Wry Poems - Poems about Wry

...In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But some......Read the rest...

...I As things do return home like a refrain, On way back from a country tour were we, A leisurely long trip—my kin and me, And met a quaint character on the train, As I recall, in his late li......Read the rest...

...Charming and filled with humorous doggy characters, so unique I’m floored when I think of an aussidoodle, or a scotchi‘s fido physique Pages of dogs all breeds and places, RG’s fun reads,......Read the rest...

...Many a pen writes and retreats, Some like politicians play game, Or loiter in lit’rary streets To return just as they once came, Their love for pen little bit lame, And greed for name and fame s......Read the rest...

...Just because an impetus arose... to repost poem (I chanced to locate amidst plethora of poems on hard drive of Macbook Pro) written more'n a half decade ago before yours truly blissfully ob......Read the rest...

...My boiling point’s hit third degree; ‘Lying swathed in euphoric slick.’ Your lyrics demand a reply; What’s up with no resolution? Left an out of sync melody, finish every strum that you pick;......Read the rest...

... Mamma, what a lovely angel you are Before I came into this world you carried Me for nine gruelling months, Morning sickness and throw-ups Is what I gave when you conceived me And innume......Read the rest...

...am out of po-at-tree writing... practice, cofcofhmmph so... a wry-ting maybe... a rye-tong to... write-on as a... right-on of... a pen-still knot... every word just phrase-in... ......Read the rest...

...Her answer was sarcastically wry The look she gave out made me cry Something so simple, went so wrong I started to toot my own horn Her eyes rolling made me sigh ......Read the rest...

...Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt A thoughtless mind in lasting drought Dried up thoughts = washed up habits Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits Peaking like a vicious storm crashing......Read the rest...

... It was a harsh, hard going season. “It’s a dying winter, lad,” he said, crunching words around, a gnawed pipe stem. Briefly embers sought a place to disappear. Cinder gray eyes, set deep in......Read the rest...

...When you died I did not cry Not a single tear Fell from my eye I ask myself every day I ask him why? I miss you And I'm not going to lie I hope you're in heaven I hope that you can fly I di......Read the rest...

...Flowers bloom precipitously to Silence a corpse of ill-intent... Bringing hope to all who suffered Through winter's mad torment. The snapdragon shows its passion As the snow-drop leads the way......Read the rest...

...Future time traveler looks back one century ago I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and 64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse, (who remained married to yours truly for about o......Read the rest...

...CLEVER One likes to think oneself as clever Always ironic, and with a wry grin Yet the great leveller is often poetry As it sorts the wheat from the chaff And rhyme and metre can be a faff Al......Read the rest...