Suck Up Poems | Examples

EVERY FAMILY GOT ONE

Every family got one
That one family member who
You won't invite to the cook-out
Because you know that they'll
Do something stupid to turn it out
And pissed everyone off, might 
Even cause a fight to breakout
Every family got one
That one family member 
Who's the jokester, who sit
Around and tell those tall tales and
Have everybody laughing even
Though you know they're lying
Through their teeth
Every family got one
That one family member 
Who's greedy and tries to suck up
All the liquor knowing they can't handle it
But tries anyway
And falls on everyone even the ground
Every family got one
That one family member who
Tots off plates of food
To their car claiming not wanting to cook
The next day but you know that they're
Just being hoggish over food

John Doe

The chase after door was ajar.
From window to window, that far.
The buzz in my ear,
The fly needs to fear.
The whiz of my swatter on par.

“I’m hit,” says the fly, out of steam.
Is it truly dead or a scheme?
Over and over…
its eyes ice over.
I suck up the fly with air stream.

Dear Dad, you’ll be happy to know
the fly you let in, had to go
The show he put on -
Its buzz, it is gone.
It's buried in the bag - a John Doe.

SUCK UP

Move or walk 
With those you confide in
So you can do whatever you want
Without being fearful or timid.

Pay attention 
So you don't, fall a victim 
You never pay twice 
Maybe you lost attention 
Letting your opposition 
To  take advantage of you again.

Stay strong, stand firm
But be fragile 
To those 
Who wanna see you on top
Not low, so they can glow
Your circle, your elevator 
Into another realm or level 
The people you keep either make or break you, be aware!

sucking it up

An empty leader can feel like a king
And every waking minute without pause
Seek small brain rewards and shun self-made flaws
Expressing great thirst for some bloody bling
So what if the weakest lose everything?
Steal stuff from the tables of Santa Claus
Suck up wealth faster with industry’s straws
Make each transaction end with a ka-ching
From whom every last drop of gold could spring 
Take bigger bites with the greediest jaws
Justify the cause by chewing up laws
Stop all redress, sting the needy and sing:
“I can’t get no satisfaction near here   
So I’ll grab all action others find dear”

why does she get two familiars

why does she get two familiars? The other witches asked their Daddies.
They had no idea, but her parents did drive three brand new Caddies.
Perhaps they are on the take, criminals, one suggested with glee.
Poof, the little witch turned that Daddy into an elm tree.

Maybe she did something wonderful, another Daddy said.
Little witch thought he was a suck up, and turned him into a bed.
The third daddy kept his mouth shut, seeing women’s wrath before.
He had six older sisters, whose antics most of us would deplore.

I’m Beautiful

You flip and flap like a flip flop 
side with the side that is on top 
but it’s ever changing like a tik tok 
all you do is suck up like a lip lock 

Always seeking out the route to glory 
Being Right is the title of your story 
never wrong as that shows you’re faulty 
insecurities got you faking conformity 

Warped perspective 
and you’re a detective 
reject subjective 
progressive expert 
no more exclusion 
all out inclusion 
we must collude in 
now keep it cruising 
it’s a new dawn 
forget your choosing 
we’re the same form 
no more refusing 
remove the stain 
but I’m refusing 
and I do warn 
you won’t convert me 
into this ordinary 
lame deformity 
worded normally 
uniformly 
as if numb is what I’d become 
a uni one on a mono run
because god has made me 
awkward baby 
maybe crazy 
but the brain ain’t lazy 
abomination 
no regulation 
no rules were placed upon my creation 
I’m free to speak 
I’m weird unique 
I’m beautiful 
you’re miserable 
Woke liberal

6:53 PM

I thought I got over 
The feeling of 
Wanting to die
In 12th grade.

I’m walking in a dead town 
Desaturated from its life.
The foggy weather doesn’t help.
It only clouds up my vision.

Why do I feel like dying?
Or did this town suck up 
All of the life inside of me.
I’m an empty husk walking

Memories flood in as I walk
They weren’t enough to change
The thoughts and feelings I have.
I’ll head to the beach instead.

I stand on muddy sand and cry.
Each tear falls with the rain.
I walk closer to the stormy waves 
The currents take me away.

I start to drown and not fight back.
Let it consume me just like this sadness.
Leave my body to rot on the shore.
Don’t pull me out.

As my eyes begin to shut
I cough, I’m back where I stood

Big Gal

I’m a really big gal from Africa.
My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got.
You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat.
I hang out with my gal pals. We socialize a lot.

