Best Ironic Poems
bowed before you once again
i’m worshipping you
when i said i wouldn’t
bent in half
i’m surrendering both my dinner
and my fears
knelt down before you
my legs tremble
my hands and chin drip
hunched over you
i am obedient
under your tyrannical rules
there will be no revolution today
The left blame the right, the right blame the left,
both concealed in ideology logically lost on me.
It's not that I don't understand, there's no one with which I stand,
both succeed in ways necessary then turn sour though a good recipe.
The point and blame at those with fame game stays the same,
.....somewhat lame.
All I've learnt from this,
is they've no alternatives,
so take turns in bliss
and ignorance lives.
And as the system alternates,
between political counterweights,
with opposing views on politics,
all I think is bollocks to this.
I'm not quite sure if she is lost or in route
Tornadoes of passion wisp her away
But inevitably, they cause dispute
The ironic glue that makes her stay
Excited, confident, proud and ashamed
A soup of emotions, each extreme
A recipe only God could explain
A frozen water droplet and a puff of steam
On her tip toes, atop the Eiffel Tower
Dangling by a thread of hope
Don't inquire time, for she knows not the hour
Clinched tightly to a swinging rope
She rides the little hand around the clock
Her defense remains the same
Beneath par, but it will tick and tock
Til half past time to claim
The Ironic Love Affair
How small and insignificant
Our ship appears to be
When brought into perspective
By the vast expanse of sea
And yet she cradles five score men
Who, for half a year
Peer from her side, devoid of pride,
With a grimace - if not a sneer.
A voluntary splitting of our lives
At which some moan and sulk
To be aboard this massive beast
This rusty, filthy hulk.
But at the end of time spent here
All smiles and grins and glee
As the helicopters lift all from her decks
And away from the cold grey sea.
And yet return - we always do
To our self inflicted gaol
And repeat the cycle once again
Inside our beloved steel female.
President Donald Trump's ironic speeches,
When President Donald Trump was portraying some hidden agendas of some African countries publicly.
Some old Africans leaders thought of provocations
and insults but the young Africans leaders
welcomed all his ironic speeches
about Africa on the face of the World.
Many young Africans were focus on his verbal,
situational and dramatic irony
as he was speaking more truths
about injustice laws.
The day millions of republicans
suspected fraud in USA voting systems
They decided to fight for their rights
As they seemed to be victims.
billions of the people witnessed how U.S. President Donald Trump's supporters invaded the U.S. Capitol Building
The way many people climbed the windows and roofs,
it expressed their sorrows
as they claimed fraud in American voting systems.
Imagine when Trump refused to leave
White House as he thought
to be right but he was forced out.
What about other victims of injustice in the World?
Many young Africans understood that Trump
was true in many points which frustrated some owners
of the World operating systems.
Imagine this fraud in American voting systems,
what about some African countries
where by unpopular candidates always won the votes
to protect some interests of some influential world
leaders and business people?
Some presidents are not the choice of majority voters
in many countries.
As billions of people saw U.S. President Donald Trump's supporters invaded the U.S. Capitol Building while claiming their rights.
Don't be astonished when you hear about the rise
of other nations ...
As no nations like injustice
when they are victims.
August 24/2023
Don't you find it ironic?
Isn't it ironic?
As time progresses,
this baby boomer generation
has been exposed to radio, newspapers, magazines.
Each media touched our minds and ears early on
with it came inspiration and emotion
as the world was changing and evolving.
Then with education, time and knowledge
came the television, space exploration, modern technology
expanding personal computers,cds, dvds, laptops, tablets, cell phones.
Now, we are blinded, oblivious and drowning in its ease
and the lack of face to face communication
within us lies the desire to find quiet and escape this false communion.
Today, I turned off the tv, the radio, the laptop, the cell
to see you face to face, to speak and touch you
to find the reality that surely exists between us.
For a moment
Stop!
Stop texting, twittering and tweeting,
shut down you phone, close your tablet,
find your true voice
and speak to me, face to face once again.
