Best Sucky Poems
Oh give me a rope
With a noose that is loose
And i'll tie it up on a beam
Then give me a pill
That will give me a thrill
And i'll end it all on a high
Death Death is the way
For life is to sucky to play
So give me a gun
That is loaded for fun
And i'll blow my brains far away.
Dear Crush,
How many bruises?
How many lonely nights?
How many broken hearts?
How many hurtful fights?
How many 'i'm fine' lies?
How many tears will fall?
Do you think I'm blind?
I know she caused them all!
But I can't sway your heart.
I cannot make you see,
That when you hurt yourself,
You're really hurting me!
Sorry for this sucky poem. :/
-Mercury
Happy Birthday to Me
A personal limerick
By Franklin Price
11/14/2015
Happy Birthday to me I'm so lucky
Been years since I've seen rubber ducky
Have a beautiful wife
And a wonderful life
Not much at all has been sucky
ICKY, SUCKY, YUCKY
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wheezing, sneezing; allergy in my throat
darn green mucus pasted in my hair,
steroids tumbling down on chest
and “no- bath -for -days” anywhere!
mites and dust in rinsed fingernails
fever flushing through these dead toes,
and whacking sinus drips much yuckier
floating from my from dry , red nose!
emergency rooms now daily visits for me
oxygen masks, x-rays and tests for clean piss ,
yipers, my new honey's coming around to check
this surely sucks, don’t wanna be kissed!!
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I dont like online version of this site
It sucks
My couch is oh so Comfy. It’s true I wouldn’t lie.
And every time I sit there, I have trouble with my eyes.
No matter who is with me, or what I’m watching on TV….
It tends to drift right by me as I work hard, my eyes to see.
Unfortunately, they keep closing. No matter what I do.
And I have to watch a movie repeatedly, to finally see it thru.
I know I’m getting older. Of that I have no doubt.
That couch sucks me into its comfort, tho it’s a prize I treasure all-out.
So if you come to see me, expect the very worst…
But know I’d love to visit, if only I could stay alert…
My father came to visit at the age of 78…
We got along to perfection, with all the naps we both take each night…
I swear, I can fall asleep sitting up, or standing on my head.
My husband lays a blanket upon me, each night as he goes to bed.
Then finally I will wake up, about 2-3 AM…
Then it’s off to bed to finish what I started before then…
And then another nap at noon time, between writing poetry in a comfy chair…
There’s times I lose my poetry to my little snores there…
Then it’s back to working harder to try to write some more…
But that couch is so addictive, I doubt I’ll ever see my friends again…
And any where past 7 is really bad for me…
But don’t forget to visit, anyway…if you’re in the vicinity.
If you cannot wake me… just leave a note, you see…
And I’ll be really tickled pink… to know you remembered me, it’s true…
Even though I may not remember you…
Written 1-18-2013: Love it because it's so true and was fun to write.
You and Your Perfect Life.
You boast.
Walking the halls like you're the host of this school.
Well you're not.
You smile.
Everyone lovingly despises you but they always wanna stop and talk awhile.
Well I won't.
You laugh.
There's not a care in your world. You don't have it tough.
Well I do.
You wink.
At all the girls. I look at my self in the mirror, then aadd my tears to the bathroom sink.
You don't.
I cry.
I'm depressed and nobody cares because they want you with them and me to die.
Well I can't.
I'm saying this to you.
Because you don't deserve what you have.
I'm saying this to you,
Because I deserve better.
You walk.
Lazily not a care in the world or a worry in the mind. Fu*k.
I want that.
You have a perfect life.
I don't.
I have a sucky life.
You don't.
...;.;
Why?
You are walking up to me, a frown on your face, now tainted with red.
"You think I have a perfect life?"
Yes. I m FED UP WITH THIS.
"Yes. "
"Do you want to rethink that?" I look down on you wrists, seeing them clenched.
I don't reply and you growl.
Pulling me into an empty hall, you strip off your jacket. I pale at the thought of what you are going to do.
"Answer me. ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT(I am so sorry God)!!!!"
"Yes. You have a perfect life. Everyone loves you. " I yell so much more.
I can't remember what I'm saying.
I can't say I know what I'm saying. Anymore.
You pull of your t-shirt.
I gasp.
Red and dark purple bruises cover your body.
Swollen and fresh scar marks cover your body.
You turn around.
