Best Sarcasm Poems
Lunging forward a stab to the heart,
vitriol hurled at an unsuspecting soul.
A sarcastic word or comment, thrown in jest,
tearing flesh, leaving a gaping hole.
I was only joking, ha ha, wasn't that fun?
he says to no one.
Why are you hurt?
They're only words you know,
letters put together as one.
Intentional or not, caustic words will burn,
stinging speech cannot be unstung.
Hurtful songs, once sang, cannot be unsung.
Playing the dangerous game of sarcasm,
is like shooting words in derision.
Vitreous feelings are shattered,
only causing hurtful division.
Sarcasm is not innocent child's play,
it bites, it leaves marks, that forever may remain.
Think before you speak there are always consequences to hurtful speech!
John Derek Hamilton November 18,2015
Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there. Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.
Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your frightened places
there will be myriad traces
where it killed the
wonder it found in your
dull and dreary mind.
Choke on toxic thoughts
vomit my musings and
spit forth guts colored
black with doubt and
fear and torment stain
the ground with your
loosened purpose your
pathetic beliefs that
words are always intentions
of the noble and righteous.
This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.
In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal
He'd meet Sheetal the Beadle who spoke of things fecal.
With eyes prehensile he'd spot every weevil
And warn all the people of dangers so evil.
This Beetle was legal though far from regal
He'd wheedle and wheeze with his diesel-powered treacle.
He found a gold needle a prize for his easel
And painted a weasel avoiding the measles.
Again there once was a beetle so feeble and small
Who lived in a steeple with people so tall^-^
And painted a weasel avoiding the measles
He found a gold needle a prize for his easel.
This Dung Beetle was again legal though far from regal
He'd wheedle and wheeze with his diesel-powered treacle
And warn all the people of dangers so evil
With eyes prehensile he'd spot every weevil
Again, he'd meet Sheetal the Beadle who spoke of more things fecal
In more fields green and fetal past signs with even more decals
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
NOW Beetle's tale's ended again no need for……….a sequel
His adventures were splendid each moment so……….regal.
This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
A lesson in language both _^_ playful and………. legal
The Dung Beetle though small had a heart brave and true
Proving size doesn't matter in all that we do.
In god we trust
By Asianae Aikey
Our country's leaders say we're living in the land of the free,
but it's never seemed that way to me.
Every day I see the consequences of inequality.
"In god we trust," hell no.
Humanity encompasses everyone
yet divided we stand and force others to be smaller.
In 74 countries, being gay is a sin.
All over the world
You may get made fun of for not being thin
"In god we trust," hell no.
They say trust in the lord for he is our savior
But what about those who you “good” people
Say will be damned to hell because we’re gay
When there has been homosexuality all throughout the world
And throughout history
Even in the bible there was a chance for homosexuality
And were they judged
NO
So "In god we trust," hell no.
mary had
a little lamb
and a little mint jelly
little
boy blue
is choking
old
mother hubbard
died…like i said...she was old
im a little
tea pot
whatever…just make the tea
there was
an old woman
see old mother hubbard…ditto
little
jack horner
in time out…kid is trouble
humpty dumpty sat on a wall
little miss muffet sat on a tuffet
...separate checks
(Co-written by my son for a school assignment)
I punched my sister
in the stomach
to try to retrieve
my goldfish crackers
She cried like fish droppings
because her stomach hurt
then the smell of vomit
heaved upon my chest
My apologies spilled
like her putrid crackers
I'm sorry
I didn't punch her in the face instead
6/10/20
He thought it was a rude slight
The rudest one he’d had all night.
She had no idea he felt this way.
She was truly only trying to play.
Her sarcasm was not too bright.
She had shoved him away with all her might.
By using blatant sarcasm that night.
Not knowing this was not the way.
so sad for her, felt bad for her
It was kind of a family blight
Their meanness gave us all a fright
She would have to learn a better way
If she wanted to keep a man like Clay
Who was wonderful both day and night
so sad for her, felt bad for her
breaks from a simple high school life
in a tranquil school
that isnt filled with gangs
where i can go home
and there is plenty of money
and my mom is sitting on the couch
because she has everything we need
because we arent behind on the bills
and my brothers rest peacefully
because no one bullies them
and my grades are the best
and i can get a job anytime
to help my careless family
just in case, just in case.
Mr Sincerity: "I'm always here for you in sickness and in health."
Ms Sarcasm: "Can you be here for me somewhere else?"
Sonnet ‘O Sarcasm, Not
When too frequently posed the question of “you’re not mad at me are you?”
The quick, smart Aleck, retort of “dogs get mad, people get angry or even”, usually follows depending on what they did do.
The following discourse exacerbates whatever is a ’brew.
I say this sometimes anyway, it has become a habit; some do not have a clue!
Imagine that? Sarcasm comes off as nasty, who knew?
Many times, it is condescending, like boasting, who the hell are you?
Human beings are social animals alike our hornet friends
Each hornet communicating with his or her own secret language, no sarcasm necessary
When one stirs up a hornets’ nest, literally or metaphorically, neither species tend to break out into song as the ends
Spell it please? I- T. Huh? Will you say that again? That again!Sarcastic tones sound immensely arrogant and demeaning.
Laughter is absolutely non-essential to sarcasm, like when shortcomings are used to shame.
Do not be discouraged, even Plato has been to blame
Some think sarcasm funny, but it is the lowest form of wit,
And using it to bring others down makes me as mad as a hornet.
today a baby died
a girl was raped
a boy was shot
someone got divorced
someone lost their dog
a car broke down
a flower was trampled
someone broke their arm
it rained
it flooded
there was a fire
there was a tornado
someone was given a diagnosis
someone failed their test
someone lost their job
someone broke up
someone broke down
someone burned something
a letter didn't come
someone declared war
someone didn’t show up
someone showed up
someone left
someone returned
someone got lost
someone was found
someone got lucky
someone’s luck ran out
someone lost a limb
someone lost their life
and
someone hurt your feelings
sorry
It’s no gain to waste all this pain.
A disgrace to not always hide this face.
My mind is lame, and it’s a shame,
to feel so numb and not be dumb.
I hate to say life’s not always been this way.
It’s an outrage that I ever lived outside this cage.
Apathy works best for me.
Cold-hearted to myself, the cheaply departed.
Sadness makes me the happiest.
My loneliness makes me feel so blessed.
This bitter resentment fills me with contentment.
My biggest folly ever was delaying this melancholy.
However this ailment is reaching my fulfillment,
Leaving me empty, sad, happy and whole.
My bitterness is such bliss.
A feeling that I would surely miss.
I often lament evading this torment.
This suffering is the greatest thing ever.
I frequently regret never being upset.
Now I daily look forward to the sorrow that’s promised by tomorrow,
and I pray it comes each and everyday.
Without its displeasure I cannot carry on,
for it is my greatest treasure.
Lets go spit smoke from between our worn lips
wouldnt it be fun to rott our lungs together?
feel the rat poison, the cancerious **** buring our throughts?
how about the smell of that delicious nicotine?
isnt it delightful how we can ruin our lives?
so nice we can kill our selves this way
you know...
slowley? painfully? sinfully?
oh! and i love how everyone hates us now
but its okay cuz we have these emphizema on a sticks
we dont need anyone else, everyone else is just too smart..
oh and the best part, we cant live without it now.
ahh, great life huh?
*=changed because you cant put profanity on here..sadly.
A fear of words
sarcasm does hurt
what makes you say such things?
I’m a timeless tree with the fine foliage of my hair
If you’re gentle with me I’ll caress you to sleep in the air
I’ll dispel all your fears and tears you’re willing to share
If you’re humble with me I will shade you in blessings of clouds
Like a sweet bumble bee nibbles sunny blooms and thereabouts
Lightly kissing away all your troubles, misgivings and doubts
But if you for some reason decided to go detrimental
You’ll be crushed with a force that some people would call elemental
You don’t want to be there, I suggest you be humble and gentle