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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
funeral, humorous, money, satire,
They crawl out of the woodwork
Shedding lots of crocodile tears
Grieving for an ancient relative
They’ve not visited for many years
‘Auntie Annie’ is barely warm
But now you see the relations swarm
Waiting for the will to be read
They rub their hands with glee
Hoping they will be left
Lots of lovely money
‘Grieving relatives’ is rubbish!! Some are taking the mick ….
These mercenary vultures simply make me sick!
28th January 2017
Poem Details | by
Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
analogy, celebration, christmas, eulogy, metaphor, satire, symbolism,
In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all
And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can
So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared
Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating
To receive a little lift
When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads
Poem Details | by
Akinmuleya Alfred |
Categories:
satire,
YET, HE DIED
We are here to mourn our friend,
Who led an ascetic life?
Shrewd, astute and virtuous as he was,
He died.
Upright as himself, second to none
His arduous engrossed incessant obscene
But these clandestine deeds
Are now covered with his closed eyes
For nobody his clay feet indeed saw.
So meritorious –
Yet as upright as he was,
He died.
We shall talk more of our friend
And the timorous terror of his name
That caused infants to rain down their pants;
When this name is forgotten by birds that sang it.
For as famous as he was,
He died.
AKINMULEYA A. ALFRED
©2018
Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
beauty, death, money, satire,
D.J. Trump's face so pretty he won't mask it
~ Perhaps Melania ought to purchase a casket
Poem Details | by
Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories:
fun, poetry, satire,
Oh I am a little metaphor
I love to play a word,
today I am a fortress on
Tuesday I’m a bird
On Wednesday I’m a simile
cos I’m like a train, storming
into history,to play this wordy game
On Thursday’s I push the boat out,
ploughing through the waves, then
Fridays I’m like a scimitar, slicing
through the raves
And if you catch me weekend, I
won’t hold a grudge, just take me
as you find me, wink, wink,
nudge, nudge, nudge.
Poem Details | by
Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories:
death, husband, lost love, satire
You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.
Poem Details | by
Linda Barr |
Categories:
brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,
My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day
His Human Heart
He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark glasses
People are such righteous asses
This question I just had to ask it
A wounded heart will not outlast it
This human life quickly passes
This human dream was love’s excess
Why was his love so very wrong?
Gender doesn’t really matter
Human dreams are still shattered
He laid red rose upon white casket
Was their love so very wrong?
The question I just had to ask it
His human heart still sang love’s song.
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!
Poem Details | by
RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories:
bird, death, feelings, giving, poems, satire,
kill two birds with one stone
why kill two birds with one stone
when one can kill them
more efficiently with a drone
or more appropriately
LOVE them through A poem
Poem Details | by
A.O. Taner |
Categories:
anger, angst, anxiety, betrayal, city, conflict, cool, crazy, death, depression, dream, freedom, grief, growing up, heartbroken, how i feel, imagination, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, philosophy, romance, sad, satire, self, senses, sensual, suicide, symbolism, wife,
A white ceiling,
a dull life.
A wife?
No, just a knife -
that's all I need.
Poem Details | by
Trevor McLeod |
Categories:
anniversary, beauty, dedication, devotion, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, pain, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, satire, sorrow, valentines day, women, hair,
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
Poem Details | by
mazhar butt |
Categories:
anniversary, death, life, love, memorial day, philosophy, satire,
Life and death
Are mysterious things
You love a living one
in your Heart,
By your heart
You also love a dead one
But in your Mind, in your memory
When your beloved is no more
When she is dead
Your love shifts places
From Heart to Mind
You want her corpse to be removed
as soon as possible
and buried, burnt in fire
Or left to the vultures
depending on what last ceremonial plan
you believed in
and chose to perform
Living ones are loved
Dead ones too
but death is so scary
that whenever someone dies
one tries to get rid of him atonce!
Poem Details | by
JAY JOHNSON |
Categories:
absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,
DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay
Poem Details | by
Kolawole Owoigbe |
Categories:
adventure, africa, black african american, class, color, community, education, emotions, evil, fairy, good night, goodbye, hope, identity, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, irony, memory, mystery, poetry, political, poverty, remember, repetition, sad, satire, sympathy,
Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Poem Details | by
Linda Barr |
Categories:
death, introspection, parody, people, satire, mother, baby, baby, mother, time,
A Dirty Basement Room
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Weakened mother was defiled
Forced my law to birth a child
Upon a dirty pillow she lies
In a dirty room the mother dies
Mother and son soon reconciled
Victims of government gone wild
A time to live a time to die
Angry rapist walks streets free
Will they listen to her plea?
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Angry rapist runs streets free
In a dirty basement room mother dies
Will they listen to her plea?
Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
death, funny, life, love, satire,
After life's most noteworthy prize
All must reach a final demise
This was their best love
Say the wise from above
Large pizza and super-size fries
Poem Details | by
Ken Duddle |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, dedication, satire, war,
The last man on Earth
searched the city ruins
As a brave young soldier
he had served his country well
Under the debris and rubble
he found a beautiful woman
But when he saw her rebel badge
he shot her through the heart.
Then sang a victory song.
Earths last battle won.
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
absence, childhood, chocolate, death of a friend, humor, political, satire,
Bye Cookie Monster!
Pointlessly martyred by the
Political left.
Poem Details | by
Ken Duddle |
Categories:
death, satire,
The fox escapes hounds
only to kill a chicken
the following day.
Poem Details | by
Fatima Hasan Zaidi |
Categories:
death, education, feelings, satire, student,
When I will die
Burry me deep
Ten feet down ; fast
asleep
Place my Math book on
my chest
Tell my teachers that ; I
am at rest
Place my Pakistan Studies
book on my head
Tell my teachers that I'm
dead
Tell them I was studying
in the
grave
Inform them I tried my
best
But tell them not to cry
For they are ones who
made me
die
Poem Details | by
Ann Rich |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, betrayal, care, dedication, emotions, faith, feelings, future, grief, growth, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, journey, loneliness, missing you, moving on, nostalgia, parody, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, psychological, relationship, satire, senses, spiritual, stress, symbolism, time, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, wisdom, world,
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
business, death, introspection, satire
Mother Nature being supreme
Who beckons her violent scream?
Blind men lust for cash
Binding her into ash
The dust of kind Eden’s regime
Poem Details | by
James Gibbons |
Categories:
satire
Should I be frightened
of what's on the next page?
Perhaps in some strange way
what is revealed can be controlled?
Am I afraid of the future?
Do pieces point dismal disaster?
Can kind conditions be conjured?
A powerful form of writing
That creates what is written!
These sentences betray my fear.
What if I accidentally write myself out?
Have you ever heard of a poet
killed in the line of duty?
Poem Details | by
Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories:
animals, funeral, satire, thank you,
This Club Med lagoon really holds the heat,
with a beach front view and a coral suite.
But the best of all
as we watch it fall
is how they serve up each meal on a sheet!
Poem Details | by
Nya Johnson |
Categories:
black african american, childhood, dedication, funeral, girl, goodbye, growing up, humorous, satire, teen, thank you, tribute, happy, happy,
Thank you for being in my life,
to think you were only broken twice,
you taught me how not to be late,
and how to get my timing straight,
my mother made you and loved you too,
she stayed up at night to make sure you show true,
I'm not going to say I'm happy you're gone
but i do rue the day you were spawn
now that I'm 18, you've done your job,
I'm happy you will no longer make my heart throb,
with every minute that i am late,
made my life full of hate,
so thank you curfew, and thanks a lot,
now my own schedule will take your spot.