Sulk Poems - Poems about Sulk

Why does the wind create that howl and with it such a sensation? It's in your heart, your mind, your soul. It seems to reach for your very cognition. You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk. The thinness of glass is so frightening; it tries to fight the mighty howl but cannot hold it back, as that blow drives against...

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The shadow sulked in a puddle of drool, Dribbling, it bawled out its eyes on a stool, Hot chocolate with tears, Starbursts and gummy bears, It’s hard to devour sweets when you’re a ghoul. 30/10/22...

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Sitting in my closed room Filled with a wave of bitter gloom, I hear your words outside Sounding like a curse to my awaiting doom. I know you think i'm wasting my time Doing things which seem to you a crime But you've no idea how bad it hurts As your words in my mind lingeringly chime. I wish...

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I will love you,even sulk. I will just wait for you. Whether you want me or not. I will still remember you. I will love you,even sulk. I will just wait for you. This life is my now named your. Whether It's gum me now,reward is yours. I will just laugh and say this. I was yours I will be yours. I will love you,even...

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You believe sulk,but do not forget this. Love is yours illuminating us. Without which you are nothing. And we also without yours nothing. Believe you sulk, but do not forget this. Stay ahead you,we are happy behind. But no,even then,we have some sad. You see me no longer turn, then where do you want to us enjoy. You believe sulk,but do not forget this. Love...

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Now We Stand And Sulk We were the two standoffish in a small pond. One day, how I wished we got carried away, to a rubbing of our fins and bellies, so fond. Life would have smiled on good fate, a favorable life, how my eyes belay. Instead gloom frowned on and on, off and off, over and over. At worst it brought me...

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Left alone to sit n sulk of stresses there's a bulk all leave the house at nine I'm left only to sit n whine we live in a mansion maintaining it is a tension all get back only to dine hungry inmates for food pine they take it for granted that ill have cooked all ,that's wanted none to lend a helping hand morning to...

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In the fry oil of your frustration, You've turned into someone stranger than fiction, by your callous action A heartless love affair had it your way and I was having a good day Until you and I were led astray by disarray and disapproved yay My...heart...is...torn...apart... The moment you and I decide to depart My...heart...is...torn...apart... The silly words you say had...

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There is a sense that permeates our souls That places value on the good of all. Humankind is viewed then as a whole. Blame not allocated to a Fall. Shall we believe that God can sulk for aeons That he will torment creatures for their sin? Such theories are dilemmas to our brains And put us in a race...

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Not only the one who sulks does barely nothing, he also bums out the rest of his acquaintances, diminishing their cheerfulness and good will, strewing this distressing mentality among other folks, getting their minds infected with his contagious stress It's all but inherent in humans to mope now and then, yet there are fellows who do...

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