Mock Poems - Poems about Mock

Blaring lights of glaring savauge, Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise Light of darkness, sun to the sky, In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice, Wept and kept and hounded the goddess Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace, Hell of cold, unearthly palace Chaste and torn chest of satis, Man to maid and hound of malice...

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I haven’t left my house in days With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me Was it never meant to be? My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end It’s too late now My supplies are running out I’ll need to face the sun...

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The colour of your skin Does not determine the colour of your blood Red is what you need So don’t allow yourself to feed off the hatred That many have for Jesus They mock His Blood Not realizing that a flood of deceit overshadows them! Movies try to alter the reality of His Blood They use His Name in Vain Not...

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Mocking the dead, A man passed by kidjaga cemetery and saw some folks praying for the dead. He was so astonished and mocked the living ones as they seemed to be unintelligent in his eyes. "How do they pray for cadavers who cannot see and  listen? " He asked a woman who passed near by him, "they...

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My existence seems like a timeless tragedy, ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me. I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma, hiding from the darkness looking over my shoulder. I place a metaphorical knife under my pillow, as I fear the biggest bully in my mind's playground. Sound is like a sadistic samurai slashing at my sanity, as...

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You forget who you are Amidst the chaos of this journey You ignore your true purpose Trying to chase your problems You lose your identity As you suck into the society's labels Before you even realise You're engulfed by the worries of this world You've lost track of time chasing hard cash You're a reflection of what you wished not to be Many years ago...

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My head turned like the hands of a clock But making not at all its tick tock… I rather was white with singular shock At collecting from behind a knock That could have neatly jolted a block And even embarrassed more solid rock Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock; Or the more reddened the crest of a cock… A blazing threat to put...

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In a limerick what does a man seek Depends: At what does it give him to peek? -- A flash of bare thigh Or knockers, Oh my! -- More than that mocks the feminine mystique...

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It nearly was a rude shock, When I cursorily checked the lock, Looking beyond the first block And saw not a sheep in a once stampeding flock: The security there by many judged “A Rock”, That would the painstaking efforts of robbers mock And rather produce them in some dock, If not that day, after the crow of the Earliest Cock ,,, All...

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They meet, eat and drink, flutter and make merry. Smiles flying from face to face, laughter airy. They share a party of the soul and spirit; their portrayal of mere humans satiric. Laughing at our silly, paranoid folly they point and guffaw, “Oh gosh, oh golly!” They mimic us; watch as fear takes our good senses; cover faces with gossamer, hide...

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Morning The doctor called the next man in And offered him a chair Observing him in silence As he wrestled with despair. A minute passed before they spoke And when he raised his head With tearful eyes he whispered that He wished that he were dead. "Those tides wave back and beckon me When I walk along the sand. I gave...

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I know I must cover half the land in my reseda green blades. I know I came first, to enrich the earth's dry sands, and to prepare for the beginnings of man. I watched the trees grow giant, all alone watched them stretch, heard them die and groan. All this past I have lived, and I am tramped on, ignored, "Outdone" by...

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When the serpent in the garden said to Eve, “You shall not surely die,” He knew to his breast that he was telling her a lie, But this was his way to get even with God for casting him out, From the courts of heaven to earth during their first bout. He wanted to mock God by undermining...

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What killed Socrates. a weed or Aristophanes? What caused an end so dire? The law or just satire? The cries of ignorant crowds. or something in 'The Clouds'?...

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Mock merriment pervades the aisles choking on the diapers scent. Why now! Why me! Why not just pee! The carriage wheels in clatter mode protest the weight of toted lode “I want the frog!” “I want the toad!” Then!! Heading toward the check out lines I pass the aisle of “sipping wines” continuing a mother’s ruse telling the kids….it’s mommy’s...

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