Irony Poems
A Wife In London (December, 1899)
by Thomas Hardy
I--The Tragedy
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the City lanes have uprolled,
Behind whose webby fold on fold
Like a waning taper
The street-lamp glimmers cold.
A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
Flashed news is in her hand
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The True Born Englishman (Excerpt)
by Daniel Defoe
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Thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
That het'rogeneous thing, an Englishman:
In eager rapes, and furious lust begot,
Betwixt a painted Britain and a Scot.
Whose gend'ring off-spring quickly learn'd to bow,
And yoke their heifers to the Roman plough:
From whence a mongrel half-bred race there came,
With neither name, nor nation, speech nor fame.
In whose hot veins new mixtures quickly ran,
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The Man Who Could Write
by Rudyard Kipling
Shun -- shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink
Has ruined many geese who dipped their quills in 't;
Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink
Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in 't.
There may be silver in the "blue-black" -- all
I know of is the iron and the gall.
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen,
Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been.
In a luckless moment he discovered men
Rise to high position through a ready pen.
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the foul
by Shri Vats
I am the fool atop the world
laughing at those who try to climb up.
I teach ancient knowledge only made yesterday
I speak about free will when i am told to.
I am the fool atop the world
throwing stones at those who challenge me
I claim to speak the truth but sell lies instead
I truly Believe that i am humble
Yet i build statues to spread my name
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Irony
by David Herbert Lawrence
Always, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart.
A come and go of March-day loves
Through the flower-vine, trailing screen;
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Agnes M. and May
by Joe Cyr
(elegy)
Prologue
In a small New England town, in a Church cemetery
at edge of a family plot with room scarce to bury,
stand twin stones to Agnes M. 1887 – 1897,
and to May, who in chiseled 1901 birth year also entered Heaven.
Missing burial records for these two is a local mystery,
As to why memorials appeared many years later, we are not yet privy.
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"The weight of an empty bag."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Every morning and every night,
every time I look at that metal glass,
I see myself- slouched forward,
strained arms and tensed eyes.
Every walk gets harder, every step gets more tiring,
there is no drop of water,
that can quench the thirst of my throat,
quell the drought of in my bones.
Overwhelmed- yes I am,
over thinking- I always am,
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The Burn
by Kirsten Moreton
(A burn is a Scottish word for a stream or a creek)
‘And I become one with the wild’,
He writes sat with feet in the burn,
Not too far from the warmth of a fire.
The fire will burn out and leave a pile for someone to see later,
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the foul
by Shri Vats
I am the fool atop the world
laughing at those who try to climb up.
I teach ancient knowledge only made yesterday
I speak about free will when i am told to.
I am the fool atop the world
throwing stones at those who challenge me
I claim to speak the truth but sell lies instead
I truly Believe that i am humble
Yet i build statues to spread my name
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Sarcasm
by Sharon Morgan
How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
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