I focus my attention on the children of my group.
For about three years my own calf’s like a jewel.
We’re smart, and we have feelings, so why are we abused?
They kill my kind for ivory. Don’t you think that’s cruel?

About my trunk – it’s really a fantastic thing.
I suck up water with it; it’s a snorkel when I swim around.
My tusks I use when eating and for defense if I should fight.
My skin’s so thick retaining water it helps me to cool down.

I love that I can eat about three quarters of the day!
I use vibrations, touch and smell to communicate.
My memory is likely better than your human memory is,
yet we are being killed off fast. It’s sad because we’re so great!

As One Walks Away; Never To Return

Like a winter sunset
What, too, fading
For a sung piece, as dismal
Hearts that can suck up no more
Damp moods sink in

This farewell's sights and sounds.
Worst. Death projects!
In offering hope, do raise
Of meeting up with again
No such prospects.

I Know But I Choose To Ignore

I let it slip away
I know who was right who was wrong.
I know the truths and the lies.
I know the fake ones and the real ones.
I know your ways more than you do.
I know the tricks you play.
I know the ways you suck up to people.
I know the relations far long before you do.
I know the fakeness all right..
That's why I talk.

I talk not out of need but pity.
I talk not out of loneliness but sympathy.
I talk with you not for the days you have your real ones.
I talk with you for the days you have none.

I ignore your backtalks.
I ignore them not because I want someone to talk with.
I ignore them because of the lameness.
I ignore them because of the fits of laughter i fall in after hearing that.

That's why I say.
I know your ways your tricks your habits.
I know the things you are good at but,
I know ur weaknesses too..
I know them the things... Your "best friends"were kind enough to tell me.

My Old Fashioned Brain

Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot

For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily

My brain's used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom

Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars

Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”

Raindrops In a Passion Cup

Ripples from a rain fill a bowl of passion.
Small ducks quacking in a waddled fashion.
A light breeze blew across the soft fur.
The brown beach beckons for one to occur.
Making stained-glass-like hand gesture.
As a stepping stone leading to a joy banner. 

To the sky, a foreboding twilight blue.
The cleft is ruffled and tossed through.
Marigolds remain in the midst of serenity.
Shrinkage of the feeble results in nullity.
With mother's thinking resolves all hope.
To the summit of a dizzyingly steep slope. 

In the shape of a duck cloud, it is resting.
Fields are flung at the worst of the gathering.
I finally started by plucking a vibrant blossom.
I went up the tower, like a gentle heirloom.
They're diminishing, like dewdrops on grain.
Against a red sky, lost echoes suck up the pane.

Written: April 13, 2022

Meaningful

Perhaps, the ocean's more for those 
of us who can't swim. At least,
I choose to believe that.
I like to sit on the shore, close enough 
for the waves to wash over me
up just above my hips.
There is a heaviness on my heart
as I watch them tussle amongst themselves ---
rising, and then falling flat, 
much like exhausted lovers, gasping for air.
There is Grace beneath their battle;
each one knowing no matter which of them
reaches the shore first, they will all be victorious.
And, as ferocious the competition,
there is a mutual respect for the tenacity of the other...
the ability of each to be overcome by the greater,
yet, somehow, suck up enough oxygen  
to sustain them.
Emerging defiant,   determined,   destined. 
They violently reach the shore and then
disperse;  spilling themselves over me
and all of the other beach gods who either can not,
or will not violate their sanctuary.
Then,  after examining us thoroughly, 
determining us neither friend nor foe,
they quietly retract...
retreating back into their domain,
leaving us weak, wet and wondering
what all of the fussing was really about 
to begin with.

Suck Up a Chocolate Shake

L-et Monday morning break, 
U-nderneath the blue lane; 
C-omfort and warmth keep
Y-our heart away from pain.

S-uck up a chocolate shake, 
U-sing a small straw piece; 
A-llow the sweetness to stay, 
R-emaining inside to please.
E-arly twenty-third January, delight denies the heartache; 
Z-estfully enjoy your birthday, suck up a chocolate shake.

Plastic

Plastic

A piece of plastic around world
Gathered in one place by wind and flow 
Called ocean
Human knows the danger of plastic
And it takes 20 to 30years to be recycled into dust 
The place called ground if it gets full 
Now it’s time for ocean to cover up the mass
Pieces of plastic
floats fishes eat the plastic
Mammal like whale suck up plastic with water
Even sea birds are already eaten pieces of plastic
What happen it goes inside of our mouth
Will we get hurt or sick?
Why don’t we think about us 
What happens if the mother of earth called ocean ruined 
Is it time to think about new solution or recycle?

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