Smirked Poems | Examples

Not Applicable for Some

So, weren't you a reality show host?

Well, I thought I'd give it a try.

So, did everyone get their paychecks?

For Me! Those rules don't apply!


So, aren't felons prohibited from holding office?

To that, I won't even reply!

So, how will you adhere to the Constitution?

For Me! Those rules won't apply!


So, how do you feel about the "Good Book?"

He smirked with Hellfire in his eye!

I've never read it..besides,

For Me! Those rules never apply!

Red Flags and Realizations

We started like a story,
You read me cover to cover,
Pretending you cared—
Just long enough to smother.

You said all the right words,
But your hands told the truth.
You weren’t in it for love,
Just the body of my youth.

I was a game.
A joke.
A cure for your boredom.
While you hid someone else—
Your loyalty was a phantom.

I was never your partner,
Just a place to pass time.
You wanted what was mine,
But never to make me mine.

When I spoke of my battles,
The darkness I faced alone,
You smirked—
Like pain was punchline,
Like I was weak to the bone.

You laughed when I cried,
Mocked what I felt.
As if my mind was broken,
And your jokes were how it dealt.

But I see it now.
The gaslighting.
The games.
How I was only a conquest,
Not a name.

You broke me—
But through the cracks came light.
And I finally saw the truth
I was too in love to fight.

You were a walking red flag,
Dressed in fake affection.
All charm, no depth,
Just lies and deflection.

But I’m free now.
Not yours, not fooled, not small.
You wanted in my pants—
But you’ll never have my soul at all.

So, You Study?

Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.

Wedding unDress bawdy

This summer two nudists got wed:
no clothing was worn, not a thread,
no Mendelssohn played -
(I smirked, I'm afraid)
'The organ is out,' Vicar'd said...

An Invocation

You have acquired my bones, 
my blood is yours
You are the taste in my mouth

You have taken my eyes 
looked through them and smirked 
Your kiss so cold 
within me a furnace
Your smile like sunrise

happy by Your side so long, 
so I do not starve in some madness
while I wish I was breathing You in

by Your side in that morning
rising but our heads still rested
just the light streaming in

I held Your face in marigold glow
of new day just born,
and still suspect it was only a dream.

Iridescent Icicles

It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold

one second before creation :maybe:

if mankind ever comprehends everything ~ there will be nothing left 

sighs god to satan i’ll be outed ~ and you can wave goodbye to theft

well i’m a psychopath smirked satan ~ so exempt from feeling bereft 

yeah your greatest weakness said god ~ unable to bear genuine heft

and so creation burst forth ~ perfectly poised from that opening cleft 

it simply had to turn out this way ~ no matter how f#cked up or deft

By 
David Kavanagh

The things she sees

She saw a chicken on a motorbike,
and spat at snakes that were about to strike,
she sees a lot of things she doesn't like:
once, it was Hitler standing in the room,
a monkey paragliding to its doom,
a glowing spectre creeping from a tomb,
an ugly man who turned and dropped his pants,
a horse and camel ate up all the plants,
a legless cat and tortoise couldn't  dance,
a crocodile who smirked and smoked a pipe,
a skinny dog in glasses tried to type -
and now a row of butts that need a wipe
and queen Victoria has come to tea!
...but on the best of days she knows I'm me...

what do you call him

What do you call him?
My cousin Gertie smirked a bit. You go first, she said.
We call him blue-eyed-stare-boy
I call him the weirdy cat.
He is a distant cousin.
Comes to our family reunion once a year.
Never speaks.
We have tried and tried.
I do not think he ever blinks Gertie said.
I don’t think he knows English, I said.
Distant cousin did not waste time with either of us.
Did not speak and did not want to.
Giving us both the creeps.

What do you call him

What do you call him?
My cousin Gertie smirked a bit. You go first, she said.
We call him blue-eyed-stare-boy
I call him the weirdy cat.
He is a distant cousin.
Comes to our family reunion once a year.
Never speaks.
We have tried and tried.
I do not think he ever blinks Gertie said.
I don’t think he knows English, I said.
Distant cousin did not waste time with either of us.
Did not speak and did not want to.
Giving us both the creeps.

Close To the Truth

Before visiting Dublin town,
I got out the guidebooks
Staring at the crooks and valleys
Studied the terrain, figured out the contour lines
What are you doing? The other travelers asked.
Figuring out where the pot of gold is, of course.
They smirked at my ignorance, not realizing how close I was to come.

Dapper Steampunk Cat

Steampunk cat gentleman was dressed up at nine.
Dapper, distinguished, handsome, in every way fine.
You would make a fine date for any feline.
Said my aunt Tootsie, who lived in the Rhine.

Fifty years ago, she told him, I would have made you mine.
He jumped up and ran off, without a whimper or whine.
You scared him! Said her nieces, whose faces did shine.
Tootsie smirked at her joke, feeling happy and fine.

Clairvoyant Cat

Clairvoyant cat stared at the tarot spread
He had not expected this, but here it was
His owner did not understand the tarot
He smirked, keeping the bad news to himself

Love Story

I asked my lover; do you love me?
She smiled, said gently, I like you, but do not love you.

I had heard these heartbreaking answers before,
So, I asked again, should we break up, and move on?
She smirked and said, Do whatever you want but just do not jump over the cliff.

Living in Roky mountains, I used to climb a little hill on weekends,
I decided to go to the top and see how the jump from cliff will look like,

Get there, see a girl standing on the ledge,
Carefully got behind her, peeked at the valley below,
Asked her, how do you feel to jump from here?
You are already heart broken, you may not die, but you will break your bones.

I asked her to get down, we sat on a boulder overlooking valley,
It was bright morning, sun shining over blue spruce, clouds drifting around,
We both looked at the blue skies, and wondered what if sun gets blocked by clouds,
Answer was in our hearts; sun still shines brightly behind the clouds.

We joined hands, came down the hill and promised,
Let us be friends before we turn into lovers forever.

Cold Night

As I was walking alone the night asked me if I wanted to listen to its story? Its story about the cold. 
I put my hands in my pockets. I saw a web formed on a street light high. 
I knew that the night was trying to warn me that the path I’d chosen would see me die alone.
I smirked at the memory of all the years I’d known the night and felt it’s cold. 
All the years I’d had to fight just to call a place for us our home.
All the years played out before me, like the taste of a fine stock, the compression hid what I didn’t and just couldn’t want to know.

I asked the night what was before me and should I turn left, right or go home.
It simply said the decisions before me were mine and mine alone.

As I carried on walking the night again asked me if I would like to hear its story, its story about the cold.

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