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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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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My Husbands
by Robert William Service
My first I wed when just sixteen
And he was sixty-five.
He treated me like any queen
The years he was alive.
Oh I betrayed him on the sly,
Like any other bitch,
and how I longed for him to die
And leave me young and rich!
My second is a gigolo
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I'm so over this Kurdish thing - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
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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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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.
......
"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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