Best Satires Poems
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Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
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Archetypes born side by side; carmine halos...
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Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
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Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
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Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
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Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands...
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Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
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Raining verticals truths aligned beyond, imaginations shores
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Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
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Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed...
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..."Majestic Mandamus" ~
Categories:
satires, faith, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
When the smoky quartz sun
slumbers into a cold winter,
we see the aftermath of a garnet twilight,
it is then, we find rose stars
that refuse to abandon us in shivering solitude,
and beneath snake-skinned skylines of nadir,
we learn to appreciate
the truest colors of nature……
Hope is but a hollow rope,
hanging loose on empty lies~
splattered across eclipsed skies,
and this aching heart sighs,
singing to the fallen flowers,
fading into depths of
black-magic silence,
for peace is a distant memory,
frozen within pixelated Polaroids
of poignant pain.
I remember the night
I was unplugged and strangled
in toxic tremors,
slipping into fatigued negligence,
too tired of fighting a
battle with no prudence,
but no one hears the unspoken,
amidst the tears that
croon in tragic tunes.
Now my mind is a muted mausoleum;
weathered and withdrawn,
impregnated with deceased dreams~
and remnants embalmed in poison ivy.
Yet diabolical thoughts
keep whirling
through funeral chaos,
to cloak my conscience in
a glass casket of sleepless uncertainties,
smothering the last breath I held.
I do not seek an orchard
blooming with butterfly orchids
and pristine pansies,
yet, somehow, I am the wrinkled
willow~
awaiting dancing rays
of diamond twilight.
Perhaps this is how a poet grieves,
writing epitaphs with
bloodstained ink,
when familiar faces are
clothed in ivory farewells,
to rest amongst the forgotten,
away from the cruelty that creeps.
I know not the synonyms for healing,
the poems I’ve woven beneath
starry skies now flow undone,
and I am burning,
in my crippling confusion,
pondering why the sun is now
a curse in disguise,
why do I long to walk
through forests of ruins,
where the mauve moon was,
when insomniac
instruments of galaxies
strummed broken strings
of feathered fate.
So take this poem, weave these words
it into the final line
of tasteless satires,
streaming in the
rhythm of zestless zenith,
for I have no desire to
pretend and play,
or swirl and sway
when all I knew now is a
melancholic mystery untold.
So listen to the rhapsody of tears~
I am a frazzled firefly,
eloquently tangled in the
ruthless roots of jinxed junipers.
Categories:
satires, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Poets have an invisible friend,
a source of steady comfort, of reliable joy;
this is a companion whose trustworthiness
is transcended by images and sentiments;
always there to inspire the busy pen...
guided by an imaginable mind at play...
Be liberal and irrepressible in your thinking as malicious attacks
are initiated to stifle the undying freedom's voice,
shouldn't be allowed in a free society that claims fairness;
ancient poets lived in eras ruled by royal Majesties,
who demanded homage's odes for their victories...
ignoring their struggle and controversy, allowing disguise.
We don't have to give into punitive demands,
or be oppressed for writing our libertine intentions...
much is at stake not to act in utter defiance, and lampoons
are the perfect satires for their obvious grim.
Be lucid, keen, renascent, determined and unafraid;
regard poetry as that invisible friend and make it your muse.
Polish your gems as lapidaries do, when perfection is achieved,
admire the brilliant shine that effort and artistry rendered;
and if they reprehend it, don't see rejection as a failure, these are
the usual scoundrels who detest risibility in satirical verse
by declaring their opposing views; secure your grip on reality and thrive...
be incontestable and trust in that invisible friend by doing your best!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
satires, artfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
Archtypes born side by side; carmine halos....
Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands....
Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
Raining verticals truths aligned beyound, imaginations shores
Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed....
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...."Majestic Mandamus" *
Categories:
satires, hope, life, love,
Form:
satires and beer and skittles mixed with rhyme- Shirley's poems make my day
Won first place in Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest sponsored by Bobby May
Categories:
satires, poems, poets,
Form:
Monoku
SHORT SONG a kyoka*
a tanka short song
in my heart ever belongs-
but a kyoka
a satire ,without much style
foam-like fades in a short while
* a kyoka is tanka variation that parodies,satires completely free in expression somaybe silly,bawdy ,political.even and confront taboos etc
youmay read my short form poetry @strand poet on twitter and hear me recite my longer poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Categories:
satires, poetry,
Form:
Tanka
I once thought of winter as the grave,
Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave.
Always bitter, never would it save,
Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave.
Musings of hearths and blazing fires,
Held my thoughts, my heart’s desires.
Warming my bones from Winter’s satires,
Birds chirping from frosty nests despite kindly lairs.
I always felt the chill of the season’s snows,
All the way into my bones as my blood slows,
Reflecting darkest anguish who’d expose,
Suffering sentiments, my feelings mostly froze.
Thoughts of springtime would silence my soul,
Bringing me stirrings of laughter to console.
Despite the dark days, the nights of burning coal,
My heart was breaking beneath my self-control.
I never realized that even Winter has her beauty,
She isn’t like spring or summer with their booty,
Autumn doesn’t seem as chilling, though so fruity,
Her blankets of snow paint a land so heavy duty.
