Satire Poems

Satire poems that brilliantly makes use of exaggeration, humour, ridicule or ironic contexts to expose vices of people in context of contemporary issues. A perfect collection of satirical poems to tickle your funny bone and at the same time throw light on important issues in comical manner. Intelligently penned poems sprinkled with laughter will not just change your mood but will expose you to quality writing styles. This perfect blend of scorn, derision and ridicule smartly criticises all that the poet is disappointed with. You are surely going to have a lot of fun reading these satire poems.

Upon Her Desire

Upon Her Desire short poem

Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was

Twenty First Century Fool

Twenty First Century Fool short poem

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

Irony of Being

Irony of Being short poem

I had all and nothing at all, so fragile, so meek the world around. The battles I fought, the love I lost, it still goes on and I now know why. Justice and lives, just the puppet of mights. The

Fri-e-n-d

Fri e n d short poem

With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule. One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule. Both expose human foolishness in a mess One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less. Ridicule have a caustic

Call Me The Educated Man

Call Me The Educated Man short poem

Let me be an educated man, With my suit and tie, As I feel my belly with a lie, Hiding the hollow space with a dashing smile, For I fall not into the trap, My life is all if not

Election Blues

Election Blues short poem

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

The Political God

The Political God short poem

It’s me, your god, your fate decider- The leader, the power, I am all that enslaves fire! I am a god, and I am a man! I am the death and I possess this earthly fan! It’s me, your lord,

Meaning

Meaning short poem

Since all it began and people learnt; Since man got his name And gained all those earthly fame- The same history has been repeated again and again- Both good and bad; both hard and rapt; The blood, the blood- sometimes

Packets

Packets short poem

Grey has become friends With ancient dreams. Lack of sunlight in the brain made Tigers myriad minded to seek food in the garth Unfamiliar fathers surrender their might on The nonchalance of their own growing up off springs The throat

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And Now For Something Completely Different

And Now For Something Completely Different short poem

Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal

Being Beautiful

Being Beautiful long poem

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

Akhal Teke Autumn

Akhal Teke Autumn short poem

She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of

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Dead Weight

Dead Weight prose poem

Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home Where the hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with

Atonement Of Art

Atonement Of Art long poem

will you look at what I made soft wood and sharp blade without plan or hint of a plan except those impermanent currents and etchings in my mind a fragrant wood and beautiful grain oil and even the noise the

The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Dazzling Pelicans

Dazzling Pelicans short poem

Dazzling Pelicans I swayed languidly as a swollen cow that strolls on the narrow muddy road. bewildered all at once from my drowsiness, I saw a dazzling host of silvery Pelicans floating in the greenish lake before the building. Diving

Sweet As You Are…

Sweet As You Are... short poem

The falling rains, the blowing wind The call of mountains, The songs of river, The chanting of bells, The joy of spring Are indeed sweet, Alas; but not – as sweet Sweet as you are The dreams which drive, The

The Master’s Meal

The Masters Meal short poem

When you’re in a service, and the Holy Ghost is there, Here is something with you, I need to share. When you go to the Alter to kneel down and pray, Don’t worry about what people might think or say.

A Companion

A Companion short poem

To an old companion whose existence never fail Whose wisdom never assumed to veil How does thy death entertain thee ?!! As a comfort provider as me !! For I shall not be of use for breath and rest And

Wives’ Conference

Wives Conference prose poem

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

Burden

Burden short poem

My childhood is certainly the replica of God Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God The days I am spending as an old man is

Destiny beckons you

Destiny beckons you short poem

Destiny beckons you… Does it? Does it really exist? I mean the destiny. And If it does then why does it beckon Why doesn’t it just happen??? Isn’t it supposed to be that way??? No you fool you have to

Toxic Memory

Toxic Memory short poem

They were teaching how to butcher the lamb and suspend the bines with drooping hops. I climbed out of my ashes towards a marinated moon turned blue in consternation. Warts and all, here we were ready to pick up the

To Hold You Again

To Hold You Again short poem

A time there was you needed my love And I was there to hold you and it did A world of good for me too but now it’s Been a long time gone, still my love for You goes on

Alone

Alone short poem

When you step into the cage none is known, When you fly away too far you are alone, In the dark and the light, it’s you and your soul. But yet inthe journey, many relations you hold, You want to

Oxymoronic Heart In Love

Oxymoronic Heart In Love short poem

Still, even now, I have two minds… It must be – Either You’re acting, to make me hate you, Or You’re really worth hating. See how foolish I am, to still trust you, See how bold I am, to let

Dreams You Shouldn’t Dream Of

Dreams You Shouldnt Dream Of short poem

Post-human in this unlimited universe Are the dreams of scientists Mutation and cloning won’t be perfect They will cause many side-effects Destroy this wonderful world with undead With many new failed human beings created Imagine if people will never die

Paradox

Paradox short poem

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

Adore You

Adore You short poem

I awaken with thoughts of how much “I adore you”. A soft kiss I place upon your lips, a gentle touch and pat on your hip. The first thing I say is “I love you” and move closer unto you.

When I Will Leave This World

When I Will Leave This World ballad

When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In

Years Long Past

Years Long Past prose poem

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

Separation

Separation short poem

The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a

Corporeal Manifestation

Corporeal Manifestation prose poem

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

The Songbird

The Songbird short poem

A songbird sings a melancholy song Deep within a forest, dense. No one could hear it, No one around and hence, The songbird he wondered, What he was doing wrong, Should he sing it louder? Should he change the song?

Adding To Woes

Adding To Woes short poem

Again I would hear the night sounds through the hours of civilities when there was a pause in the body untouchable. You were sleeping with counterfeits, running down the golden dome sailing over the silken clouds. My rough palm was

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Animal

Animal prose poem

We are animals. Civilization, thousands of years in the making. The animal, millions of years in the making. Animal instincts etched into each cell of our being. Survival, procreation, deeply embedded into our souls. We think ourselves apart from, superior,

Reading Emily Dickinson’s Poem

Reading Emily Dickinsons Poem short poem

If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere, I catch some glimpses of what makes a heart, a stone, and what makes a stone, watery before someone dies…

Change

Change short poem

I once heard someone say, If you don’t change you do not grow, But I waved the thought away, For who were they to think they know, I’d always stayed the same, A heart that thrived within the cold, And

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted