Sulked Poems | Examples

She Smoked

She smoked

She smoked, 
my mother did, a LOT!
I never liked it.
To me she looked like
of those “molls” in 
detective magazines,
later on television, 
cigarette dangling 
from the corner 
of her mouth
acrid smoke
curling up (she didn’t inhale)
choking the air
as she played cards
or worked
at her desk.

To be sure,
there were “issues”
between husband and wife.
Mid-Great Depression
Dad out of work
or out of town for work
alone with
kids to manage
clothe and feed 
with what?
So she smoked.

Small family Jewish
grocer let bills run up.
Smoking a comfort?
Housedresses, nothing new,
shoes needed for kids.
Teeth bad, pull them.
Children need dental care.
Sharp tongue cutting
no whining
“Just get on with it”.
Hurt, not understanding
we sulked. She smoked

Smoking and smoking
taking in relatives
with lost jobs, lost homes,
sick or in need, managing somehow
depressed (never admit it)
feeling put down,
frustrated, underrated 
and underappreciated
never accomplished anything
worthwhile with her
college degree.
But, in her own way,
a saint in a housedress 
Smoking away the grief.

Childhood Image

Their smiles beamed, for they dreamed together,
sharing Barbies, goodies, and even hands.
Aware of my aloneness, it seemed I wasn't there; 
even Brown Bear didn't understand.

Staring into a disquieted mind, I sulked my secluded self.


Translucent tears stained my face a pale gray,
as bleak as rain clouds, blocking sun's reach.
Furrowed brows, droopy cheeks, and thin lips 
transformed me into a monsterous beast.

Is this hideous, shunned image who I am?


Affixed friends would glow and float into true beauty
like sun painting the beach.
Their smiles were like whispy horizons, eyes glazed like sand granules, feet gliding like waves to the shore.

Are the pretty girls worth so much more?


3-6-2025

Immaculate Deception

There once was a sad husband named Sid, 
Sulked that sex with his spouse was forbid. 
Demure and devout, 
She wouldn’t put out, 
Until after they had their first kid!

Elusive

I thought I had it nailed.
The poem glittered bright.
I quickly grabbed a pen
and set myself to write.

But that poem ran away
just as I turned my back.
It stayed just out of reach,
A’laughing at my lack.

I stamped my foot and cried.
I sulked and turned away,
pretended that I didn’t need
to write at all that day.

I thought I would give up,
maybe try another tack, 
but slowly, one by one,
the guilty words crept back.

They ran into my brain, 
making phrases as they went,
and there my poem formed,
as had been my intent.

How Ye Played Your Trick, O Ego

Many my joys ye robbed, rob still, 
Lifelong ye played on me your trick.

Rather than cure blown bubble’s ill, 
Ye destroyed my self double quick.

When hurt O Imposter evil,
You sulked and made the real me sick.

Your whims needed a curing pill
In the form of a whacking stick.

Truth of atman walks nude at will,  
But you loved gilded lies to lick.

You often talked of sun’s great chill, 
And made my serene nights look bleak.

Tried, tame my mind to climb uphill,
And made it chase your false logic.

But no more, I now know to deal
With you, just wait for my last kick.
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Couplets |24.01.2023| mind, mischief

The Big Halloween Sulk

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

Disgruntled Are the Once Gruntled Poets

The Gods created music
so poets would not have to talk.
The dramatic or moody warblers
stood forth.
Now we had a sing-song mouth
for the scribes.

You’d think that both singers and writers
would be content to plaster the page and air
with these heaven-sent arts,
but
no,
poets sulked, grew sullen
their egos swollen to an eighth degree.

None could not be silent,
And so they invented ‘slam’ and ‘jam’
and every which way
to yells at us -
as if anyone gave a damn.

Let Me Say : An Untold Love Story

Let me say....

I don't know you, let me say
This heart fell for you, let me say
How long, how far and why?...
This love sprouted for you, let me say

I don't speak, but let me say
This word unspoken, let me say
hesitated, stuttered and sly....
This emotion brought for you, let me say

I don't look at you, but let me say
This beauty not complimented, let me say
sulked, grimaced and eyes full of tears....
This bliss of love for you, let me say

I don't stalk your path day long, but let me say
This step, slowed, paused, let me say
Heard, waited, praised and why?....
This impatience in your heart, let me say

I don't stare at you, but let me say,
This thousand words in glimpse, let me say
stretched, faster heartbeat and ran away....
This unspoken love for you, let me say

I don't live alone, but with your thoughts, let me say
This gaze of your for me, Oh! Let me say
bulging, rampaging and burning why?....
This hidden care for me, baby, let me stay.

I now know you, That I love you, Let me say.

Before I Ran Out of Blood

I've been writing countless poems all my life 
With tears as my medium, unpigmented ink
While sulked in the chair where you used to sit on
Words became traces of what was once an unbreakable link.

Done! But the final outputs turned out impalpable,
Unreadable, even my tear-stained eyes started to bleed
Half-crazy, miserable, palpitating over black coffee
How long have I been a prisoner of this cranky bed?

So, I tried to draw blood again from my pale wrists
And wrote my dreams on the coffee-smudged pad
Of you and me dancing under the pale moonlight
T'was but a vague dream, surreal but so sad!

As tears outlined my scrawny cheeks, I wrote this:
"I've been writing poems for you but,
Please read this before I run out of blood..."
My bad! No apologies, I know I've hurt you a lot.

True Love Miracles

As what lights up, and suddenly
Gives it everlasting fame;
That once dim-walked part of it;
Or what sadder, dimmer
And ever unspotted, lane-sulked
For city's lonely shame;

At just the right time and place
With scroll a-flutter in hand
Fate's Archangel! In whose outline
Unfuzzed if foggier
What in the person of True Love
Before them now does stand.

3-D Printing

Obviously, he could not include
internal organs all of those biological systems,
beside he was a little fuzzy
about what went where.

He had 3-D printed a chair,
testing his and the machines skills,
its four legs walked around for an hour
bumping into walls and stumbling over curled rugs
but then would walk no more.
It was relegated to another room
where it still sulked.
Next time he might try to make one
with eyes.

She would have to be hollow.
Brains would be tricky also,
best to have emptiness between her ears,
however he could copy eyes, nose, and mouth
and all other facial features. 
He probably could work from memory
regarding her sexual parts.

When his wife came home and found a shell of a woman
lounging on the couch and giggling at his amusing quips
she asked him to 3-D print a gun and bullets for her
he did, 
of course but should have known better
for later that night she shot them both with it.

Herd It B4

A genie was rubbed the wrong way
And sulked in a bottle all day
When its Master drank
It pulled a sly prank
And hid the way to San Jose

Hapless Cletus O'Toole

Cletus O'Toole sulked 'neath the mistletoe

   Pining for a kiss by chicks to bestow

      They tittered as they passed by

         Noting his jean's open fly

            All 'cept Cletus were enjoying the show

Lazy Rudolph

Old Rudolph was lazy this year.
Did not want to pull, that was clear.
He sulked in his stall
and started to bawl.
St. Nick had a problem, I fear.

Mrs. C. announced, “I’ll fix that.
I’ll knit him a warm winter hat.
he’ll have a good day;
report to the sleigh.
I’ll see him right now for a chat.”

But Rudolph was stubborn and hard.
“No hat. I won’t step in the yard.
I want better feed;
that is all I need.”
And then he played out his trump card.

“It will be so snowy tonight,
that Santa will need my bright light,
as he goes his way,
with his magic sleigh,
or he’ll find himself with a plight.

Mrs. Claus went inside to bake.
Gingerbread she thought she would make.
Should appease Rudolph
and get the team off,
so she whipped them up in a shake.

He ate up that goodie with glee,
‘til not any crumbs could he see.
“So let’s hitch me up;
I have had my sup.”
So Santa took off, one, two, three!

To Have and To Hold

Today I sat down with my palms on my chin
I thought and thought, all I could think
Knowing very well life's conquering thick and thin
But this reality could not keep me asleep even a wink!

"Why do you keep all the good that I need?"
I asked God 
"Child, what you think you need is beyond man's deed,"
He whispered so gently
"What man can give, cannot last"
"What I keep for you surpasses all past."
His voice was still, soothing and reassuring

Then my mind reeled and wheeled
Like a tape of film, I saw the faces of them that I loved so
All gone like mist
Thinking of you,
I sulked.......for someday you would be gone too
But then I smiled courageously
Knowing that when mine time comes
I will eternally have you, to love and to hold!

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