Best İronic Poems

it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry
it's funny how forever never seems to last
it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past
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Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
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Its funny how hello is always accompanied with good-bye
Its funny how remembering good memories can make you cry
Its funny how forever never seems to really last
Its funny how much you'd lose if you forgot your past
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Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves
Yellowing slowly in the moss
And far away barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Your memory better still your tender presence was there too
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Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the dark garage
With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
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I

Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
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Our nature is an unmatched art gallery
Items are in the best form held in vast territory
Arranged level by level, stage by stage in whole periphery,
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Black ants have made a musty mound
My purple pine tree under,
And I am often to be found,
Regarding it with wonder.
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Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
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The Man that hath great griefs I pity not;
’Tis something to be great
In any wise, and hint the larger state,
Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot!
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The five old bells
Are hurrying and eagerly calling,
Imploring, protesting
They know, but clamorously falling
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'TU...QUI...TU!

(for the onlie begetter of this ensuing verse - Mr. M.T.)
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Midway his upward unavailing course
Sate Sisyphus, his back against his load,
Halting a moment from that task of doom.
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Its funny how hello is alway accompanied with goodbye,
Its funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
Its funny how forever never really seems to last,
Its funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.
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À Victor Hugo
Ant-like city, city full of dreams,
where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!
Mysteries everywhere are the sap that streams
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Your head, your gesture, your air,
are lovely, like a lovely landscape:
laughter’s alive, in your face,
a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.
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I
Une Idée, une Forme, un Etre
Parti de l'azur et tombé
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New born
and strawberry blond!
Your tiny head
thatched like your father's
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À Victor Hugo
I
Andromaque, je pense à vous! Ce petit fleuve,
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Your wrapped but perfidious smiles,
haunting me,
like strikes of ironic fate,
while i am walking through,
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Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle,
Femme impure! L'ennui rend ton âme cruelle.
Pour exercer tes dents à ce jeu singulier,
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The famous Poet Laureate
of North Dakota State
has been suspended on full pay
just because one merry day
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Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
death.

So beautiful appeared my death - knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.
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Sorrow poison is dark as rain,
Love Elixir is bright as the sunshine.
Between the two you have:
The passionate Romance
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They found him at the end of his Rainbow;

face down.
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She sat upon her Seven Hills
She rent the scarlet robes about her,
Nor yet in her two thousand years
Had ever grieved that men should doubt her;
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Gracious and lovable and sweet,
She made his jaded pulses beat,
And made the glare of streets grow dim
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IT MAY have been a fragment of that higher
Truth dreams, at times, disclose;
It may have been to Fond Illusion nigher—
But thus the story goes:
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I knew I could never let you go...
With the song 'the wind blows' playing..

I knew somehow.. I had to..
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Day after day, week after burning week,
A ruthless sun has sucked the forest dry.
Morn after anxious morn men's glances seek
The hills, hard-etched against a harder sky.
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There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.

There was a gathering of spaces
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Ghost Poem 1 (Where Ghosts Hide)

Under lock and key, in dark corners

They are the shadows of the past
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HIGHWAY MAINTENANCE

PREAMBLE
I was stuck in a traffic jam behind that traditional Summer occasion called "ROAD WORKS". I was behind a big van
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A celebration of the grace
of the past, or
a celebration of the grace
of today?
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I thought the path would lead to a more familiar purpose
Wandering in silence; alone
I used to enjoy the soundtrack of the birds,
The freshness of the sun,
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''Master Chef’ TV
No.1 Choice, population
Half are now Obese
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I am supposed to teach them something
and it's a bit ironic because I've always believed
I can teach them only what they already know
or want to know
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I've always admired horses
and I guess I most surely always will
No legend without em' complete
The unsung heroes of any heroic battle
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Harvard, 1914
SIR, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve
A high occasion. Our New England wears
All her unrivalled beauty as of old;
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She’s lying on the bed, comatose
No familiar faces around, she could stare
Ironic, there was a smell of calitos
Rising up breezily into the air
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Probably I am an ordinary middle-class
believer in individual rights, the word
"freedom" is simple to me, it doesn't mean
the freedom of any class in particular.
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Long on the edge I stood,
Gazing into the chasm
A chasm of beautiful and ironic distortion
Something I've dreamed of, yet dreaded.
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All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Let me praise him with a humble,
Daring and ironic curse:
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CLAUSTROPHOBIC….

the ardent sun
is having pun
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A LUMP:

For a month and more I've had a neck 'lump' ……,
like a burl on a ….Redwood tree stump.
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A slam of door
Bang!
and one bruise was formed
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How can you lie so still? All day I watch

