Satire Poems | Examples of Satire Poetry

It's said, "The world will bleed away." It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day. A blood as bland as monochrome, as voices in an echo-dome. The drooling masses lap it up. And lick the anchor's shiny cup. With honeyed words that tickle ears. Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears. One pint a spew of ink on page; the next a clip to...

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Don’t care whom it ravages: this land was always Thine. Circle wagons, shoot all savages, and things are (once more) fine. The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges will soon be judenrein. For far too long we’ve been contrite. The best of cleaners scours. We’re gonna give them fight or flight (for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers). There’s nothing wrong with being white: or claiming what is...

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They shout ‘Not in my name’ as if for Israel’s self-defense they were to blame They scream ‘Globalize the Intifada’ as if their voices ever mattered They chant ‘Palestine will be ‘free’ from the River...

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They all took their seats round the table, It had no head, but all knew where Power sat. Summoned in haste by Ideology itself, for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing. Capitalism sat back—legs crossed, arm draped, already reclined like comfort was inherited. Feminism adjusted her seat, raised it two inches—just enough to be noticed. Consumerism fumbled with six filled bags, Communism leaned...

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The power depends on the people’s will They were taught to believe this at high school But as practice has shown, powers like to kill And the people are forced to obey under rule So the contract between the people and power Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset Do I need a law how to water my flower?...

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In whispers of lyric and rhythm, we find, Resonate echoes, the heart intertwined. To contemplate in shadows, where thoughts softly steer, Soul steering moments, where dreams draw near. Dance in the twilight, let melodies flow, Listen intently, let the beat gently show. Hear the instruments weave their stories untold,...

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I’m of the liberal limousine set Voting for Cortez for POTUS, you bet ~ Wait! She’ll outlaw fossil fuels And I can't drive or fly mules ~ ...

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Look at me I’m Donnie T! Unbound by reality Out of my head But my hat is bright red It’s me! I’m Donnie T…ee…ee I have a great slogan I’m pals with Joe Rogan (Great guy. Very short.) It’s me! I’m Donnie T! A real stable genius I have a yuge (don’t judge my hands) (they’re quite large for a man) Say’s me I’m Donnie T…ee…ee Work for me you’ll...

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they had heard the owl was wise his intelligence was mediocre at best his ideas were not even his own He got them from Knox News If Knox recommended meal worms Owl ate meal worms If Knox said the sky was red Owl thought the sky was red a fowl ruled by suggestions and subliminal clips Owl was wise in no way Yet many flocked...

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Missing: Generic Brown Teddy Bear, and 6 year old...

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In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth. There once was a pheasant named Owen, whose plumage was splendid and showin’. but a flatlander brute, with a camo jumpsuit, won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’. ...

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I sit and ponder, allow my mind to wander And wonder about what I ponder Then put pen to paper, begin to scratch and scribble Hoping endless hoping that someone will read my dribble And then reading perhaps exclaim “This poem deserves acclaim” crickets Ahh, what’s a poet to do But ponder through and through Then wander further afar Find a wonder so bizarre And purchase...

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The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it and now the rest of the two-legged world...

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The mother-in-law woke me with her dry cough. The electric alarm clock is registering 6am; two hours since the baby’s last feed— the one she came to help me with. I crawl out of my warm bed to put the kettle on and select the chipped coffee mug for her. ...

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/ "Like Open-Mic Explosions from the End of Language". ~ Chat-GPT / _____ Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle; fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble - To wit: - the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me. Far far ready to say maybe to love; moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories. ("But weren't their novel 'dogs-of-war' and lovely...

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