequency of our encounters has 

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I’m pinched, not sweet, and ferociously piqued!
A stomp of vines, my feet juiced red — and drunk.
Embossed my boss — his painted smile. He freaked.
Impertinence! I’d put up with his junk!

Worked extra hard to please this balding… (squeeze).
The constant drip...the bitter pills...my wrath.
No girl! No...

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