Love Irony Poems

Want’s sparks will die 
Yearning faintly unbinding the tie
Souls united goodbye...

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Love’s flicker fizzles
Hearts apart, souls within
Salient shade fades flames...

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Shelly came running in with her heart on both sleeves
I am in love again! She yelled. Nothing new at Family Reunion McVees.
Shelly is always in...

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How can you ever think
that my attraction is 
an appropriate wink...
that's a bit too unkind
to reject me, stay behind
and throw an arrow
to wound me pitilessly:
it's...

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behind those closed doors
you adore every part of me,
from the icy mountain peaks to the summer shores!
but,you never touch me..
You don't even look at me...

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There's a false chord in the lullaby.
There's a dagger in the hand.
There's a stinger in the butterfly.
There's a scorpion in the sand.

There's harshness in the...

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Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow 
Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me 
I am the deepest, darkest...

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing,...

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To want something strongly felt
is to admit how the fire is burning...
until it suddenly explodes inside;
and if it leaves one hanging,
express it without thinking twice:
could...

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Trust?
What is Trust?
Is it a belief?
Or is it a profound awareness?
Or maybe selective acceptance?
Is it possibly a denial of choosing?
Or could it be a faith?
Is...

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Our trauma brings scars
But in the right hands, our scars
Become beautiful....

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Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way
When humans are busy gazing at the flowers,
The chickens have got their love priorities right
Instead of lazing...

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In a world of cutthroat 
Competition
Tension is a malady
Too common
To ignore;
Often
Inherited from
Parents
Who themselves may have
Received the DNA
From their own;

I am a past master 
In building...

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Love these shaking hands
	They are made to write
	But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
	We’re on the same page
	But, I hate you still
Love how openly...

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To have dodged a bullet is heard by me as a clear soft symphony, it reminds me that all is a dramatized sigh of relief...

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