Poems About: IRONY
Poems on / about :
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349.Where Are The Words?
That mean more than their own literalness?
Where are the wild metaphors that surprise?
Where are the lines of beauty that inspire?
Where is some mystery some irony some deep perception? read more »Shalom Freedman
350.We Got A Revolving Door Here
We got a revolving door here
spinning, caroming, bruising and aching
and the lulls meant nothing more
than sleepless nights of vertigo read more »Norman Santos
An emotional phenomenon
From the days of birth pangs
Like the waters in a coconut
It is wound up within read more »Samuel Umana
God broke a glass toy
And gave it to man
His art to employ
To do what he can. read more »Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
Come on you all and join the tragedy of life,
No bread, no wine and depressed husband from his wife,
A man beaten up on crowded roads,
And the crowd stands life a dumb toads, read more »Vikrant Jog
354.Questions of life
Too many questions to question
and issues to issue
but the criteria to life
IS THE DESIRE TO LIVE read more »Victor Bamisaye
I know that someday I must die
end up empty, cracked and dry
high aback the closet shelf
of my former self a shell read more »Morgan Michaels
It's the little things we miss
The drops of rain
Small moments of bliss
The poet's need for pain read more »Ula Goss
357.Song: Spell Out The Blues
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
No ruthless go-getter,
With the dumb luck of youth. read more »David SmithWhite
358.Every Single Sound I Listen To; Patience.
Asphyxiated with filthy airs and warmth.
Not knowing and unable to recognize freshness no longer.
Every single day and night..
Smothered by pungent consisting filth and warmth. read more »NurWilmy Francis
359.The Magenta Agenda
The magenta agenda embedded upon a silk prison is a mirror illuminating synaesthesias.
Depth imperative, a lever of emotion eminence. For what is a prison? Doth it make me in sync with my sins? Mere society’s ills... See not the irony, hear not the irony, feel not the irony for in confinement with I the sinned comes forth spiritual compassion, material detachment; alleviation in passion. Yet I feel still of nothing, for I put myself in everything but something.
The magenta agenda is incense to the eyes intriguing dimensions in its absence of time. It impedes deep, moonstruck, capricious droplets rapturously stagnant, romantic in its flourish as it blossoms intense, rained from the beige walls the mind melted on its silky delicate milky skin. read more »Ori Livson
Wednesday, January 23,2008
Week 10: Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka read more »tamilarasi shalu