Best Sullenly Poems
Maybe he ate his vitamins and their minerals and oranges and apples all at once again and again
Or ran laughing down the rugged rocks of a ruthless reality
Maybe he flew singing up to the cold concrete ceiling on a chair
Or drank dated dark liquid from a damp factory dumpsite
People think his lungs liked lighting the lily-white smoke they lived on
And I’ve even heard he sullenly slit several sections of his wrists so he could sign a letter
Maybe he jumped joyfully in front of a jeep window that had Jesus joining hands with Judas for prayer
Or pressed the pallets out of the pistol till the pieces pierced his parched throat
Maybe he took tablets off the table till they took their toll
Or cut carelessly into his chest’s cave and coincidentally revealed his heart
People say he bashed his brains out with a baseball bat
And some are sure he sucked in air and sat still till his stomach swelled
I say he lived life and loved and loathed
Living always kills you too quickly.
Categories:
sullenly, society, suicide,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
This pill that make me sleep and takes away my dreams.
It keeps my thoughts and leaves me disesteemed.
Who doth have these rights,
To take away my starry nights?
When the morning wakes it is just about certain,
Hopes are lost as I draw back my curtain.
Just one pill that reels
My reflections it always steals.
I procrastinate and take it purposely late.
Avoidance cannot protect me from fate.
It mocks me each time,
I hear the bells on the clock chime.
Begrudgingly, I swallow the damn' tablet down,
Then sullenly slip into my nightgown.
"Do not go to sleep,"
I ruminate, "These are my sheep!"
Categories:
sullenly, anxiety, dream, drug, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Whispers filter out the scent of delusion
the whippoorwills wallow in a waning sun
and thoughts are on the run
The table's set with mix-matched cups and saucers
the best China's soaking in the sink
and I can no longer think
Blame it on blunders ripping at the seams
me not knowing how to sew
I see why you had to go
Closer I get to the daunting haunts
footsteps roam the hall
waiting for your call
Kisses left along with the weekend
breaths sullenly get slower
better off for knowing her
Emptiness fills the coffers
drips from the coffee pot drop
will heartache ever stop
Pushed in past the chair headed for inequity
silenced amongst all the sorrow
on the sill still sits her flower
and in the dim light I see
her beautiful hues
shining through
Categories:
sullenly, heartbreak, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Petals: pristine~pure desire float
lullabies roam aspheric space
touches reached just out of scope
Brave: gravity glides on outspread wings
with the willow weeping sullenly low
blanket in balance a presence bestows
Tight: comfort held in passion's show
lightening a starless~sterile sky
sacred secrets whispered overnight
Dawn: feelings warmed on nature's bed
dew drops glisten upon peril's view
rhythmic swirls arise affectless anew
Categories:
sullenly, analogy, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession,
Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression,
Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped desolate.
The chestnut lustre of your hair has lacquered my perception,
Devastated by your pecan lips, sullenly un-kissed,
I shrink like flambéed cellophane, contract with cold deception,
Yet cannot face the love within, the love that you have missed.
What are you that drive my spectral dreams, imagination?
Who are you that sculpt my heart and steal my breath?
That stirs the loins and fires my love with tortured aspiration,
At once you are both promised life and predetermined death...
Categories:
sullenly, death, love, passion, heart,
Form:
Verse
Now autumn is fading slowly away and nights lengthen
oh! too soon marches in winter with icy chilly fingers
that every thing touched falls into deep slumbering sleep .
as soft pure white flakes fall thick and fast covering all/
Letting us know that it will be long till the sun breaks
winter's time to rule with Jack Frost playing his jokes.
Water slows and often freezes as it touches frozen land
hoar frost covers the trees. icicles descend from branches.
The earth becomes a wonder land that sparkles and twinkles
as we huddle in front of roaring log fire that hiss and spit
sullenly at us sending showers of red hot sparks of weird
colours that enchant and beguile us with heavenly pine scents.
The air is full of different scents and spices from all the goodies
that have been baked, tantalizing our taste buds and we think
Winter is not so bad as we sing carols and play the usual games
while we tear open all the delightful presents under the tree
Categories:
sullenly, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.
He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.
There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that clings to the garden fence.
I could not see any passion in it,
until mum showed me
the creamy crucifix within
the blue and white corona.
Dad belly laughs
as mum, showing me,
piously makes the sign of the cross.
Dad is digging up a real beauty,
that's what he called it,
a 'real beauty',
a soil crusted cannonball,
the monstrous offspring
of a cabbage and a turnip.
He was not a religious man,
but he did believe fervently,
in those strange passions
some have
for cabbage soup
and mashed turnip.
Categories:
sullenly, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Germany, 1964
In barracks bare of beauty
I lay restlessly in bed. Around, a rife
of lifeless characters
from some Saturday charade
sullenly invite me to their ghastly parade.
I merely pull my blanket higher up
and blatantly yell out "Shaddup!"
A spot of flesh unknown to sun itches
so I scratch. Musty curtains run
in dusty ripples on their pulleys.
The room overflows with bullies
but I turn over in my bunk
and choose to spurn,
scratching a spot that doesn't itch.
