School Irony Poems | Examples
These School Irony poems are examples of Irony poems about School. These are the best examples of Irony School poems written by international poets.
Verse 1]
You're so incredible,
the most amazing man.
I'm taken to new heights of pleasure
with the touch of your hand.
There will never be another man
in my life who compares.
Your eyes, your smile...
no one as perfect anywhere.
I will never forget, or stop loving you...
Well would ya lookie here, my dear…
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan dreams that will never come true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever
good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
[Verse2]
You are the man
of every woman's dreams.
You sure knew your way
around my body
I guess I had you going
with all the fuss I made
So glad I was the star of all my high-school plays
Because you are an imposter...
And baby I should win an Oscar…
Cause as you can see
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan the dreams that are never coming true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line."
Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages
well able to reckon sixes from nines.
True wits should elect sin's disbursements
rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers.
Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel?
She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue
between that pair of cheese crackers.
Remove the Devil's Pitchfork from your hair.
Doubling as Dracula, your zeal repealed
by loving an unpersuaded other.
Stay not inconsolable, my weaning one!
She knelt beside me, interpolating my orations.
Entreat for veritable blindness to take better blame.
Apathetic to any flame, resisting even sipping sunshine
interred in the long night of voluminous drapes,
pray for cardiac arrest to efface 1700 hours of shadows.
Perhaps, pray you would love me, and I shall say something of it.
How ironic to see ‘chain gangs’
in elementary schools now
Little kids roped together, inmates
at asylums where madmen shoot at you
What I Became
In school I liked:
physical geography, American History
and biology.
I hated:
chemistry, physics
and geometry.
So, I became a pharmacist
The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
Comb your hair and tuck in your shirt.
Put on a band aid if you hurt -
but he wasn't listening, the little squirt.
He was on a different trip.
If you've something to say, be sure it's nice.
This bears repeating, not once, but twice -
but he didn't listen to that advice.
He didn't take that tip.
Pay attention to every rule.
Remember to study your books in school -
but he didn't listen, the little fool.
He didn't hear a blip.
Give your all to support the team.
Save blue chip stamps and redeem -
but he didn't listen. He stifled a scream.
He worried about his grip.
Get the right razor and get a close shave.
You're an adult now. You must work and save -
but he wouldn't listen. In the wind he waved.
Would his sweaty fingers slip?
Now you know. Your progress will be unsurpassed.
Are you listening? The question was asked,
but he didn't hear, he was falling fast,
the thread he hung by...snipped.
Old school is no longer appreciated,
been made redundant,
is anticipated.
Youngblood’s heart is always on fire,
he wishes that old school,
would soon retire.
Youngblood expects to be a leader,
to take the position he’s all eager.
Old school's retirement,
is not yet expected,
for all his achievements,
he is highly respected.
Young blood is anxiously waiting his turn,
old schools position he needs to earn.
By Saleh Ben Saleh
For those whom the Pandemic spared
a real revolution's in the air
From remote work demands
come offices on the beach in the sand
From Teacher's Unions' selfish lies
watch a new improved school system arise
From a shortage of service employees
come whopping increases in their salaries
Politicians' autocratic lockdown response
heralds a massive civil disobedience renaissance
And the government's over-generous checks
prompt folks their life's priorities to inspect
So, what at first seemed an absolute disaster
advances the future ever faster
middle aged and middle class
driving way too fast
on country lanes
drop the kid at school
group yoga then the pool
prosecco and wealth envy over lunch
on to a manicure and then hair
(you won’t believe who I saw there)
send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook
get some vino, and the kid - shoot back home
knock back another glass of wine;
have a gossip on the phone
revving engine on the driveway: dinner’s bell
pour a cobra; grab a takeout menu
domestic bliss? suburban hell?
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn,
Is surrounded by various impairments:
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Easier said than done- taking the right turn;
Good enough to measure apt adjustments,
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Goals avoid suffering consequential burn;
Been on phone longer than reading confronts-
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Aims widen scopes to balance grades concern
"Phone-'let there be light;' book- darkness affronts"
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Objectives object what football games yearn,
Both on field and view centre attachments,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Late night matches during exams, pattern
Crying-read sleepy eyes' grace advancements...
Schooling life-a main pursuit to learn,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Fools are tools
They enrich schools
Fool isn't a fool
But an awaiting elite
In an elite's misrule
He grows mixtures of conceit
Students aren't stubborn
Teachers are just wicked
After school is the real churn
That gets students allurded
Students are not students
That give respect in turns by accidents
Could this be hell?
Peering faceless eyes
Virtue signals
Stop – Go – Stay
Mask – Unmask
Kindergarten rules
Get in line
No talk – No touch – no smiles
Recess for one
No running, jumping, shouting
No spontaneous expression of joy
Lest it offend someone
Stand on the marked spots
Follow the arrows
No sharing – of anything
No homework
Because you’d have to take it home
And bring it back.
John G. Lawless
©2/4/2022
Thousands of students of decades
Across the nation,
Have loads of issues with grades
And lack of motivation.
A retention to learning,
With parents calling
And graduation rates falling.
It's beginning to be so concerning,
That teachers even notice,
These kids aren't learning.
The propositions the school has given,
Halted the adults' beliefs they thought they knew.
School psychologist’s are anything but driven,
And their inadequate solutions are simply untrue.
The great idea has bestowed upon me,
And this hypothesis has been churning.
Without concern for the students I can see,
This will prove the best of your earning.
A new substance has reached the market,
That will prove me right.
LSD, Cocaine, and Meth will hit the target,
So cook with all your might.
Gracious children run freely in the halls
Now happy and cherishing all their liberty,
Can finally succeed and jump off the walls.
The teens will finally use all of their ability,
If you even have the balls.
Their improved grades are a certain probability
All until the last one falls.
The hovering mother is never quite out of sight.
She hovers morning, midday, noon, and night
Darting from tree to tree, she’d fervently hide,
Or at the back of a bus, when they took a ride.
Looking for ways, to keep out of view,
Believing she’s diligent, but has nothing better to do,
Her children sigh, whenever she comes near,
For the freedom they seek, she lives...in fear.
"Protection", she says, is her duty to perform,
But instead of good, all she’s doing is harm.
The hovering mother, who learnt a tad late,
That the world exists in and outside her gate.
She learned how to show, as well as to speak,
That it’s easier to hide, and harder to seek,
From airbrushed billboard, to subliminal screen,
Much more lies hidden...than is openly seen.
Cakes and biscuits have ingredients easily bought,
But we grow through lessons, both tried and taught.
Tell her it’s okay, to sometimes take a peripheral view.
Have a much-needed rest, do something creative, or new.
Children need to be heard, and space to grow,
Not a hovering mother who's always in tow.
Joanna Davis
Bumblebees buzzing...
Erie irritating sounds:
“Ouch”! bees also sting...
Confined to his bowl,
A fish, seemingly talking,
Jumps! wiggling free...
Penguins standing proud,
Poised as if to soon take flight,
Flap their wings…then…splash!