And never a blade of all the green sod moves
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it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye

it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry
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sometimes i feel like im the only being
on the entire blue planet
and everyone else has
fallen off.
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From the high terrace porch I watch the dawn.
No light appears, though dark has mostly gone,
Sunk from the cold and monstrous stone. The hills
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Ok! "Chide" is a bit strong indeed, but time can "fly",
and I may be ‘away' from PC several days; that's WHY…
I'll at least compose my intro-poem.Then I can sleep …
tonight, knowing I'm not another procrastinating-poet-CREEP! !
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Bill Richardson, the governor of New Mexico,
Has endorsed Barack Obama for the Democratic nod.
He was a candidate but later dropped out
It was quite odd.
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Soon enough, we’ll persist fond in memory
Or not so, depending;
I possess no Book of Life.
But still, quiet in the earth
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We are hours away
from a possible shutdown
of the U.S. government.
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A blessing in disguise
Makes one sigh in relief;
It makes him real cheerful,
With joy instead of grief.
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Remember now, my Love, what piteous thing
We saw on a summer's gracious day:
By the roadside a hideous carrion, quivering
On a clean bed of pebbly clay,
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The Intelligent Friend is who understands your Glance - that you need a Boost
The Compassionate Friend is who makes his Tender Arms your Easy Warm Roost

The Caring Friend is who pleases you when you are in World-Weariness
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How could you possibly start from nothing?
And then end up as everything?
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Living with a cycle
with no end to be found
Living with a cycle
Here we go, spinning round
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सोम मंगल बुध वीर शुक्र शनि इतवार
हफ्ते के सातों दिनों घायल हैं अखबार.
- -
All Days of the Week
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I seem to have no problem starting a poem
(I have pages and pages of great opening lines) ,
but ending one properly is another matter.
I mean, I think we can all agree
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We long for the night
When the day is tiring, long
Just like our longing
For the day on winter nights
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Fiscal Conservatism
Blatantly destroying
Social consciousness
While piously drawing
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I entered dutiful, God knows,
The room in which I was to sit
With dreary unbelieving books.
It was surprising, I suppose,
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I

There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame,
When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name;
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Our society the nucleus of a divine message.
So eloquent a voice of maxims it brings.
The divine predictor, a conscript of moral purity.
Interprets so pathetically to metamorphose our mind.
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These are humorous epigrams: puns, wordplay, quips, zingers, japes, jests, gags, giggles, one-liners, irony, etc.
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A soldier went to Heaven
And stood at the Pearly Gates
And asked himself out loudly
'Is this a joke or my fait? '
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Sentenced to death for a crime I did not commit,
Execution at dawn... such a cliché,
All of my last request's denied,
Morning arrives on the final day of my existance,
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When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.
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Love is pain.
Not enough just once wounded.
Love is full of lies.
Not enough just once lied.
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I couldn't sleep last night
This dream felt so real
I was reliving the past
Reminding me how I feel
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To summarise my day
in the most poetic way
I sell my soul on the web.
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When slapped by raving rants
Or flamed with insults.
When slurred by sarcastic sneers.
I know your blood will boil,
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Pointillist patterns embellish the night,
which follows farewell of the sun-long day,
as journeys the moon's mercurial light
across the vast panoramic display.
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I spied him on a park bench, my how happy he did seem
As contented as a sleeping man within a pleasant dream
So full of equanimity, so tranquil and refined
Obviously no distress disturbed his state of mind
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Yesterday we sort of rescued an old man
Who had crossed The Parade at Wakefield Park
Stumbled and cracked his head so hard on the pavement
That the paramedic could see his skull –
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At The First Look,
I Realize, All Are Painted Faces,
Mysterious Eyes,
Ironic Smiles,
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Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
I loved light ever, light in eye and brain—
No tapers mirrored in long palace floors,
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How to watch an atomic blast?
From 200 miles away, hands over closed eyes.
Even then, light is so intense
you see all the bones in your hand.
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Reality and fantasy often intertwine,
As deceit and truth often align,
Where the mind wanders like the blind,
And the soul searches for a sign,
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you love him but hes with her
shes everything you wish you were
he feels your pain and is always there
apart of you wishes that he would more than just care
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I have let myself fall,
Fall into this life full of lies.
Now my walls are crumbling
As i recall all the things,
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Our little village that we call home
is not important, large or rich,
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Chemistry class, block two
consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers.
The room is surrounded, right across the hall
are the religion class and the student speakers.
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Does it irk one that poets
who think real poetry
consists almost solely
of exclamation points
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At first we had a beautiful relationship that no one could break
Until popularity flooded my thoughts and my alter ego
Feeling like I owned the world inside the palm of my hand
But also destroying what kind of a lover I was becoming to her
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When you think about the following quote...what Emily Dickinson said,
It's ironic most of her poetry was published after she was dead

‘A word is dead when it is said, some say.
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Don't you just love it
When your doing your hobbies
They seem to be so much fun
They let you escape for a while
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I know a girl from Cebu City
I have never met her but I know of her
through her lover… a much older man
who lives in my city.
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I like being called “brother”
by black men.
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The Pain of Love
by Michael R. Burch

for Tom Merrill
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He owned no fabled treasures
Nor the kingdom of a king,
No horses or elephants
Nor a catapult or a sling.
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I didn't plan it
but I took today
off from work
But not to play...
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He feels alone in a crowded room,
His cries go unheard,
He wishes someone would notice him,
But no one cares.
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Memory
by Michael R. Burch

A black ringlet
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Timepiece
Congratulations watch-wearers!
You are cuffed
to an illusion.
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Irony is a literary or rhetorical device.
The essayist Henry Watson Fowler wrote:
“any definition of irony
—though hundreds might be given,
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