Satirical Poems
#satirical
Satirical poems use satire to ridicule vices and shortcomings. The satire genre mocks the weaknesses of individuals, governments, corporations or society itself.
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
Today 5:38pm
Today 5:38pm
Idi/Bera
Idi/bera
So many wondrous projections
Give rise to risible trainwreckshuns
What if she’s a he
An Idi Amin slash Yogi Berra confection?
Did not the Vikings plunder
Rape and pillage
And cut all asunder?
Strike each village with
Thoric hammered thunder?
I understand the urge to jump Rorschach
The runes, condemn the beastie hordes
As for me I’ll put away the bloody swords
And paint her/him with comic words.
Imagine the brutal comic roast
Of Idi/Berra just off the coast
Stout...
So many wondrous projections
Give rise to risible trainwreckshuns
What if she’s a he
An Idi Amin slash Yogi Berra confection?
Did not the Vikings plunder
Rape and pillage
And cut all asunder?
Strike each village with
Thoric hammered thunder?
I understand the urge to jump Rorschach
The runes, condemn the beastie hordes
As for me I’ll put away the bloody swords
And paint her/him with comic words.
Imagine the brutal comic roast
Of Idi/Berra just off the coast
Stout...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 5:04pm
13th Jan 2023 5:04pm
Sideways, Not Scissors!
Tis true
In my case at least
That poets think often
Of the sexual feast
And delight
In many ways
Be they straight
Or a little sideways
Or alien
And outward bound
Sex with a poet
Could prove
Most profound
And i won't even mention
Or say out loud
That sex with a poet
Is fun in a crowd
Don't ask
Did i mention
That i was trans
Phew!
Glad i didn't go there
Not crossed many boundaries
In any direction
No longer have
Whatever rhymes
With election
by Jemia
In my case at least
That poets think often
Of the sexual feast
And delight
In many ways
Be they straight
Or a little sideways
Or alien
And outward bound
Sex with a poet
Could prove
Most profound
And i won't even mention
Or say out loud
That sex with a poet
Is fun in a crowd
Don't ask
Did i mention
That i was trans
Phew!
Glad i didn't go there
Not crossed many boundaries
In any direction
No longer have
Whatever rhymes
With election
by Jemia
#sex
#satirical
#funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 11:25pm
9th Jan 2023 11:25pm
A Honeyed Moon Vision
Is it to soon?
To wonder, how, or why?
A cow jumping over a moon
Perhaps it was wearing the socks
Of its great ancestors
The Wild Aurochs
Not surprised they're extinct now
Perhaps they too were moon jumpers
Like this athletic cow
I'm not here to wonder how, or why
About a cow jumping over the moon
Did it fly?
Or do a funny jig
Or grow wings
Like a flying pig
Could explain, if you please
The rumours that
The moon is cheese
And take away the N too
All you're left...
To wonder, how, or why?
A cow jumping over a moon
Perhaps it was wearing the socks
Of its great ancestors
The Wild Aurochs
Not surprised they're extinct now
Perhaps they too were moon jumpers
Like this athletic cow
I'm not here to wonder how, or why
About a cow jumping over the moon
Did it fly?
Or do a funny jig
Or grow wings
Like a flying pig
Could explain, if you please
The rumours that
The moon is cheese
And take away the N too
All you're left...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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Eren
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 5:10pm
8th Jan 2023 5:10pm
It is March and I have finally accepted that Christmas is over.
Stars splinter night, and if you’d just step outside -
sky looks like paragraphs of dishevelled text
corrupting against white page.
Across empty streets, lampposts define evening
and in bedrooms, people journal the day.
One writes about love as an obsession and another, that;
It is March and I have finally accepted that Christmas is over.
This is the first step toward recovery in majority middle class towns.
The others are an assortment of instructions found
between the hedges of inspirational quotation marks, ...
sky looks like paragraphs of dishevelled text
corrupting against white page.
Across empty streets, lampposts define evening
and in bedrooms, people journal the day.
One writes about love as an obsession and another, that;
It is March and I have finally accepted that Christmas is over.
This is the first step toward recovery in majority middle class towns.
The others are an assortment of instructions found
between the hedges of inspirational quotation marks, ...
#politics
#satirical
#funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 2:27pm
8th Jan 2023 2:27pm
Cheese Bored....?
Oat milk
Goat milk
Cows milk
Sheep milk
Mothers milk
Milch cows
Cream
Cheese
Dairy leas
Marry me
Edam, Gouda
Swiss, like chocolate aero
Holey, not holy
Blue cheese veins, no vanity
Cheddar gorged
Cheshire, like the cat (ask Alice)
Red Leicester, not political
Brie
Camembert, oh Camembert!
Lancashire, crumbly
Like the ruins of an old castle keep
Cottage cheese, no cottaging
Stilton
Bishops Finger
Try not to linger
No actresses
Bishop bashed
Checkmate
Not...
Goat milk
Cows milk
Sheep milk
Mothers milk
Milch cows
Cream
Cheese
Dairy leas
Marry me
Edam, Gouda
Swiss, like chocolate aero
Holey, not holy
Blue cheese veins, no vanity
Cheddar gorged
Cheshire, like the cat (ask Alice)
Red Leicester, not political
Brie
Camembert, oh Camembert!
