Best Suck Up Poems
You will need a terrific setting. The suck up kids are nodding.
Make sure that your character is interesting.
She says this in a monotone voice.
The only voice she has.
The one that puts me to sleep.
I languish back, whispering with my tree.
A willow with flowing hair, and a sweet nod.
Her bluebirds call my name, inviting me to dance.
A teacher’s droning is in the background, but I can ignore her.
She is easy to ignore.
Here is a template you’ll need.
Two teacher’s pets immediately say they will pass them out.
The teacher calls another one’s name.
A reluctant student who is probably in the land of giants
Slaying dragons.
I smile. It’s not me this time.
Cardinals and robins flit over, hunting for food.
There is a brush against my arm. It’s the template.
But I pretend it is the willow tree, loving me.
My eyes begin to close, a nap in the works.
I enjoy my soft day with her gentle quick ways.
I am in the zone, asleep under the willow. It is a warm day. The sun is gentle.
“Will need a partner,” teacher says, bringing me back to my 5th grade desk.
I choose Jameson, I say, noting his horrified look.
He knows I did not hear almost any of the instructions.
They all know I am usually more than half asleep in most of my classes.
Someone giggles.
The teacher must have given her a sharp look.
The giggle stops in mid giggle.
Jameson is terrified that I will not know what to do, but I do.
Taking the paper out of his hand, I offer to do the writing.
I ask for his ideas.
He has none.
So I begin with a flourish!
Categories:
suck up, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Vacantly staring into the night sky
She saw big bellied clouds drifting away
Are they fleeing away from the luminous moon?
Or mercilessly driven out
After being robbed off everything?
Once again she looked at her expanding waistline
And felt the pulse of life beating within
It sent a lightning of terror through her
The chapters of her life flipped past her eyes
With several scenes reeling one by one
"You are my sky
The ascending star of my soul in the dawn
And the bough of my homing at night"
Those words that sent goose bumps all over
Now rattle in her skull like worthless coins!
Never had she thought she would be
Thus cruelly betrayed!
How she had once wished the time to stand still
Now she sighs seeing the needle of the clock
Crawling at snail's pace!
She thought the deserts of her life
Had been turned into grass lands
When did the cruel frost fall
To suck up all that was green, she fails to locate!
But she remembers clearly when she had fallen
From the perilous heights of the cliff
Into the precipitous depths of the ravine
It was in excitement, she confided to him
That his seed was growing inside her
Was it with disbelief or bitter annoyance
That he heard those words, not quite sure.
For days, she heard nothing from him
Though worried, she tried to light up hope
One day as a bolt from the blue,
She got a curt message from him
‘We now go our separate ways'
She felt drowned while diving for pearls!
With a mutilated heart, the star crossed girl
Lives on....
Without knowing, time winging away
And the curse of the dead albatross
Hanging heavily in her neck!
But she shall live...............
Clutching desperately to hope.
Live for the poor ‘bastard' growing inside!
Categories:
suck up, angst, betrayal, depression,
Form:
Free verse
If to be a winner, I must first suck up,
Then instead, I will gladly lose.
If to gain popularity means kissing butt,
Then a path alone I will seek and choose.
If to climb the ladder is scoring brownie points,
Then a different ladder I will choose to seek,
A ladder where is required integrity and virtue
And having such will not get me treated like a freak.
I will not blindly follow along the path of others,
On the path of least resistance the majority on, trod;
Where the path accepts, condones lesser traits
And where I'll be led away from the Lord, my God.
The ridicule of humans, the whispers behind my back,
Will not a bloody difference to me ever make
Nor tempt me to change my course of direction,
Knowing the path well traveled also hosts the fake.
When one has experienced the dishonesty of others,
The betrayal by many and lack of trustworthiness,
The superficial charm of wolves dressed as sheep,
One then seeks to avoid all such human shallowness.
My Path in life has been a tough row to hoe,
With many wishing I would fail all along the way,
But all's given me strength and courage to persevere
And tremendous insight that in my poetry I portray.
If by a 'muse' I am directed, then my Muse is God,
For it is He who has Gifted me, therefore is deserving
Of my praise, appreciation, my deepest gratitude
And through it all He Loves me, while humans are reserving.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-07-11 10:29:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved
Categories:
suck up, character, confidence, integrity, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?
How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.
Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory
Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.
Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.
They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
Categories:
suck up, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
In every class I’ve taken yet
There’s one who longs to be
A brown-nose, suck-up teacher’s pet
And man, it bothers me!
The one who always answers first
Or quickly volunteers
To hand out what must be dispersed
Ahead of all her peers.
The one who helps the teacher out
With every chore and mission;
Whose smiles are phony, there’s no doubt,
Just like a politician.
The one who needs the spotlight’s glow
And thus, appears quite greedy;
But more than likely, that’s not so –
She’s probably just needy.
Yet from the teacher’s point of view,
That pet makes life real easy.
The rest of us, however, find
Such actions really cheesy.
Categories:
suck up, people,
Form:
Rhyme
What's a single mom, overworked witch to do?
School potlucks won't suck up fat vats of witch brew
Green goop soup disinfects science projects
Magic wand deflects coupon blonde's rejects
Soccer field congealed, frogs in fish tanks
Your warlock son mocks the jocks with dark pranks
Your daughter barters love potions, your cat's a Clydesdale
Your cauldron is maudlin; no time for witchy cocktails
There's hearses to disperse, fortunes to curse
Restless pests - even witches need a nurse!
You've cobwebs to thread, graves to rake
Sugar greedy goblins to scare straight
No spells to swell your apothecary
Your broomstick's picked other places to be...
10/28/19
For 'Itch, Witch, Glitch or Twitch' contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Placed 7th
Categories:
suck up, funny, halloween, mom, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Chances of precipitation zero. Chances of dew, zero. Chances of a raindrop, one hundred percent, as she was spotted in the sky about six seconds ago. If Adrianna lands here, how will we collect her? Who gets access? Where was the sighting? How accurate is the intel?
The ants had already dug a pond in their anthill in case she landed there. The beetles came around and tried to suck up to the ants, but they briskly shooed them off. The faeries were the tellers of the tale; the sighting, after all, had come from their high-flying ally, eagle. The faeries, like the elves, and nymphs, were pretending they might share Adrianna, knowing full well they would rather fight to the death than share her.
The owls had set mint cups out on their oak leaf branches, hoping she would land in one of them. The entire village was abuzz. No one had seen a raindrop here for twenty-two minutes, four hours, and sixty-three days.
One tiny raindrop – named Raindrop Adrianna was spotted in the sky, six seconds ago. Suddenly brothers and sisters were fighting, wrens and robins were not speaking. Faeries and nymphs were lying. It was not unusual for one little harmless raindrop to start world war six, which is why we always name our raindrops after women. The eagles and the owls had not been speaking for decades, over the last raindrop.
Raindrop Adrianna had turned the whole world upside down. She probably had no idea what turmoil she had started, as she had already landed on a grateful red tulip, on the other side of the village. We told Adrianna’s story until World War Seven, which was started by Raindrop Rhoda.
Written 11-16-2018
Contest: The Raindrop Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
suck up, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Lyric
Get Out of My Face!
What brought all of that on?
Award? This is not a movie!
Who cares about a stupid award?
And how dare you judge me like that?
You must have lost your brains –
Yes, I see them now!
Right in front of your face
Floating around in the bubble
On your head!
And you say you love me.
Yeah, right!
And since when did this spaceship
Become yours? Get a grip.
You want me off of this rust trap?
Right after you, baby!
Oh, who made you judge and jury?
You do not even know what love is.
You are a suck-up.
But you just lost your brownie points.
Do you call screaming at a cohort?
“Love of humanity”
I see it again!
Grey matter scrambled like eggs. Yum!
I remember when –
You used to eat men alive and brag.
Have you really changed all that much?
You still gloat with words?
Even now, you think you have won.
My dear raging “Power hog”,
Turn the light bulb on…think!
We are in deep space.
What do you think
Will happen to your prize,
If I do get off?
I can see it now.
You, Spaceman of the Year,
Worming your way out of the spot light
When T.S. asks you,
“What happened?
That cute Elaine Justice disappeared?”
Um, well, a…she left the ship.
Really now?
And why was that?
Imagine stumbling your egocentric-self
Right out of your award.
Genuinely, who really cares?
Not I! Said the woman
That still had her brains.
It is time for you to get off.
Love of humanity, or me for that matter,
Is something you know nothing
About…Now, get out of my face!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 20, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
Categories:
suck up, angst, fantasyme, lost, lost,
Form:
Free verse
A seething summer morning in the oil boom trailer park
Oral Roberts on the radio with the gospel told by Mark
The reek of raw petroleum is everywhere around
We little oil trash urchins play marbles on the ground
He drives out here most every day around the hour of nine
Checking all the trailer windows for a little cardboard sign
He parks the canvas-covered truck and dons his leather vest
Throws a tow sack o'er his back and shows his Sunday best
Down the drive comes Danny, on his mighty motor bike
Hanging on the handlebars, his bigger brother Mike
The engine makes a ton of noise, a dandy double stroke
Two baseball cards and clothespins, hitting every spoke
Our ragamuffin gang was gathered, just waiting for the time
To contrive our evil strategy and carry out our crime
“The iceman, the iceman!”, I hear my sisters say
“Y'all be quiet!”, I hiss to them,” You'll give us all away!”