For life,
Irony shows its ugly face
a pale blemish on the fabric of life
what goes around comes around
I heard it said, hell...I've said it
All things have a purpose, a reason
what's the season
do you have the time
catch you on the fly
damn time is hard to catch
it almost broke my hands
but instead..broke my heart
did you see
though we are often blind to things
I felt the thud
guess you missed the commet shooting by
I heard that
Oh the Irony...
Date:7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
Ironic Twist
Ironic twist
Reflected in the tryst
Woman of bliss
Gazed with a secret kiss
Silent mysteries uncovered
With each minute discovered
Our heartbeats traveled
Like volcanic fire
The universe gladly admired
Her!
She awakened silently
My search for divinity
-Ernest Badounts-
Blind who thinks to see
What do you want?
When I show you love in my right hand
And showing the truth in my left hand
You lose trust in me,
Thinking of many wrong things about me,
Because you hate to hear the truth.
Blind who thinks to see,
You feel good to blackmail
good people
and
promote bad people.
Calling a killer
"Hero" ...
Yooh!
No shame in your eyes.
Calling a true person
" Rival" ...
Why?
So sorry for you.
Blind who thinks to see,
Teaching children to ill - treat other people to be feared , according to the instructions of some people you called
"Heroes"
The pastors keep telling you that ill - treating other people is bad, you continue doing wrong actions towards other people generation after generation.
Blind who thinks to see,
You think the so called Hero is above God,
Following lies of the so called Hero than the Words of truth.
If God opens
Your eyes and
Show you where
Your Evil heroes are,
You will stop ill-treating
Other people.
Only
God
is
to
be
feared,
because
He
is
above All.
Sing , " Good heroes
are resting
In peace
waiting for
Last judgment,
Good people
on earth
continue
remembering them
for their good deeds."
March 22/2023
Written for A Brian Stand premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
In the shadows there's whispering, someone is listening
To every word, that you say about them now.
Secrets you shared when really, no one else cared,
Things you said, when you thought you, were alone.
Are now nightmares playing out loud in your head.
Your pretty little clothes & gobs of, face paint, which you’ve hidden behind.
Weren’t enough to pacify. Why! Couldn’t you just be, nice?
Now on those delightful words in which, you spoke,
Ironic but, now you choke.
Only if I allow you-how to find the answer
we must enter a trance first.
Run backwards in circles and sing that one song and dance.
That they speak of through speakers that pierce through virgin ears.
You are sure you know who you personally refer to as them.
He is me and you are him.
Together we form the Ironic 3.
Why not?
So it is and so it shall be.
So we shall from this point forward be known as Ironic Inc.
I like that name better…
If a copywriter is pending or already taken,
with the powers of the We; they are going two--willingly…
Hand it over…
In my dreams I sleep so I'm subconscious
I might not remember.
Sometimes my dreams last from late May to early September.
Tall tells of tall fellows and larger than life animals.
Too big for the people, these characters are almost unbelievable.
We the Ironic Zinc, (thanks auto correct) we are now the Ironic Zinc.
We are the real deal without limitations that hold us complacent.
We simply just don't live in that part of the country enough, suitable for basements.
Just trying to get by we scrap to pay rent.
Some of us even live in a tent.
Others are left to wander without shelter, to where ever is desirable to their particulate-clever…?
-Ironic Zinc 4-5-15
hard against the wall
the seat of death finally rests
in ironic drape, ropes hang
wicker basket waits
a twist, a turn, beheaded
mans inhumanity dealt
Interesting to realize…
Resolution of the matter of suicide
Only requires a few pills,
Nonchalantly handed out by
Indiscriminate Doctors, treating me for depression
Completely oblivious of my intentions
But I did tell them…
Fear has become the only emotion.
Several attempts, striving so diligently.
Never seemed to matter,
destined to be defeated.
Difficulty becoming that of which is well deserved.
Never seemed to matter, just didnt end up that way.
Somewhat unfortunate,
Although apprectiation seeps in,
true fortune of self dignity.
Shame not rendered,
Pride not blinding,
Openness quite satisfying.
Invigorating it seems,
this power of self intellect.
Mind is free from restriction.
Mind is free from perfection.
Somber; Mist outside.
It falls with quiet beauty.
Unforeseen Comfort.