I glance up. The light bulb top is dirty.
I reach up, unscrew the bulb,
lay silent in my patch of dark
and try, vainly, to extinguish
a more persistent spark.
The air around me reeks of smoke and beer,
is heavy with the weight of discontent.
I lie still darkly fomenting
an impotent dislike
for atmospheres like this one.
I writhe upon my squeaky cot and dun
and growl like some ancient,
burly, and barbaric Hun.
Vehemently, I vocalize my intense tension
with interjections "nice people" would never mention.
Categories:
sullenly, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Weary, sluggish and silent with apathy and
disinterest, I sullenly reflect and
languish....
My thoughts—thick and heavy like
molasses—painfully churn and swirl in
and out of my head and spill against the
background of dead silence of my living
room....
They are in constant motion, while I sit in
the living room mute and gagged and bound
with the world-weariness of a lifetime and
stare blankly into empty space by looking
inward....
Even the furnishings around me defer to
my now sullen mood. Not saying a word
and bowing their heads, they hold their
tongues and keep their thoughts to them-
selves out of respect and deference for my
silent and solemn doldrums....
The flat-panel TV, otherwise always on
and hyper-gregarious, for once regards my
sullenness and apathy with its own....
I sit exactly thus—
alone,
but in the sympathetic company of my
furniture and belongings....
They whisper to me of a time when I was
sinful and wanton and remind me of the
need for redemption....
I remember, and take heed by repenting....
And by doing so, I have narrowly avoided
reaping and gathering the terrible,
karmic consequences
of an unspeakable harvest of sins
for myself!
Categories:
sullenly, allegory, angst, depression, me,
Form:
Free verse
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.
Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.
Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity,
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly,
as ashen storm clouds brew.
Categories:
sullenly, child, fire, heart, hope,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Midnight, Cerberus roams across the sky,
Chasing stars and barking upon the fly.
Hound of thunder, cloud riding the air,
With three heads and snaky tail awry.
Lightening cracks like a whipping lash,
Indoors, onlookers make a wild dash;
To escape the unnatural fiery glare,
Of the monster mongrel raining ash.
My pet dog cringes in abject fear,
Crawling into a box he is near,
Huddling low in the safe wooden square,
While the hell-hound doth sullenly sneer.
Categories:
sullenly, horror, myth, mythology, nature,
Form:
Rubaiyat
A little flight takes off nearby
Oops! It does not drift into the sky;
A tailor bird delves into the nest,
feeds the chicks, the food best
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them "May I come in?"
Some babblers stare at me sullenly
Oh! They're aiding grownup kids fly.
Umpteen birds "Who's the mom?", I wonder!
"We live in community" they thunder.
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Common crow butterflies glide in the air,
and seek their host plants everywhere;
Finalized the pink oleander as their host plant
Soon, a kaleidoscope of butterflies gonna enchant
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
White bubbles encroach the green grass
Bubbles emanate cracking, become like glass;
Oh! A big head with small eyes emerges,
garden lizard raises and starts to diverge
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Squirrels scamper everywhere
Munias, hoard millet seeds from here
Bulbuls, busy eating the worms
Biodiversity works in full term
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Categories:
sullenly, animal, nature,
Form:
Free verse
My darling won’t have her fish fingers,
She sullenly shuns her Big Mac,
She says that she’d rather eat legumes
(It’s some vegetarian crap).
She says she don’t want to eat nuggets,
Though I tell her it’s chicken, not gold
And her mayonnaise sandwich I left on the shelf
Is still sitting there gathering mould.
And I wonder who gave her this notion,
This strange and uncommon idea
That food should be tasteless
And men should be waistless
And down pints of water, not beer.
She says I’ve turned into a relic,
That my thinking is all in the past,
My era loved wasting and contaminasting,
While her’s wants the planet to last.
And so now I’ve decided to change things.
I’ve finally decided to please.
Her birthday is coming this weekend;
I’ll buy her some frozen peas.
Categories:
sullenly, children, food, humor, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.
Categories:
sullenly, emotions, family, mother son,
Form:
Free verse
Auditioned sleepless nights, varied embattled cries
A myriad of tears, from her baby boy’s eyes
A kind and caring soul, a gracious golden heart
As I watched my mother die, my world was torn apart
Another storm to weather, strong winds and pounding rain
A tortuous raging cancer, extensive heartache and pain
Mortality’s final eve, the end almost in sight
Then came a tailored visit, on this cold and dreary night
An evacuation of pain, a sanguine smile left to see
A man now stood in the corner, directly in front of me
This vision was just for her, I was unable to even look
She said that he was more beautiful than depicted in any book
With the passing of this moment, her anguish returned once more
Gone was the smile I had seen and my heart fell back to the floor
Like a ship out on the ocean, depleted of all its power
I sullenly drifting within, my mother’s final hour
Dramatically with no warning, she sat up and smiled again
From the edge of her bed, he said we’re going home my friend
The words my mother spoke, healed my heart down to its core
He simply took her hand, then the cancer was no more
11/20/2021
“V” New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
sullenly, mom,
Form:
Free verse