Deep red new gashes seem to devour your skin.
Some are oozing blood and I feel sick.
Scars thin like razor blades cover your upper arms.
The quote my mother told me before she died ran through my head.
Life isn't about avoiding the things that make you feel scared, or uncomfortable, it's about conquering them and moving forward.
Tears blur my eyes as I look back at him.
"Yes, Hope. I have the perfect life. Yes, Hope. Everybody loves me."
I shiver and slide down the wall I was leaning against. He squats down cradling my chin in his hand.
"Make sure smile once in awhile. It will change your life view."
You walk away. Leaving me there. Shivering.
You cry.
At night when your father, the mayor is beating you.
I'm here Aspen. Run away with me.
I’m why you’re unlucky
I’m why you don’t want to come out and play
I’m why life is sucky
I’m why you had a bad day.
I’m the reason we now only have one season
I’m the reason Titanic sank
I’m the reason you were charged with high treason
I’m the reason there’s no money in the bank.
My name is plain unlucky
I’m the poison that you drank
I’m the one that popped your rubber ducky
I’m the reason your page is blank.
Sunrise comes for me
Buildings shade halts it’s progress
Sucky city life
My city sunset
Reflected off the buildings
Awesome to behold
Prey in the city
variety a plenty
Beware the stalkers
She sleeps peacefully
I watch admiring her
She tooted sweetly
Lost is my lover
She lays next to me in sleep
Distance is profound
Here my princess l
Innocent our love
Profound is the gap
it sucks to be me
it sucks to not be able to have the time to watch tv
it sucks to have 2 jobs at 15
it sucks that everytime i turn around i am deceived
it sucks that im actually a genius but nobody belives
it sucks that im beat down despite the goals ive acheived
but you know what
its these sucky things that put pride in my strut
its these disbelivers that put me in this rut
its a long hard road and it sucks
you just gotta overcome obsacles like monster trucks
bein me is harder than it looks
its alot of work with no instuction books
its even a little bit painful like hanging by fishing hooks
yeah it sucks to be me but what is one to do
because through it all i love myself the way i am, so true
and i wouldnt change myself to be anyone, not even you
the pen is empty
and i try to write
but nothing comes out try as i might.
i've been waiting for forever,
and it says its on its way,
but i wonder if i can wait for forever another day.
the page is loading,
the signal goes around,
its taking so long i'm losing sight of which way i'm bound.
i'm out of ideas,
and poetry turns out crappy,
but this is all i can do than writing verse too sappy.
its embarrassing and i'm hesitant,
to press the submit key,
but its how i'm feeling, its a sucky representation of me.
God bless ya, #Dyslexia,
my pseudo super power,
academically sucky,
but creatively lucky,
thou maketh some peeps tower.
When You Bury Me
Bury me with dentures in case I'll need to eat
a Beano annual from Christmas, nineteen-sixty-eight
summer scent remembered from the fallow field
my wee red trike with its wobbly wheels
Bury with me a walking stick, my tattered summer hat
fold my arms, cross my feet because that'll be surely that
lay clag-n-clay upon me, with care kind and gentle
tamp the earth lovingly, act morbidly sentimental
Bury with me an old school photo one in monochrome
prove I was when all be left is muck and grizzled bone
remember fill my trouser pockets with minty sucky sweets
cause even after death you see I'd appreciate some treats
Tell them all about my life my unrealised ambitions
please don't give away me telescope, fossils or television
and tell my family I know I could have been much better
look beneath the mantle clock, It's where I left this letter
A young fellow soldier from Kentucky
He considered himself rather lucky
Stationed at Ft. Knox,
Opened a vault box
But, alas, it was empty … how sucky!
written October 11, 2021
Nothin's goin right,
Im so stressed out;
My insides are in turmoil
I think the butterflies are drunk.
I have to manualy relax my jaws
And unpurse my lips
And when I do,
Its almost painful.
Theres a throbbing behind my eyes
And when I close my eyes
For more than a blink
I have to pry them back open.
Even thinking is hard
Cuz the commanding thing in my thoughts
Is my Baby
And hes not with me
And I miss him so bad.
Days like this...
Makes me wanna cry
If I dont consciously refrain myself
I WILL cry.
I know its a combination of things
Thats making this day sucky
But something as simple as a hug
From my Darling
Would change sooo much...
I miss my Love:-(