Beneath her flakes, showering the heart with bliss,
She feels like a light, glistening in shadows, a kiss,
Risking the dance to trembling, happenstance, she’ll miss…
All the wonder found in the plunder when we reminisce.
Thus, as time left me with understanding, I became…
In love with Winter, the bitter chill, the endless flame,
A blazing fire, a warm cup of tea, a feeling that came…
To carry me through this frosty season of joy to proclaim!
Categories:
satires, appreciation, beautiful, seasons, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Every leader is a Poet
campaigns by light poetry
delivers speeches in metaphors
loads satires on opposition
paints fallen ones with ironies
praises success in rhymes
presents challenges in narratives
answers questions in poetic prose
When ejected from power,
sings elegiac lyrics and epics
laments in limericks
writes regime history in idyll
When dead, tomb carries epitaph
Categories:
satires, leadership, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Elon Reeve Musk, a lion-like vibrant business-person,
Founder, CEO of many an organization;
President of the very philanthropic Musk foundation,
Hails from the great democratic South African nation...!
Makes, like a naughty labrador, statements on his Twitter,
Like a bull in a glass shop facing, criticism bitter;
Has grabbed twitter shares reaching mountainously largest stake,
Records of rich, standing as second richest, he did break...!
His scornful preferential gender utterances, often,
His irk satires on global links his status did soften;
Colation of Canadian president with Hitlar,
Musk soon became a naughty international fiddler…!
Asperger’s syndrome, special needs, and ‘loony tunes’,
Thus tweeted his staff; created caricature cartoons;
Twitter, like pure crystal, translucent, and exact, he said,
Rejection, like a crude gloom cloud shroud, soon on him did spread...!
An empirical catastrophe overpowered Musk,
Criticisms covered him up like harvest-time paddy husk;
As though bowing his head to fate, many a stock he sold,
Re-tweeting his mock tweets, his opponents became so bold...!
A fool like him could take over Twitter, he, at last, said,
Though rich could he at every night happily go to bed?
Mocks and re-mocks like boomerangs flew around and fired back,
Gossips go globally like rats-race in an empty sack…!!!
31 December 2022
MUSK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
satires, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
For you there was new epoch
beyond the synagogue
when in religious solemnity
you converted to Christianity.
You wanted to support
King and the Church
but you were also open
for political change.
Your trophy was not only
in your political philosophy
equal with propaganda
and your satires
on profligate oligarchy,
sectarianism, collusion,
of the Ministers
and their illustrious illusion.
Categories:
satires, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Stardust summer, bursting with firefly desires
On the twilight, consumed by night’s amazing
Wild and willing, dew dreams sing in soft satires
Dusk is left with lover’s quiet stargazing
Shortly, a shadowy moon glows like wildfires
Our time’s soon gone despite our spirit’s praising
In some other life our hearts might have been sure
This maze of stars and moon form pleasures so pure
Categories:
satires, appreciation, blessing, life, night,
Form:
Ottava rima
Quarrelsome Questions
quickly quirky quips
quash quandaries quietly
quells querulous qualms
Right Results
rapid repartee
repress rhetorical rants
ribs rabble - rousers
Sweet Success
swiftly satires skill
silences sophistries spin
stuns subversive scorn
8 / 4 / 2020.
Categories:
satires, word play,
Form:
Alliteration
Bloody ravines
Crimson greens
Tumultuous skies
Vacuous eyes
Raucous jubilation
Sonorous ululation
Acrid slanders
Audacious satires
Languid apologies
Acrimonious envies
Man can shrug or guffaw
Makes Gods drop their jaws.
Written 05/07/2016
Categories:
satires, life, people,
Form:
Verse
Doth behind your eyes
Are hidden secrets there be
What's that I hear
In your daily sigh
Something I dare
Not to compare.
Diligently I write
Lives, romances
Their strives, those satires
Moment of my awakening
Having been one awards
Of the putrid deeds
Of mankind, oh you
Oxymoronic thing, you
Man-kind.
If only true, I could see
In you that light
It ought not to be hid.
Don't spare me now
Late in the narrow pass
I'd surely live through
Your devouring
Of my feelings.
Little orb, gaze on me now
I still hurt, my heart
Lives somewhere around.
Dash me upon
Rock and boulder point
Sink me like galleons
Of old Spanish gold.
For my value is not
Near the market price
A broken trinket
Found on lost beach
Of love for you
If you wished dear.
Categories:
satires, introspection,
Form:
Romanticism
Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia
I know the comforts, the placidity it yields
And the euphoria!
Dear soul,
Stop the inner monologues
I know them, I have heard them before
With their potent, clean blade of satires
They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions
Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never!
Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions!
Dear mind,
Avoid these thoughts
I remember them, they’ve run here before
Scattered into ways of no pattern
Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind
Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me
Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread
Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them
But hey! Avoid these ones regardless.
Dear self,
Collect these fragments and mend them back
For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered
Blend symphony from these discords
And for once let you speak as you, dear self!
Categories:
satires, betrayal, change, conflict, depression,
Form:
Free verse