Top 100 Poems About: IRONY

In this page, poems on / about “irony” are listed.
  • 1.
    Ironic Poem About Prostitution

    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. read more »

    George Orwell
  • 2.

    Why are the things that have no death
    The ones with neither sight nor breath!
    Eternity is thrust upon
    A bit of earth, a senseless stone. read more »

    Louis Untermeyer
  • 3.
    Fame Is A Bee


    Fame is a bee.
    It has a song— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 4.
    A Rose For Janet

    I know
    this rose is only
    an ink-and-paper rose
    but see how it grows and goes read more »

    Charles Tomlinson
  • 5.
    The Search

    Whither, O, whither art thou fled,
    My Lord, my Love?
    My searches are my daily bread;
    Yet never prove. read more »

    George Herbert
  • 6.

    The twentieth century has often fooled us.
    We've been squeezed in by falsehood as by taxes.
    The breath of life has denuded our ideas
    as quickly as it strips a dandelion. read more »

    Yevgeny Yevtushenko
  • 7.
    For Annie

    Thank Heaven! the crisis-
    The danger is past,
    And the lingering illness
    Is over at last- read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 8.

    'It is one of Nature's wrongs,'
    Sneered the Shovel to the Tongs,
    'To have led your legs so very far astray.'
    'Ah, she made us both in haste,' read more »

    John Bannister Tabb
  • 9.
    The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner

    It is an ancient Mariner,
    And he stoppeth one of three.
    `By thy long beard and glittering eye,
    Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 10.
    The Rape Of The Lock: Canto 2

    Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
    The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
    Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
    Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames. read more »

    Alexander Pope
  • 11.
    A Wife In London (December, 1899)

    I--The Tragedy

    She sits in the tawny vapour
       That the City lanes have uprolled, read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 12.
    A Cricket Sang Good Luck

    I sat against your knees all night.
    I watched the sun rise in your coffee cup.
    In all that time you never spoke to me.
    I think I must have cried a thousand tears. read more »

    Sandra Fowler
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