Sarcastic Poems

Sarcastic poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of sarcastic poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on sarcastic are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Sarcastic

Sarcastic short poem

Rose appears rosy when accepted by a Beauty Rose becomes thorny when rejected by beauty Mind is in upbeat when one gives respect Mind is disturbed when got snubbed ones mind when pure makes other feel secure One whose nature

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What A Change

What A Change short poem

Democracy Is no longer What it used to be… Democracy was Government Of the people; By the people; And, for the people! But, Today, Democracy is… Government Of the people; By politicians— For capitalists!

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Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

My Pain My Emotions

My Pain My Emotions short poem

It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire. It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart. It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity. Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most. Love comes with joy

One Poem From Mud Poetry

One Poem From Mud Poetry elegy

Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother prose poem

As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she

Smiles Are Songs Of Heart

Smiles Are Songs Of Heart short poem

When your eyes sparkle lips are flooded with smile thousand floodlights brighten your face I find my spring in you. The world quickly changes hues time gets a pair of wings warmth of passion engulfs as mist our hearts sing

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The Rethink

The Rethink short poem

From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting

Shadows

Shadows short poem

The memories are closing in I fear there’s no escape. The things I said and things I did Follow me like shadows. A curt remark, a smart retort I thought I was so clever. How many did I hurt While

A Martyr’s Eulogy

A Martyr’s Eulogy elegy

On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The

Tribute To Grand Son

Tribute To Grand Son long poem

Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before

Welcome Sir!

Welcome Sir! short poem

It was a fascinating night like albino children playing in park. I was gazing at sky. The years have gone by one by one. I am still walking on dead leaves refusing the fruits. This was me, no urge, no

Curiouser And Curiouser

Curiouser And Curiouser ballad

The case of the killing of Humpty Dumpty Who caused the death of that silly Numpty? What was he doing up on that high wall? And who or what had made him fall? Scotland Yard and Interpol Were on the

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

Room Full Of Mirrors

Room Full Of Mirrors short poem

Lock me in a room full of mirrors. So that, I can see myself a little more clear. What is the problem, which everyone sees? But, I don’t understand, I fear. All the mirrors in the room Can’t lay down

You

You short poem

Look at me. I am a series of defeats. I have no small victories. I have no frame or bones or flesh for my sad soul to cling on to. I am hungry, empty desperate in a world that seems

Yes I Am Black

Yes I Am Black long poem

I was born with a face less fair, God painted me with charcoal, they said! So by now you get it, I’m black! A progeny of the slaves, a colour of destruction and evil fate! My colour became my identity

Boxed People

Boxed People short poem prose poem

During one of my procrastinating sessions, I stumbled upon the similarity of people and boxes. They all come in various forms, shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The large ones, the small ones, the fat ones the tall ones, the clay

One Night’s Love

One Nights Love short poem

Lips like crystals sharp and pure words like liquor nauseous Eyes like portals suck you in into a world too beautiful breathing out all of the smoke into my mouth like we are one breathing in the smell you are

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

Message To One And All

Message To One And All ode

In 1855 President Franklin Pierce of the United States made a “request” to Chief Seathl1 of the Suwamish tribe of Indians (who lived in what is now the State of Washington) to “sell” his land to the government. In reply,

Sporting Heart

Sporting Heart short poem

Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

Prisoners

Prisoners short poem

I used to think that fish In little bowls and aquariums Were pitiful prisoners of men Deprived of freedom Defined by frontiers Hindered by limits But now I know that fish Might be happy in their prisons Able to explore

No Art To Forgive

No Art To Forgive short poem

A flaw I discovered in self, But never made any amend, Then why can’t I bring to forgive? A blemish I found in a friend. Who am I but a lesser mortal? I too flounder to hold my self, I

Today Is The Day

Today Is The Day short poem

Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab

Hobby?

Hobby? short poem

What I am doing this time? I write something that ends with rhyme. When I’m alone, I get my guitar or a book Trying to read a poem and composing song with chords. Oh well this time I feel awesome

Love is a strange thing

Love is a strange thing short poem

Love is a strange thing, lies coiled up like a snake, its fangs to sink, it’s a beast that lies dormant, benign in its demeanor, first blood to draw, for years I have wandered, with just the feel of its

The Feather On The Trigger

The Feather On The Trigger long poem

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it when all’s said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped over here by a winning smile from

Sleepers Only

Sleepers Only prose poem

A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm

No Title (1/2)

No Title (1/2) prose poem

and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Universal Signature

Universal Signature short poem

A frequency traveling, when parallel a vibration, oneness that awakens, Such a Miraculous sensation. As Colors of light we shun, a karma left undone. Waves rolling ashore, the hand at which is born. Crustacean of the night, one day take

God’s Understanding

Gods Understanding short poem

Yes it is dark, and it hurts, I constantly stumble, the pain will not stop, my understanding is blurred, my life was cursed in the womb, cursed by the ordained, my spirit is stirred, I was selected to fail, all

Turn About Is Fair Play

Turn About Is Fair Play short poem

I know your pain is real……and now I hope you see Just how you made me feel When you were always hurting me Who cares that you’re crying, who cares that you’re blue I’m Larry Jenkins……I can do that to

Botanically

Botanically short poem

It was a slant love. Back to back, lips to lips. Lethal and dark strong yet delicate like spider’s web. A dark side of the moon sending conflicting signals to bacilli- of dirty lane, pink and blue. My pug licks

Acrostic-1 Melancholia

Acrostic 1 Melancholia short poem

M elancholia is the word for my life E very desire and will is lost to further thrive L ost is everything that once belonged to me A pathy is all I have after Thee N o trust resides in

The Three Kinds Of Lives

The Three Kinds Of Lives short poem

Life is a locked book the first and last pages are filled with ultimate events birth and death but how the other pages are drilled? The one who is born with an ideal aim, tries to fulfill it even if

Looking For Each Other

Looking For Each Other short poem

Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it

Blame

Blame short poem

I am the wave blowing through you; Blame it on me, or blame it on you. Blame it on something I can’t prove, like I love you. Here we are staring at the sky, Watching our lives pass us by.

Retold Journey

Retold Journey short poem

Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding