Blubbering Poems | Examples

Get Off Your Knees, Marlon

Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.

She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.

She left long ago on a streetcar to get away.
It's your fault she's gone. You and your drama.
You killed her desire.  That's what she said.
The conflicts you created left her in trauma.

You were the spider who sat down beside her,
the tiny creature that was much too hairy.
You brazenly acted as if you were a king,
but there's nothing about you that's scary.

After all this time, still blubbering for Stella?
You're a weeping wimp and it's pathetic
how you demean yourself time after time.
No one cares because you're not empathetic.

She waved farewell and made your life hell.
So, get off your knobby knees, Marlon.
Alice doesn't live here anymore. She left
and no longer wants to call you, 'Darlin.'

No Umbrella

Constant thunder, but no blubbering - the clouds are dry,
dark, sultry; and the soil is crying out for alcohol -
A little drink of pink champagne or whisky sour cocktail.
No umbrella!
Squeeze out the plenipotentiary sopped-up water
and let the thunderclouds rip, and roar with delightful glee.
Birds and insects, in hideaway, humming softly, resting.

3:00 AM, Bathroom Floor

It's three o'clock in the morning,
and I'm sitting here on the bathroom floor,
reliving that day—
reliving your death.

If only crying could ease the pain...
maybe I could live my life again.

But instead,
I close my eyes and hear my voice
blubbering to 911.

Dad is at work—he's safe.
I try to call Jaime,
but he hangs up
because I can't speak.

I'm trying to say you're dead
and Jacob's been shot,
but all that comes out
are tears and snot.

I think about Javier and Mom,
still outside,
still in danger,
unsure if they’re surviving
or joining you.

I'm trying—
trying to be calm,
to be collected,
but I hear each gunshot
as if it just happened.

I open my eyes
and look around.
I'm not at Mom and Dad's house.
I'm two hours away,
at my new place
where no one knows our story,
where no one knows about *that day*.

I should be happy.
I should take each moment
and make it great—
that’s what you would say to do.

But instead,
I’m here,
sitting on the bathroom floor,
wishing I could escape.

Bobbing for Planets

Dip 'em in caramelized honey or gummies
Without it, they taste kinda funny and runny
A Carnivale only for bobblehead gods
A barrel of laughs for the rest of us clods
That are blubbering bobbling bobbers bobbing 
For corn-on-the-cob

She is Not Most

She has no friends
Tells me this via text at 1:43 a.m.
I barely know her
A sliver of barely

She says her father has recently passed
Confides that she has no friends, no support group
She had spent her life helping her father
I find out later that her father has been gone twelve years

That is enough blubbering, wailing and keening for most.
She is not most.

Just a Bunch of Nonsense

Daze and days of penmanship
Potent perhaps a touch of sun
Shipshape warming of outlet ink
Ishmael invites a tale; I say: “stowaway”
Stop all blubbering; just get yammering
Yo ho soupmates, we must steer the ship
Stir golden pot of disbelief and brass tacks
Torrential corkscrew pasta, perhaps?
Pish posh of the alphabet riding the waves
Wending its way, each letter to the crew
Conspirators of sonnets, limericks and dust
Dangerous alliteration, elevation and descent
Decidedly dizain, free verse or blank; thats it?!

Mrs Grafftin Wheelchair Designer

Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style.

Lucy Lee Malady

Kept her malady a secret from the suiters who were smitten was Lucy Lee.
She rapidly dives from insanely happy to a blubbering withering sad little me.
Keep it to yourself her parents told her sisters and brothers and often too.
They wanted to get her married off, and sent off to Detroit, Miami or Timbuktu.

Lucy was an outgoing miss, as introverted as a wallboard in a cupboard.
She could go from zero to sixty in a flash said her neighbor Mrs. J. Hubbard.
The suiters who dated her more than once fled as if chased by a gator.
The one whose mother acted the same crazy way, married Lucy Lee later.

They Are Hurting

Shield yourself
the flying monkeys are hurting.

They want casualties,
they want recognition,
fame,
and it has to be you
that made then so furious and sad,
it is you they blame.

God helps us one by one,
He ties shoelaces,
makes sure our shirttails
are tucked in.
The monkey's wedgy,
a blubbering dubs their sore eyes,
and they are forever upset
and unsettled
that you do not ever
consider their feelings.

Be kind to them,
tell them they are okay
in a very special way.
God will keep them safe
in their indignant hell
until they are well.

Haze of Abhorrent Mystery

Sulfuric dew sonatas, rustling in a bobby reek
Vermillion of umbra and debased conundrums

Rosemary pulp extracted from the pulpy bosom.
wilting amid the cranberry tackle
blubbering irises with a tinge of snow

Crimson lava that has solidified.
painted with the scent of murdered love
No longer a viable supplement; prohibited.

Lilith's spells were drenched in blood hype.
In crisp dears, a neolithic Pandora box shivers.
It drizzled a steely dolefulness across my core.

Written: December 12, 2022

You'Ve Added Spice

Well as you say 
We make love every day
In place of the real thing
These words of love
Will suffice till that day
Our two hearts do sing

When our hearts do sing
And enjoy all the things
In each others arms again
As we sing songs of passion
Of loving enchantment
I think I'm going insane

Insane with desire
In my heart there's a fire
Burning only for you
For us as we bask
In each other's glow
A love that's forever true

The moment we meet
That moment so sweet
I will totally lose control
A blubbering pile
Of mush on the floor
My entire heart and soul

So to end this display
I'm babbling each day
Since you've come into my life
I forget who I am
Lost all sense of time
To my life you've added spice

Killer Whale Ambush

sea lions crying loud 
       orcas don’t sleep very much ~
            one blubbering mess



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Olympian Diva Dives

“The diva is high,” says the news,
“huge splash in the pool and a bruise.”
She scores off the scale.
She’s thin as a whale.
Crowd wades in her blubbering blues.

2/12/2022

Yaking Coworker

You are on a little roll today
I have no idea what he is speaking of
But I know one thing
He is always speaking

Yak Yak Yak
Yuk Yuk Yuk
Yak Yak Yak
Chat Chat Chat
Blab Blab Blab
Gossip Gossip Gossip
Constant blubbering and blathering

You are a wild woman he says
I ignore him
Not wanting to encourage
any more words to come out of his mouth

Tears of Purple Passion

Melodrama Tears of Purple Passion

Tears of purple passion rend the cloak of my soul in a sob act as
Sobbing rain rips apart the sinuous threads of my blubbering broken heart
I beat my chest in abandoned weeping lamentation, crying out in vain.

Oh that the trampled, wailing, crying rose of love
Could gather together her sobbing scattered petals again -
Feel again her glow crushed by winter's maudlin weeping in heliotropic hues

Oh that distress teardrops shed here in sobbing souls of rending grief
On this windswept barren path would grow flowers in their footsteps
Weeping no more, crying for joy in their miraculous transformation.

Oh let Goblin slowly beat drums of broken sorrow in sobbing rising surges
Waterworks of downbeats in pulsing litanies of crying blackest blackness 
Yet gather moaning cries as newborn jewels, treasure born of indigo Tears.

7-27-21 
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Contest:  The Goblins Jewel Box 1

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