night oblivion

Irony

If someone’s knocking on your door,
then “who”, you shall adore.
If someone’s stepped on your floor,
then “hi”, you shall give a tour.
But why to someone’s kneeling on thy hall,
then “shoo” is art thou call?

Tip taps, sounds of rain,
yet to heard all the people in pain.
Knock knock, echoed the door,
but never has it opened at all.
Swished! The winds~ so cold and cruel,
Thy blessed warm, covered in wool.

Near the mountains, along the sea-
amidst the buzzing bees.
Beneath the shaking rocks-
“Behold the dying mobs! ”
They’re in pain! They’re in vain!
How could you not see their wobbling tame?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5,0 out of 5
1 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Irony by night oblivion

  • Romeo Della ValleRomeo Della Valle (11/29/2009 10:30:00 AM)

    Great poem, it makes a lot of sense, well-penned, you got my vote,10+++(a good beginning my friend, I hope you have the time to read my poem also titled 'IRONY' and let me know if you enjoy like I enjoyed yours...)

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?