Poems About: IRONY

In this page, poems on / about “irony” are listed.

  • 337.
    the use of the word 'and'

    How did you use the word

    'and'? read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 338.
    The World

    On a busy, crowded street,
    Where the poor made princes meet,
    On leather, thick-soled feet,
    I sit and eat my meal. read more »

    Aidan Clevinger
  • 339.
    A Soldier's Story

    Listen and hear the bravery of unsung heroes,
    echoes of cries with thunder in the heavenly skies.
    Is it not an irony to war in order to live in peace?,
    when remembrance brings warmth and comfort to read more »

    Jin S. Byun
  • 340.
    Ruins Amidst The Green, -To My Loving Sister Daisy Careon

    Standing on the boarder of apparent and Vast Unconscious,
    My vagabond takes an attempt to penetrate the shadowy book,
    Dismay sky, azure forest, a ruined-burg, -and tears-oozing look.
    A cultivated abstract, -with erected heart, built the castle of hope, read more »

    Bazi alis Subrata Ray
  • 341.
    Here We Are Again

    YOU ARE right
    There are reasons why we write
    Daily, we are looking for a cure to this disease
    Not what you think, read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 342.
    Shades of Grey

    Nothing’s black and white anymore, it’s just a hundred thousand shades of grey
    I live in a world where nothing’s as it seems, it’s kill or be killed
    Always on the run from some invisible hunter hiding round the corner
    Nothing’s ever simple, there’s always complications and twists read more »

    Sian Kyle
  • 343.
    Don't Be Too Sure

    DON’T BE TOO SURE

    I can hear the jingle of the bell
    The call is clear; the sound is bam read more »

    Idowu G. Adeshola
  • 344.
    Steeple Steps (By Mimi C. Mata)

    I cannot justify my transparent view
    Of certain memories
    Amidst the outpour... read more »

    Mimi Mata
  • 345.
    Beautiful In The Sun

    'Aren't they beautiful in the sun!' she said,
    Shading her youthful eyes against the light,
    In rapturous wonder at the bombers' flight, read more »

    Douglas Gibson
  • 346.
    Sitting In My pot Of Jam

    Sitting in my pot of jam
    A Grandma's tight seal between freedom and me.
    The air is getting rare and my health is not so fair
    Surely it's time for tea. read more »

    Kevin East
  • 347.
    Can I ever reach you?

    Can I ever reach you?

    Life a way, unseen distance. read more »

    Bhawana Bhowmik
  • 348.
    This is....

    When i look into your eyes
    I just know you tell me lies
    When I hear your voice
    I can’t listen to your lies read more »

    Just Andutza
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