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Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, fire, home, irony, light,


Fire destroyed my home
  Flames engulfed my possessions
    Fire seared a hole in my heart

Wildfires ravage a forest
  Trees, wildlife, vegetation
    Scorched earth's ruination...

For thousands of years
  Fire's been a dear
    Friend, a welcome 

She's warmed our homes
  Cooked our meals 
Lit our dwellings
  And the whole Commonweal's

Fire can be such a positive force
  Pains taken to keep it on course
Unleashed, nothing much is worse

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: conflict, dark, grief, irony, people, perspective,


just looking
for opportunities
to misinterpret
and distort
every word

looking for a reason
any excuse
to be miserable
as if there isn’t
enough grief
in the world already

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on June 2, 2019

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: africa, death, irony, technology,

The plague in Spain is carried mostly by a plane

Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?

Poem Details | by DAH dahlusion |
Categories: abuse, character, death of a friend, destiny, irony, perspective, world,


To those who forgive me
I loathe you
for you are weak
your voices are not worthy
you spineless living
dead things
worthless as dumb dogs

If not incarcerated
I would do it again
would squeeze everything
out of you




your life

No do not say you forgive me
you are not gods
You have no power to forgive
you are impotent

After I vanish
I will haunt you to your deaths
and there
I will be waiting
to squeeze the light from your soul
until nothing but darkness

 from my 6th book-length ms.

"Dictator" was first published in
'The Recusant ' (UK)

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: clothes, death, irony, snow,


When out walking it started to snow I’d forgotten to take my chapeau With nothing on my head Got frozen, soon lay dead Hypothermia killed me you know! As I was out walking in the snow contest Sponsored by Kevin shaw Dark humour for the contest 2/16/18

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: cute, december, grave, irony, light, magic, metaphor,



Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to go. 
Not all things are useful, 
but some are to be used. 
This is an explanation, 
regarding green things.

They are the first, 
to break through the snow. 
Dandelions... don't you know. 
One of many, 
every kind, 
sticking up through 
rocks, new vines. 

hungry for spring...
and the newness of life. 
Our King, 
his Presence in everything!

The very large, the incredibly small, 
His Hand is upon it all. 
You and me, 
weeds set free...
living just to see, 
His majesty. 

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: grief, hate, irony, meaningful, perspective, spoken word,


Tongue lashings are bitter
  they hurt and injure
Gnawing at both the heart
  of victim and abuser
With each hostile strike
  both hearts bruise and deaden
Hostility a most deadly poison
  injected as cheeks redden

No word of a lie striking a chord
You live by the sword you die by the sword

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on December 6, 2019, for contest IF YOU LIVE BY THE SWORD THEN YOU DIE BY THE SWORD sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: boyfriend, desire, destiny, girlfriend, good morning, good night, grief, happy, heartbreak, heartbroken, humanity, i love you, i miss you, identity, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, irony, jealousy, joy, light, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, night, nostalgia, perspective, philosophy, relationship, repetition, romance, romantic, sunset, truth,

Her Soul

it's not the sun that rises each morning
it's my mind setting into the light;

it's not the sun that sets each evening
it's her soul rising onto the night.

Poem Details | by Jeinara Odonio |
Categories: absence, art, blue, dark, desire, devotion, earth, emotions, eulogy, eve, feelings, hope, how i feel, howl, i love you, image, irony, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, memory, missing, moon, night, pain, passion, poems, relationship, romantic, stars,

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: future, goodbye, happiness, inspirational, irony, leaving, metaphor, relationship, romance, stars, success, symbolism, sympathy, thank you, wisdom,

Heavenly Nevermore

The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe.

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: assonance, bereavement, character, crazy, identity, introspection, irony,

Me, Myself And I

Me, myself and I
were talking to myself
when I asked me a question
and he was not himself.

He, himself and him
was questioning himself
when he spoke much like me
and I was less myself.

She, herself and her
was talking to ourselves
Leaving us to wonder
who was who's own self.

They, themselves and them
joined us in themselves
and now we were together
in being our own selves.

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,

Boat Of Poverty

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 A.O. Taner |
Categories: absence, adventure, beautiful, car, confusion, culture, cute love, death, dream, fear, feelings, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, heaven, imagination, inspirational, irony, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, remember, scary, sleep, smart, solitude, travel, urban, women,


I fell asleep in my dream

at the wheel, 
unfolded maps on the car's floor

to wake up to her smile 
not once but twice.

