Saggy Poems | Examples

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When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.

ever mother

She gave way for you,
Hard time breathe for you,
Sleepless nights for you,
Under the blooming sun for you,
In the sobbing rain for you,
With her saggy body 'cuz of you,
Stifling and reshuffling her melancholy 'cuz of you,
Trapped in a room lit with arrogant love 'cuz of you,
In the state of feminine violation just for you,
Tied in her weary back for hours just you,
She screams when  prey, to hurt come to you,
She calls every moment to know haven is for you,
She is always here for you,
Ever mother, ever mother for you.

My Marriage Vow

I send you roses today, my dear
For the sun is clear
And my heart is fair.

My love letter to you, I feared
Is long gone undelivered
It's outdated, here in my heart is reserved.

How time flies, years gone our marriage
Thickened by hardship and with some baggage
We carried on together our lives we still manage

Now, have we outgrown, of Peter fans and winds, how lively
Of white hairs, of saggy skins has shown, how shiny
Having pass all therein the test of time, we breath so lovely.

Malady of Heavy Sighs

Suddenly
when melancholy arrived,
she engraved the words 'sad' 
deep into my manic mind.
Then abandoned me in 
a pit of sinister silence.

Who turned out the lights
inside the moon?

Now the horizon looks like tar 
and the voices become louder.
Every morning is a miserable melody
in this malady of heavy sighs.
I strum the invisible strings 
of my mourning mandolin,
but they keep on weeping 
in a chilling refrain,
as each note cuts deeper.
Now my bed is like a crimson river,
soaking in stains of regret,
as daggers of stubbornness,
stab like unspoken words.

These tears taste so acidic.
Eyes feel saggy with dark circles,
like droopy, decaying flowers and
I don't know if I'm tired
or aging too quickly,
so they remain closed.

Time ticks too slowly,
as I remain in stillness,
with a hollow cocoon heart.
Its shell full of cracks,
waiting for happiness to 
knock on the door.

what botox can't fix

A boob who was rather naggy
Said to its mate we're too saggy
Without more support
I'm afraid dear cohort
We're nuts in pants that look baggy

The Hots

i got a ghostly
mostly moist handful of you
i got a mind
that's top heavy with you
it spills over with you
leaks you
I pant like a Parisian poodle for you

my baggy saggy heart
is packed to the hilt with you
my soggy boggy parts
pine for you

you told me to go to hell
and i went for a while
but came back
with a picture of you
tattooed all over my eyes
and
there were hot flames
under my hots
for you
also my burning boots
and socks

this day i dedicate
to my loss of control
my needy desperateness
my unrestraint
my ill-advised
madcap
rash and heedless
love

i celebrate you
and the fact
that you don't give a damn for me

maybe you will come around
change your low opinion of me
shoot the breeze with me

so for now dearest
please put down that shotgun

Two Women

She has red lips and dimples
round rabbit eyes
brushing hair
waving over a broad forehead
is coming
her slender legs are long
The ends of skirt sway over lap
Her waist is an ant's
Her breasts are making the softest curves
Her neck is neither long nor short, neither thick nor thin
Her face is as round as an egg
Her nose is neither arrogant nor servile
she come closer to me
moment passing by me
But my eyes still following her
i fall over I stand up without shame and raising head
Then a woman standd in front of me
sat down clouds from the blue sky
her head and saggy shoulders
Broken and worn jacket blowing in the wind
and hold in her right hand
She leans on an old cane
She takes a step that is difficult to take even one step
catches a breath for a while
she talks to me
a furoshiki in left hand
As she lays it down at my feet
she talks.to me
"Can you deliver this to my daughter in front of us?"
i get her gift
I take her hand and start following her
keeping the best distance.