The iceman sidles round the truck and casts the canvas back
Scores a hundred-pounder block and cleaves it with a whack
Tongs the icy burden to his back and laughs at what is left
Chunks and chips of frozen jewels, the targets of our theft
We want so hard to play it cool and act like we don't care
All our mouths fill up with drool and it's tricky not to stare
The iceman winks his eye at me and hides a little grin
Then walks up to the trailer door where mother lets him in
The moment that the door slams shut, the bandits make their play
With eyes lit up, we whoop and shout like kids on holiday
We suck up all the chunks and chips and with our bellies iced
We swagger off to brag about our frosty jewelry heist
It's true we didn't have a lot, perhaps enough to just scrape by
But the visit from the iceman was like Christmas in July
And when I pass through oilfield country, it never ceases to amaze
How the scent of raw petroleum brings back those icebox days
January 30, 2013
Categories:
suck up, childhood, growing up, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I was never a follower anyway
a big fan of the matrix; my heads loose
like a few screws you know
Suggest right I go left.
The first I ever witnessed man evolving
into something else
I would tell you what but I can't pronounce
the word.
Theres a machine lodged in the moon
on the other half whispers of atlantis
exscape the through sound waves
They blamed it all on mental illness
truthfully maybe it is, or maybe they
were just grinning for nothing the day
it arrived.
They call them screaming folks on the corner
some of us call them crazy depending on the color
their blasting prophets off their sqaure in the new
millinium, as for me I'm still searching
screaming out in the night like a mother-less animal
trying not to become prey to no man
keeping the scriptures close to my heart
like they will the sword as soon as some claims
he will return; like a thief in the night
Hope I won't be stealing that night
out of the front door hands filled with valuables
not ever knowing the owners will never return
Sorry for getting religous on you, acting out what
they want me to be
The reasons for all the mind f---ing ya dig
and all the incouraged words of suicide
Life is wonderful and free
Dude I got hooked on the episodes of schizafrania like
a television now I need it to live like a hit from the pipe
NO, NO I'm drug free never was for peer pressure
I use to watch my favorite aunts suck up the gothic lines
and leave and mentally able to push away in the ladder years
Their playing politics with our Christ
placing him at the door of prascastination
meaning; no one wants the truth of his coming
to much money involved, to much sin un-resolved
and everyone could be the prophecy but you
Your just always the victim.
Categories:
suck up, religionme, mental illness, drug,
Form:
Free verse
v. 1 Worthless like an iPhone that isn’t activated…
Texting is so overrated…lately, I’ve felt jaded…
I’m the dirty laundry in your bedroom
I suck up the dirt from the carpet and the gloom
Does…torture…me…
Ch. : The technology bond – I flee
I’ve tried and tried and I’m tired of being me
I’ve lied and lied to myself countless times, can’t you see?
I am strong, I have a technology bond…
I do belong, I’m introvert and extrovert mixed in one…I’m fond
Of me…
Of me…
Of you…
Of you too…
V. 2 Writing is a gift from God Most High
Reading Proverbs and Psalms of plenty
I cry aloud to Him and He listens, but why…….?
Why do I cry so much…missing sleep of beauty…
Recently, I’ve been ashamed of my existence
Right this instant, right this instant
I’m tired of discouraging me
I’m tired of you discouraging me,
Treating me like laundry on my carpet floor
Ch. : The technology bond – I flee
I’ve tried and tried and I’m tired of being me
I’ve lied and lied to myself countless times, can’t you see?
I am strong, I have a technology bond…
I do belong, I’m introvert and extrovert mixed in one…I’m fond
Of me…
Of me…
Of you…
Of you too…
v. 3 Get off your phone, look at me; I, alone, love you
A couple of minutes later, my mind is on a clean slate today
Conversations of so many I hear in this classroom
Gloom is my groom and I marry the wife of strife…
Never once felt by affection,
But felt on by rejection
But inflamed by rejection
The infliction of insanity fires up my skull
Can’t you see? Can’t you see my sorrowful soul?
Ch. : The technology bond – I flee
I’ve tried and tried and I’m tired of being me
I’ve lied and lied to myself countless times, can’t you see?
I am strong, I have a technology bond…
I do belong, I’m introvert and extrovert mixed in one…I’m fond
Of me…
Of me…
Of you…
Of you too…
The technology bond – I am set free
I’ve tried and tried and I’m tired of being me
I’ve lied and lied to myself countless times, can’t you see?
I am strong, I have a technology bond…
I do belong, I’m introvert and extrovert mixed in one…I’m fond
Of me…
Of me…
Of you…
Of you too…
I’m connected to you
And you are connected to me
Haven’t you got the clue
That you belong to me?
Shame embraced me bitterly…
But, fame will hug me spontaneously…
Categories:
suck up, deep, fear, freedom, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, mighty vacuum cleaner, duty calls;
like magic, you suck up unsettling grime
in my small world of carpets, floors, and walls.
