Short Sappy Poems
Short Sappy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sappy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sappy by length and keyword.
I feel so sad, but then happy
I'm leaving this land, but I'll be free
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What's the theme of my next limerick
I ponder this query often it's quite a kick
Could be happy
Could be sappy
Could be the bestest limerick I ever clicked
In the dictionary beside the word “happy”
Is a picture of this old happy pappy
Trust me there's a shot
I do kid you not
Of this handsome old devil grinning looking sappy
In the dictionary beside the word “happy”
Is a picture of this old happy pappy
Trust me there's a shot
I do kid you not
Of this handsome old devil grinning looking sappy
Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting
Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse it, there's a danger of extroverting
Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting
Like a sappy fruit
in vice of time,
a slobber root -
a top cut by a knife.
Thick drops in a pot
down slowly trickle,
hold firmly a cup,
set off a ripple.
Must hoe one's row,
time, here, I see,
for muck and your
fruits marc will be.
Knowing in that moment,
That it was meant to be.
It opened up my eyes,
And changed my life for me.
All I knew was sorrow,
Pain and infidelity.
Then I found happiness,
In the oddest place to me.
There was real true love,
I knew this to be true.
And who is this love, you ask?
Why, of course, it's you!
I remember, do you,
age appropriate for two
grandparents like you,
when sixty-nine
was a thing that you do
when you're hot twenty-and-a-few
too many.
I remember, do you,
grandmother's party at the zoo,
Happy SixtyNine on her cake
smelled and spelled like "Mistake",
Happy BodyDay to you two,
each doing who,
sweet memories
too.
sweet stain of her
against the soul
a sky strong pollen...
the purest gold-
a caress of satin,
tasting sugar seeds
for one flaming moment
we often bleed-
whorled moonlight
mangled sheets
(Hills of hell
valleys of ecstasy)
will
hearts soar with the sun
or drift away...
will they dance together
or simple walk...walk away
The stars remind me of all the memories;
They’re vague, but still there.
I remember the way we would laugh,
what changed?
The days went by at the speed of light,
we got lost in the clouds.
At night we’d stay up just to talk,
getting lost in the constellations.
The late night wind would blow through our hair;
not strong enough to muse it.
We stared up at the sky,
sharing our ideas on what could be out there.
We were kings,
where did that go?
Everything is ok,
at least that’s what the world sees.
Inside I’m slowly breaking,
falling to my knees.
You’ll never know of my fears,
my thoughts deep down inside,
they’ll stay in there forever,
they were always meant to hide.
Confusion sweeps over my face
every now and then
but little do you realize
there’s so much more within.
Inside I’m breaking down,
screaming, crying, dying a little,
but that’s ok, you’ll never know,
I’ll hide my thoughts forever.
How did we get here,
standing face to face?
I look into your eyes my dear,
and I find my safe place.
I have these feelings that you don’t reciprocate,
I guess I’m the only one to blame.
Maybe this isn’t really fate,
I should be done with all your games.
But standing here next to you,
I know I could never escape;
your games are addictive boo,
your every move leaves my mouth agape.
You’re fascinating in every way,
maybe thats why its so hard to forget about you.