Best Sulked Poems
He despaired. He was despondent and desperate.
He was impelled to violent action but restrained from acting out.
He had finally given up. He had lost all hope.
Disheartened and dispirited his will had collapsed.
Lacking confidence or courage, depression defined him.
He languished in gloom and grieved in lament.
He succumbed to a wretched tribulation,
a miserable melancholy, so forlorn was his ordeal.
He anguished over his prospects, so painful was his worry.
Desperate and wholly dejected the criminal faced his judgment.
As justice was served he fretted, ruminated, chafed, sulked and moped.
Now he faced the torment and ridicule he so easily delivered.
Finally he too understood the meaning of despair.
Categories:
sulked, angst, depression, satire,
Form:
Narrative
"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."
W. Wordsworth
I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.
At sixteen, your mother
said she was having a baby
and held up to me the blue pastic
device that tested her urine stream
like when she held up the blue ribbon
she won in kindergarten for the best
easter bunny nest made from marshmallows
and dyed yellow coconut.
Then she threw the blue device out
into the space between us on the bed,
like it was the best card in her deck,
her ace in the hole.
Your father waited in the other room
sitting in the thick silence,
afraid to breathe and miss
my response.
You and your mother did all the work,
but I was there at your birth,
Standing alongside, coaching your
mother to good contractions until
I was exhausted from gritting my
teeth and pushing too.
And your dad was there, too,
but closer to the business end
so he could be the first to know the sex.
An unsolicited psychic had told us
you would be a girl,
and when your dad was told,
he sulked all day
like it was a conspiracy
between the women to produce
only other woman.
He wanted another guy,
someone to give the men the edge,
a male child.
When your mother's body could
keep you from the world no longer,
your head appeared, eyes tightly
shut and a pout on your lips.
Your dad was watching closely,
the shoulder, the belly and then
his arms flew up in the air
like he'd made the touchdown
and he cried, "It's a Boy,
I told you, I told you,"
like he and I had placed a bet.
But then he saw how much
I could love the boy child.
I'm a pretty good grandmother,
and I think we'll be good friends.
Categories:
sulked, family, hope, life, dad,
Form:
Narrative
(a true story)
“Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried
Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings
They made me go and something in me died
Depressed by all the fake and plastic things
The second time my parents made me go
Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me
I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know
Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee
The third time was the worst, the fuss I made
At thirty odd, made odder still by drink
I tried to run, got caught in a parade
The final Mickey piss take; now I think
I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck
For can I get a ticket? Can I f**k!
by Gail
Categories:
sulked, age, angst, feelings, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
As a child in days gone by
Mother’s rod was swift but sure
Many a weal as time went by
Scarred my skin an ugly blue.
Nagging was the way of life
My mother used to lay the rule
Not a day did I cry
Child abuse, nor reported it at school.
Father’s hands lay thick and strong
A whopping blow upon my hide
On the day I failed at sums
That slap brought answers quick to mind.
Even when I pouted and sulked
Cups or shoes came flying high
Never ever missed the target
That mother’s aim intended to strike.
No words were kind
When I did wrong
No sparing the rod to spoil the child
Discipline the child was a daily song.
Today the cry is child abuse
For which society has no use
Put the child in a foster home
To grow up to be another deviant one.
Is it wise to spare the rod?
Or better yet to talk with the child?
Still mother’s way did well for me
To talk and live like a Jesus child.
Categories:
sulked, caregivingchild, child, day,
Form:
Rhyme
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU GIVE POWER OF ATTORNEY TO,
COS THEY CAN TURN ON YOU, AND MAKE YOUR LIFE INTO HELL 2016
Frank hangs on the hook at University.
He willed his body to science.
Frank got a girlfriend carer 3 years ago, he was in love and signed the house over to her.
Steve his 60 year old son in Canada had become his Enduring Power of Attorney on a very rare visit to his dad.
Steve could not get into Australia, when he heard from his dad the house was gone, no money coming to him?
Steve screamed Fraud and used Franks Canada pension to get lawyered up and stop Frank from drawing an Aussie pension.
So Frank was penniless, the girlfriend Mary was banned from hospitals and nursing homes forthwith, even though Mary was the defacto.
So Frank sulked himself to death, refused to eat or take any medication, the nursing staff thought him demented, but he could still play chess and win when he had a computer online.
I emailed the nursing home att:, Sister so and so , also left them a message on the phone they don't answer, att: Sister so and so. Frank has no hearing aids so he can't hear you, he needs Mary to visit.
Mary a Maori woman was blacklisted from Canada and Frank died ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwAHx_2g5PM
Categories:
sulked, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
I gave she snatched I asked she
sassed
I shared she stole I begged she
snarled
I smiled she spit I came she split
My turn she skipped I caught but
she sliped
I agreed she'd shift I saved she
spent
I stared she snubed I lead she
shoved
I touched she spooked I rose she
stooped
I liked she sulked I'd hide she
snooped
I errored she saw I'm quiet she
squaked
Categories:
sulked, emotions,
Form:
Blank verse
I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.
Broken glass litters the street,
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.
I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try.
"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.
ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.
The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land,
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing.
I must find a way out of this...
hell.
A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.
I knew I must find a hospital, quick,
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South?
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?
I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere.
I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support,
but I couldn't let that stop me.
The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift,
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.
Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die,
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.
I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.
Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"
I CAN SEE!
"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply,
"Yes. Yes I am."
Categories:
sulked, adventure, death, depression, history,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Old Rudolph was lazy this year.
Did not want to pull, that was clear.
He sulked in his stall
and started to bawl.
St. Nick had a problem, I fear.
Mrs. C. announced, “I’ll fix that.
I’ll knit him a warm winter hat.
he’ll have a good day;
report to the sleigh.
I’ll see him right now for a chat.”
But Rudolph was stubborn and hard.
“No hat. I won’t step in the yard.
I want better feed;
that is all I need.”
And then he played out his trump card.
“It will be so snowy tonight,
that Santa will need my bright light,
as he goes his way,
with his magic sleigh,
or he’ll find himself with a plight.
Mrs. Claus went inside to bake.
Gingerbread she thought she would make.
Should appease Rudolph
and get the team off,
so she whipped them up in a shake.
He ate up that goodie with glee,
‘til not any crumbs could he see.
“So let’s hitch me up;
I have had my sup.”
So Santa took off, one, two, three!
Categories:
sulked, christmas, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Today I sat down with my palms on my chin
I thought and thought, all I could think
Knowing very well life's conquering thick and thin
But this reality could not keep me asleep even a wink!
"Why do you keep all the good that I need?"
I asked God
"Child, what you think you need is beyond man's deed,"
He whispered so gently
"What man can give, cannot last"
"What I keep for you surpasses all past."
His voice was still, soothing and reassuring
Then my mind reeled and wheeled
Like a tape of film, I saw the faces of them that I loved so
All gone like mist
Thinking of you,
I sulked.......for someday you would be gone too
But then I smiled courageously
Knowing that when mine time comes
I will eternally have you, to love and to hold!
Categories:
sulked, absence, best friend,
Form:
Verse
Aunt Doris was feeling poorly .
I did not know what to say .
So ,I gathered all her friends around ;
And we had a Doris Day .
But Gladys got the pip and sulked
Saying it was not right.
So we stretched out celebrations
To have a Gladys Knight.
We had great fun in the July sun
A Donna Summer to enjoy.
But there would be a Shelly Winter
So dont get smug or coy.
Major Weeks adressed his Sergeant Spring
At Thanksgiving holiday ,
Saying ,can February March..
Through Beech and Larch ?
He said NO!! ..but April May .