You gobble up debris in record time
of lint and dust polluting my domain,
to leave behind a sparkling atmosphere
where peace of wholesome living can remain,
ensuring my abode is bright and clear.
Oh, hardy vacuum cleaner, if I could
direct your force upon our total Earth;
suck up its cobwebbed corners, dusty wood
which clouds our vision to perceive its worth.
Draw off the film- watch clarity unfurled,
and make it shiny-bright as my small world.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Premiere Contest: A Lovely Little Daydream
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 01/21/2017
Categories:
suck up, metaphor, pollution, society, violence,
Form:
Sonnet
Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound. High school also has two syllables, or two sounds. High and School also has two sounds, but the rhythm is loud sound, soft sound. The phrase: A baboon teaches at the high school has how many syllables? If you do not know, you can easily clap it out. With each sound, do one clap. A (one clap or one sound) baboon (two claps or two sounds), teaches (2 claps or two sounds) at (one clap or one syllable or one sound), the (one clap or one syllable or one sound), high (one clap or one syllable) school (one clap or one syllable or one sound).
The phrase A baboon teaches at the high school has a total of 10 sounds or 10 syllables or 10 claps.
Let us look at the word baboon again. Baboon - a soft sound, then a loud sound, or a soft syllable, and then a loud syllable, right? What about the word high school? Which syllable is soft? Which syllable is loud? The loud syllable is the first one, because that is the one your voice puts the most emphasis on.
Consequently, the word high school has a loud syllable, soft syllable rhythm.
When poets speak of iambic pentameter they are speaking of a five-in-a-row rhythm of soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud sounds. It is important to remember there are five of them, and they must be soft loud, not loud soft sounds. Would high school work in this rhythm? Not well as it is a loud soft sound. What about the word baboon would it work in iambic pentameter – soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud? Five in a row? Yes, it would because baboon is a soft loud word. Baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon. It might be possible to instill the word baboon in your mind now, so when you are writing iambic pentameter you can remember that baboon would work and the cadence is soft, loud. Also please remember to write iambic pentameter it must be five in a row.
A baboon teaches at the high school.
She has never heard of the golden rule.
Her students make fun of her behind her back.
Her lunch they have blown up in a paper sack.
We were supposed to go on a field trip today,
But the only one who signed up was that suck up, Mae.
Written July 16, 2018
Entered Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
Contest: Reads Like Music
Categories:
suck up, poetry, poets, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Mum really likes her Moggy.
The cats her pride and joy.
I swear to God it"s pampered,
much more than US her boys!
The cat it understands this,
and goes out of its way.
To suck up to my Mother,
at least ten times a day!
It really makes me jealous,
so much i gotta mention.
That cat gets on my wick.
Commanding Mums attention.
So i devised a plan,
to get a little pay back.
The best form of defence
is to go on the attack!
A family "DO" was coming.
It really made me think.
A chance for some revenge.
there"s gonna be some Drink!
The big night it arrived.
My plans were put in place.
I acted all polite,
angelic round the face.
The Party in full swing.
I borrowed Gordons Gin,
and poured it in cats bowl.
The one beside the bin.
I added the full cream.
The cat could not resist.
He lapped and lapped relapsed!
By now he was well pissed!
He threw up in the kitchen.
He threw up in the hall.
My plan was on its way,
he was heading for a fall!
I lifted Moggy up,
then opened up the door,
and promptly put him down,
upon the living room floor.
He staggered round about.
It really was a shame,
poor old Mr Moggy,
he was really out the game.
My Mothers jaw just dropped.
As Moggy took a pee,
in front of all the guests
atop the new settee.
Yes revenge is best served cold.
What else can i say.
Poor old Mr Moggy,
it just was not his day!
I said the first thing in my head.
I know it was a sin.
But i couldn"t help but say,
"Look what the cat drank in!"
Categories:
suck up, funnycat, old, cat, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Miles and miles above our heads,
millions of them, I believe it's said,
way up in the skies, past the moon and stars,
somewhere near Jupiter and nearby Mars,
space rocks, called asteroids,
are hot topics these days.
We'll be "mining the skies," for silver and gold,
and other precious metals, like titanium, I'm told.
During the gold rush days,
remember the stories of the old West?
"There's gold in them thar hills!"
Now the "Gold Rush" is out in space!
And the prize is worth the race.
Space stations are being planned,
the size of Texas, they say.
And machines, like snow blower's,
will suck up the space treasures
of near-earth asteroids,
if the aviator's have their way.
Heaven has gates of pearl and streets of gold
and other treasures we'll someday behold.
But exploring the heavens, we'll continue to do,
because God's riches of creation, are never ending to be found.
And God doesn't make junk. His treasures abound.
.
Categories:
suck up, adventure, sky, stars, technology,
Form:
Rhyme