Satire Poems | Examples of Satire Poetry

By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get...

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What is truth, Where does it reside? Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white? Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud? Or did you find it when the infant cried? In Slaying Slogans of Soldiers' Pride Or in the mistakes which a child hide? For me, truth is like a naked bride You veil it as a corpse in graveside Tis'...

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Promising to solve age-old problems very soon a year or two, at most, from our graduation in June I myself was sure that poverty could be licked right quick ...

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Abraham born before Jesus They were born holding selfie. They booked flight from the womb Are the children of this generation. They speak louder without sense Yet wiser than Solomon himself They sees beyond their parents With food remnants on their mouth. Right in the womb they ate wheat Before they were born they saw you What is it you know I don't know Says a...

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It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea, Created a baby that left its mommy, Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room, So, lets ask, who’s the bigger a--? A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair, Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong? Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit, Line drawn...

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One, Two A shoe Three, Four I walked into a door Five, Six I like to eat sticks Seven, Eight I'm full of hate Nine, Ten My name is not Ben Ten, Nine I'm far from fine Eight, Seven I came from hell not heaven Six, Five Don't punch a beehive Four, Three I saw someone kiss a tree Two, One No more son, he is done 'cause I have a gun...

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What nonet flaunts its lovely derrière? Then sings with sweet, buttermilk sound— with shape fully self-aware, in nine lines? Ass firm, round, curvaceous with flare: and so high, bound for beach wear, and found, here? ...

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“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls); All other occupations?—to hell dispersed! “Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed), busy their hands with myriad controls made to mold you for your determined roles; Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst! “Aye! Men! your calling...

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Cake, cookies, chips galore ~ all on display at the convenience store ...

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One step back, two steps forward, Swing around and do the dance, Keep it fast, a little awkward A whole world audience to entrance. Now you've got them captivated Up the tempo, raise the heat, Some may need to be sedated As they wither from your beat. Hearts loud-pounding, foreheads thumping, Gasping air among the shouts, Doomsayers bleating, markets jumping, Second guessing, full of doubts. Quite the...

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First, remove the eyelids— they hold too much fiberglass. Grind streetlight into gunpowder, cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk. Take the sidewalk like heretic communion, metal-flake wine, asphalt host. She blinks razors. Stars break in her clavicle. You don’t touch her—you calibrate. Banana fingers, bruised and humming, plucking vapor off the fencepost. Storm-laced teeth. Voice as hinge, breath as cordless vacuum throat tightrope over a cheap motel dirty...

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Doctor’s office The fern in the corner is plastic They couldn’t afford silk? There is nothing refreshing about it There is a candy jar The old guy has been up there six times I know because he brings the wrapper to me I am sitting next to the wastepaper basket That fern is disturbing Anything that ugly should not be shared I would be doing...

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I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde, said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride." Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't-- the first thing she did was dump me in dirt. I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud, "Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground. I pulled, and I pushed,...

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I. To dream in binary and bits, then copy, send with virus-like, electronic, image file hits. To dream in binary and bits, takes computer programming wits. Like Lawnmower Man, Musk's god-like: but Elon's prone to enraged fits, when Teslas burn by fiery blitz. II. A.I. Chatbots, like Elon's Grok, have smarter...

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Apropos of John H. Doe A name we all know Just like Uncle Sam ~ He too’s on the lam ...

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