Ironically Poems - Poems about Ironically

... We are both blessed and cursed as humans because when we’re born…inside our heart we find concealed… a wonderful spectrum of emotions and the ability to feel. Blessed because on the top of the......

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...2025.5.11 Happy Mothers' day. Happy Mothers' day to all Mothers in the world. It was painfully true to admit, Not many people received The luxury of the unconditional, Kindness, gentle b......

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...Have you ever sat alone in your room and silently produced salty pools of agony for the first time in years? Desperately devastated at the reason behind them, sincerely surprised at yo......

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...Glib rhetoric concerned with striking independence may seem frivolous, nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty, the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegratin......

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..."Absence makes the love grow" Absence grows love? grows love?? Okay but what is what is absence? Fair enough But surely, if I......

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...Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously. Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her. The only......

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...The downplayed hazard of swallowing vitamins a -z Ofttimes, I nearly find myself choking, and frantically beck-kin ing for immediate intervention in vain, and my time is a piece of wax falling......

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...Spring (also known as vernal) equinox arrives March 20th, 2025 at 5:01?AM in Northern Hemisphere out of hibernation, sans mancave, I will climb eastern standard time, when calendrical, celesti......

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...I find the coldest of winds move me the least - As I brace for frigid agony. I stand as stone, almost deceased - Ironically enough amongst ebony. We wish for warmer times, warmer winds, A time......

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...Dissolve the Ego Like ready for life moulded souls, Trapped in flesh with mortal brand, Labelled with name, a social number, Yet with sanctioned control by hidden hand Not necessaril......

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...I look outside my window, Watching the falling of the rain. I'm hypnotized by the way Mother Nature feels my pain. The dark clouds in the sky Are like the ones inside me. Outside they drop the ......

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...digital, it was real Whenever I went online, I felt happiness down my spine. Profile picture and name was fake and stuff, first they started accusing me for it rightfully, but they must've ......

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...Here, I pray, is a sonnet he may have written upon his passing on, ironically, his 52nd birthday, April 23rd 1616... The Bard Bequeaths 'Twas two and fifty years of mortal worth, This twenty t......

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... I’m finding it very difficult of late… to keep love in my heart…when I’m surrounded by so much hate. And therein lies the evil…the malevolence of hate…. It’s sole purpose is to trample love…as......

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...In the penumbra of life, a choir of lost souls dances, Their ephemeral steps leave traces on the sands of passing time, Their dreams, like night butterflies, crash into closed windows, While the s......

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