Best Mocking Poems

Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves
There is a mournful silence that extends
Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks
The place, some morbid warning portends

Hush.... hush is this place, here no bird sings
The wind here sighs in silent pain
There is a muffled horror...

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~ Monotetra form ~

No man's eyes will ever conceive
the things another mind may weave
If this counsel you don't believe
You are naïve    You are naïve

What lies behind a masked facade
is oft' unfit to praise and laud
Tread lightly when sipping pernod
Beware the fraud ...

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Mocking the dead,

the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,

but

the villagers with their worn rags
tight fisted with their goodly lights -
those lanterns, infused with...

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Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.

Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful...

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is where it all starts but it is not the end."...

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Mocking bird sitting on a twig
Filling his craw with those ripe figs
Babies are grown flown from home
All that responsiblity long gone, gone...

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When I was young, I would mock the raven,
Never dreaming her harsh call was a cry
Across the water to the castle of her brother
King Bram, the Raven, ruler of the British Isles.
Never did I dream of the destruction 
That would follow this desperate plea
Sent upon...

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The farmer said to the cow
Be quiet you old sow
To which she replied
I am not a pig, I am a mooing cow!
He looked at her mockingly
Saying "That is yet to be determined"
She huffed and puffed as he called the butcher.

Whether she was a cow, or...

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The greatest pretender in the sky
is a thief in wings
and sings and sings in purloined folly.

A burlesque bird first loots a throat
then coddles every stolen note
and assembles every syllable

Then one by one in choral mime
as though true specie in the air
acts with incipit pompous dare.

And...

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There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table.
I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable.
There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared,
Before the tragic, life-changing attack, on towers no longer there.

The playbill...

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The Mockingbird sits,
on a wooden chair singing
away its own death....

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Wake, slumber no more
Buzz,buzz, buzz!,join in the buzz
Time waits for no man...

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Day and night, my ears are ringing,
Never does that bird stop singing.
There just HAS to be more than one,
A second takes over, when the first is done.

I know that hate's a nasty word,
Nature is a glorious wonder,
though, when it comes to mocking birds,
God made his...

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Tick…tick… snooze time for night 
morning’s face peek. 
I Stretch out my wings 
a prayer song out my bill  
every morning’s ritual.   
Across the land dash 
where to I sweat my daily bread.
Deep my head here and pick there
and as usual, drawn...

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           Mocking Bird sat
                           Ruffled tails bouncing...
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