Poem Details | by Pin Dew |
Categories: death, emotions, goodbye, irony, me, pain, sorrow,

When I'm No More

A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more.
And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more?

Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen, and you weeping,
It’s a bit too convenient, nay, that I’m no more?

The letter with the rhymeless elegy-- it’s soaked,
I hardly muse now, what you’ll say, that I’m no more!

Stranded and shifting, quite like light on water, Dew,
Reflection mine, why do you stay, when I’m no more?

-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)

Note: Experimental Ghazal- The lines are in Iambic Hexameter. Usually, English Ghazals follow Syllabic Prosody, but here I am using Accentual-Syllabic Prosody.

Poem Details | by Mel Brake |
Categories: death, god, life, sky, war, world, world war ii,

Irony In the Skies

In one day it was announced 
that life could be found on other planets
was the same day that the government dropped a bomb called the mob

What life that God gives
the GoDvernment takes away

Irony in the skies
Irony in the skies

Like shoo fly pie
Nothing last forever
Run your behind and hide

What life that God gives
the Godvernment takes away in stride

Poem Details | by Keith Dovoric |
Categories: age, fear, funeral, funny, hyperbole, irony, motivation,

Prolonged Life

I wanna live to a hundred-and-three
A minor footnote in history
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-six
They’ll bury my bones among the sticks
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-nine
My blood just like fermented wine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twelve
Baby I’ll never kill myself
Oh no

I wanna live to a hundred-fifteen
Ride in some futuristic limousine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twenty
Food for flowers in the Land of Plenty
Oh yeah

I wanna live to one-twenty-five
All you gotta do is survive
Oh yeah

Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: anxiety, crazy, grief, hyperbole, irony, nonsense, senses,

Stentorian Stillness

Here comes the silence.
Shoving its way through the crowd to greet me.
Like a tsunami would greet a stony cliff.
What an impetuous, impertinent lull...
Settling itself on my head like a heavy blanket.
Suffocating my ears.
Should I scream?
I should scream.
But there's no sound. 
Just unceremonious reverie.
Just silence. 
That raucous, deafening silence.
Until the world turns.
A motion indiscernible.
Except for the sound it makes.

Poem Details | by Ivor Davies |
Categories: conflict, death, humanity, introspection, irony, people, violence,


If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.

No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.

It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.

But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.

The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?

Ivor G Davies

Poem Details | by Carol Davis |
Categories: death, irony, metaphor,

The Pearl Necklace

the gloves lay on the dresser
the strand of pearls nearby
her necklace went everywhere
but today there it would lie
a gift from her lover
she always told it that way
more truth it was her fiancé
to wear on their wedding day
a symbol that he adored her
“Get my pearls,” she would say
each pearl a year plus two
lives entwined come what may
the jewelry box filled with
exquisite and divine swirls
no piece meant more to her
than a single strand of pearls
fastened the clasp the last time
her lover was waiting now interred
today she will lie beside him forever
wearing the pearls that he gave her

Poem Details | by Nadine Fababier |
Categories: death, loss, lost love, teen

The Irony Within A Song (Englyn Form)

I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong

Poem Details | by mazhar butt |
Categories: angst, betrayal, corruption, grief, irony, me, satire,

Ghar ka Bhaidee -A Snake in the Grass

Rozan e diwaar mein na der me tha
mera dushman mere apne ghar me tha.

Mar ke bhi hum to nibhayen ge wafa
Bus yehi sauda samaya sur me tha.

Ye sila mehmaanoan ne mujh ko diya
woh the qaabiz  ghar pe aur baher mein tha

Apne hee baazu na jab apne rehay
Apne hee mein khauf mein tha der mein tha

Woh hunar jo kar gaya unko amar
meer o ghalib me bhi tha Mazhur me tha.

Poem Details | by cathy aaron |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angst, betrayal, depression, fear, grief, how i feel, identity, irony, loss, me, pain, sad, symbolism,

Oh Little Pill

Oh little pill that makes the death in me spring to life!! Oh how I love to taste your bitter love and wear the handcuffs you've gifted me with! Oh little pill that decides who I will be today!! Thank you so much little pill for all of your sweet numbness and Please,Please never walk away from me because without you my little pill---I would have to feel. Please little pill I don't want to feel....anything...ever again.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: family, funeral, irony,


his will is now read ‘vultures’ stand round his coffin ... pennies from heaven Inspired by 'families' contest but not for contest! 1st May 2016