Categories:
sulked, funny, thanksgiving,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I remember it was during winter
When your heart sulked and withered
I came by in the night with my flicker
I sang to you with glitter
It was in winter that you made me sigh
Waking up in the morn
Your image lingering in my mind
From my sojourn I pondered through the ice
I had fallen for you head over heels
As you were affable and benevolent to me
It was in winter that you held my hand
Mingled through the crowd for my embrace
I had found that ubiquitous lady in my life
Its time to free ourselves and wiggle
It was here that we first kissed
It was in winter that I saw tears drip on your cheeks
Obliviously your heart was broken
And am sorry I didn’t notice it hurt you
I had left you with pieces of your broken heart in the flesh
I am sorry that I was face valuing
It was in winter that I had come to say sorry
My flowers tucked in my coat neatly
The morning coldness beating against my cheeks
I had my breath for my guilt was too much
At your place I could feel the emptiness, you had left
Summer came by and you were nowhere
Scratching the earth for your love
But you were gone for a new beginning
You had endured a lot but hear my plea
And I will wait for winter to hold your hand and rekindle our love
Categories:
sulked, anger, depression, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
You and I built empty things
empty sounds that drip, dripped
down bathroom sinks
Gone stale in damp mountains of towels
that sulked resentfully behind doors
I listened to the tick, tick of a soundless clock
that moved up and down
with our childrens' breath
Your 3 AM skin dark and warm in your nest
While I am inanimate like stone
You and I made empty things
that lived in corners, in dark, dark coffee stained surrender
And I never cease to wonder
How deep the cellar stairs went down
How deep, deep
and tender.
Categories:
sulked, lifedark, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Jonah's Calling
A vision of Jonah I did not see,
Nor did I hear the Lord speak
(Who pitied the wicked city of Nineveh)
When He said to His servant, Jonah,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
“Set me free!” Jonah cried,
And said to himself,
“They are but strangers to me.”
And the Lord heard Jonah’s heart,
And turned.
In shame, Jonah ran away
To Tarshish, where he boarded a ship,
That got caught in a tempest.
And lots were drawn,
And Jonah was thrown overboard
And was swallowed by a huge fish
(Jonah prayed, and the Lord hearkened to him.)
Who, after three days, vomited him onto dry land.
And the Lord spoke to Jonah a second time,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
This time Jonah obeyed
And the Lord’s anger was abated
Because, the debaucherous city of Nineveh
Repented.
However, Jonah was jealous
Of the Lord’s compassion for Nineveh
And sulked under the shade of a tree.
“It is so cool under the gourd,” thought Jonah,
“Why should I leave? Where is my love?”
Then, a worm ate the plant.
Causing Jonah to suffer from the heat,
Who then turned and cursed the Lord.
And the Lord spake to Jonah a third time,
“And yet, you did not plant the gourd,
Nor did you tend to it.
You know not hence it lives
And canst not say when it shall die.
Shall I not have compassion for the people of Nineveh
Who cannot tell their left hand from their right?
Doest thou well, to be angry with me?”
And I remembered, written in the Book of Isaiah, 1:18;
Of the Lord’s abounding love and patience.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” saith the Lord:
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow;
Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”
***
References:
Book of Jonah (Old Testament)
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
Categories:
sulked, christian, destiny, devotion, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
Sulked and sat. That’s what you have done.
A new person’s life you’ve barley begun.
I watch you now in your time of despair.
Thinking about how you’ve changed and no longer care.
Your body is raped and your mind has been torn,
I sit here hoping for each day no more.
It’s hard to watch and painful to see,
The life you chose has now been thrust onto me.
You need to get better, why can’t you see.
Life is precious and your not who I need you to be.
I want you to go back to the person you were,
I’ll be by your side and aid as a cure.
You have the strength we both know it so,
So let’s go together and take some control.
There is a light we both see it near.
But you dead and gone is my only fear.
Categories:
sulked, friendship, inspirational, life,
Form:
I strolled into Hell like a VIP/
Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/
"Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/
Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/
God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/
"I designed Satan, what is this lore"/
I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/
"Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/
He plotted doom, storms brewed with fire/
I told him his shoes looked thrift store expired/
Satan sulked, his schemes backfired/
Turns out, sarcasm makes Hell retired/
I sat on his throne, twirled his pitchfork high/
Demons threw confetti, unsure why/
I changed the rules, now Hell serves pie/
With a side of laughter, eternal supply/
Satan begged, "Give me my throne back please"/
I said, "Not till you learn jokes with ease"/
He tried a pun; it made Hell freeze/
God choked on ambrosia, what a tease/
Now Hell's a comedy club, tickets are free/
Demons heckle; Angels sip tea/
Satan sighs, "I was supposed to be scary"/
I said, "Buddy, you lost to me, hilarious, truly"/
I dethroned the Prince of Darkness fair/
Taught him memes and split his despair/
God just watched, wide-eyed in prayer/
"Never again," He whispered midair/
Categories:
sulked, character, crazy, cute, fun,
Form:
Rhyme