I Gotta Shet

Stomach in knots 
Knots of doubt 
Knots cursing at my anxiety
Sweating into panic mode 
Thoughts racings 
Praying no one knows 
Is it obvious I gotta shet?!
I’m mad my stomach bubbling 
I’m mad I can’t hold this shet any longer

I gotta shet away this pain 
Pain of not good enough 
I’m not worthy
Why I’m so chubby 
Why my ass so flat 
My body not society standards 

I gotta shet the worry away
The worry’s of tomorrow 
My 401k plans meeting my retirement quota 
Dodging being pulled over while black
My fellow sister keeping her foot on my neck
Rejected from opportunities to prosper 
Being judged on my natural hair
Will he love my stretch marks
Saggy skin

I gotta shet the sadness away
Sadness that I can’t win 
Win to get ahead in life 
I’m always coming up short 
I’m labeled trash compared to a foreigner 
I’m going shet this color shame away 
I’m shetting the anxiety away 
Knots lighting up 
Shet this load off my back 
Released the blockages

Fear

Walking down the street
My head hung low in defeat
Stepped in out of the cold 
Guess I'm getting kinda old
Put my self in a cage
Trying to beat the rage
Must be my age
Bodies feeling kinda saggy
My tail not so waggy
As I'm shaking off the cold
Feeling not so bold
Looking around I see 
People no better off than me
Hard times are here
Looking around I see fear
What are we going to do
When there no food to chew
No roof over our head
Done been kicked out of my bed
Feet tired of walking
Ears tired of the talking
Looking for a job 
But I look like a slob.
Can't find no shower 
So I smell like no flower
Seems like the end of time
So I make up this silly rhythm
Just to ease my mind
Take what ever break you find
Just to get by.
When the cost of living is so high

My Mirror Looking Back

the years have added
to my patina in ways
that were not pre-approved

they crept up
one saggy whimper
one tiny wrinkle at a time

sly and sneaky
perfidious and insidious 
emphatically inclined

till one day barely recognizable
the years took their toll
adding much to my patina



AP: 3rd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022

A Love That Never Strays

Though we will never meet
she enters my dreaming mind
walks into a room for two
and I know she is mine forever.

Guardian angel, Guardian Goddess,
Guardian reader?
Nope, she's a dog,
a saggy jowled Blood Hound
I name Betty.

We walk the wooded ways,
we spend the days in any weather,
alone with nature.

One day she will be human
and maybe I the dog,
so until we are put down
or raised up
we will travel side by side,

then perhaps
we will reincarnate together,
as real as any Disney cartoon
only better.

Down the Staircase

Up the Staircase
?

Your feet reluctantly begin
to climb the broken, filthy stairs,
in this hell-hole of outcast ones,
without someone who even cares.

Stairs stink of urine and feces.
They reek of cooking cheap fast food.
You know when you get to the top,
you won’t find one thing that is good.

Women who sell themselves for food,
or a bottle; a hit of dope.
Uncombed hair, dirty nails lined black,
no pride or the least bit of hope.

Here live the cowboys who let men
ride them so they can pay the rent.
Some sweaty man who stinks of filth,
that a pimp on a corner sent.

A saggy mattress with roaches
and mouse-holes, a yellow pillow
stiff with things you do not want to
know, sheets as rough as old Brillo.

Here they live and here they all die,
unremembered, unrepentant.
Potter’s field is the next stop, but it
at least has no outrageous rent.

Khushboo of My Life

A sense of euphoria grips me from head to toe.
When i think about the memories we share,
from those fun times to the most vulnerable moments.
My hands feel numb
eyes feel saggy
legs feel tired
the heart palpitates.
the breathe feels wheezy.
I just want to unravel the fabric stitched into highways
and tear away distance between us.
In  my dreams you came and said
"Dilan i love you," but it's ephemeral.
With hard feelings i have to say, i never met you
but your presence surrounded me every moment that passed.
A puffed up ego is what i had until you came in my life and those frowns turned into smiles.
You being the typical biology student once said" It requires 64 muscles to frown but only 18 to smile, so why put yourself in so much trouble and hardwork."
I laughed at those words every time i read our chats.
The vibes we had were so pure, that you always made me feel secure.
The day will come soon,
when we will be together.
A fresh revelation of passion
a long hug and no distance to bother,
just you and me forever.
My love for you will never subside,
thank you,
 for being  the khushboo of my life.

Wearing Saggy Pants With Pride

wearing saggy pants
misinformed about meaning
the wise inmates laughed

I Really Miss Your Muffin Top

I really miss your muffin-top
                           when you are far away
Your saddle-bags I long to touch
                       so come on home to play

My pigeon toes are not the same
                   without your crows feet near
My choppers miss your cooking too
                     it “taint” the same my dear

Is my beer belly on your mind
                        love handles do you miss
and how about my double chin
                        can you live with out this

So bring on back your thunder thighs
                           your saggy bottom too
Your fat beau-legged Valentine
                            now sorely misses you

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