Lancashire, crumbly
Like the ruins of an old castle keep
Cottage cheese, no cottaging
Stilton
Bishops Finger
Try not to linger
No actresses
Bishop bashed
Checkmate
Not...
#food
#satirical
#funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 10:43pm
6th Jan 2023 10:43pm
Paws For Thought
Time
Has passed me by
Like a penguin
High
And skating
On chocolate!
By a funny coincidence
I consumed
A penguin tonight!
It's meat consisted of
Mint flavourings
Biscuit
And chocolate
It had no beak
Or floppy feet
And certainly did not walk
Like Charlie Chaplin!
Is a penguin
Fish, or fowl?
Asking for my friend
The very hungry owl
Who may, or may not
Seen a penguin
When he
And a certain cat friend
Sailed to sea
But that's someone else' ...
Has passed me by
Like a penguin
High
And skating
On chocolate!
By a funny coincidence
I consumed
A penguin tonight!
It's meat consisted of
Mint flavourings
Biscuit
And chocolate
It had no beak
Or floppy feet
And certainly did not walk
Like Charlie Chaplin!
Is a penguin
Fish, or fowl?
Asking for my friend
The very hungry owl
Who may, or may not
Seen a penguin
When he
And a certain cat friend
Sailed to sea
But that's someone else' ...
#satirical
#funny
#surreal
51 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 4:15pm
4th Jan 2023 4:15pm
Little Piggy
Skeleton drumming on a closed book,
of The Stones, Jumpin' Jack Flash
rattling my bones, to suck your marrow
and eat your little piggy
as my shadow sticks on the bedpost
sucking my thumb, fee-fi-fo-fum
dragging you in by the hook,
skeleton drumming on a closed book
of The Stones, Jumpin' Jack Flash
rattling my bones, to suck your marrow
and eat your little piggy
as my shadow sticks on the bedpost
sucking my thumb, fee-fi-fo-fum
dragging you in by the hook,
skeleton drumming on a closed book
#parody
#satirical
#ghosts
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 11:10am
31st Dec 2022 11:10am
the long day and Hitler
the long day and Hitler
It is Christmas Eve the TV has nothing to offer but sentimental
crap, where the rich rescue a Christmas for the poor and everyone
in the park and sing while bells chime; no one has bored anyone
by pointing out that it is Jesus’s birthday today.
Flicking through the computer’s many sites, I came across Hitler’s
drawing of Father Christmas, a haunted face casting a side glance
not sure, if someone is making fun of him, the eyes also tell us of doubt
over his profession as a clown.
Hitler didn’t travel much, once he...
It is Christmas Eve the TV has nothing to offer but sentimental
crap, where the rich rescue a Christmas for the poor and everyone
in the park and sing while bells chime; no one has bored anyone
by pointing out that it is Jesus’s birthday today.
Flicking through the computer’s many sites, I came across Hitler’s
drawing of Father Christmas, a haunted face casting a side glance
not sure, if someone is making fun of him, the eyes also tell us of doubt
over his profession as a clown.
Hitler didn’t travel much, once he...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 1:34pm
23rd Dec 2022 1:34pm
gosh dang it
Lemony Snickets
Unfortunate bits of shit I'd rather not talk about.
Got it
in the vault and it's gonna take a long time to figure it out and until then I lock it up
Heavens to Betsy
God forbid I connect with
anything that doesn't require my patience
Figure it out for yourself
ya stupid fuck
You were safe inside where the door was locked shut
Lemony snickets a series of sinister
shit under everybody's breath as you walk by them.
Can't face the music when the speakers are blown
Cuz the hostage just knows he ain't...
Unfortunate bits of shit I'd rather not talk about.
Got it
in the vault and it's gonna take a long time to figure it out and until then I lock it up
Heavens to Betsy
God forbid I connect with
anything that doesn't require my patience
Figure it out for yourself
ya stupid fuck
You were safe inside where the door was locked shut
Lemony snickets a series of sinister
shit under everybody's breath as you walk by them.
Can't face the music when the speakers are blown
Cuz the hostage just knows he ain't...
#death
#satirical
#memories
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
God f**k Ye Merry Gentlemen
I could tell Jo had been drinking whilst writing her Xmas Cards, on catching sight of my enveloped address. It tilted like a capsizing ship.
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
#satirical
#ghosts
#masculinity
106 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Dec 2022 11:40am
9th Dec 2022 11:40am
Me and Mrs Grundy
I smacked that very naughty girl
(‘I’m glad that discipline’s still taught!’)
and then I let the night unfurl
(‘she must regret having been caught!’)
and then I did some other stuff
(‘...surely one smack was enough?’)
I stuck it in her hairy muff
(‘I didn’t know girls still wore them...’)
and made that beaver sticky as
(‘wait, she keeps a beaver as a pet?’)
and then I nutted on her tits
(‘this is getting out of hand,
it doesn’t even rhyme!’)
I gave that girl a real good time
(‘well that’s a start I guess...’)
and wrote...
(‘I’m glad that discipline’s still taught!’)
and then I let the night unfurl
(‘she must regret having been caught!’)
and then I did some other stuff
(‘...surely one smack was enough?’)
I stuck it in her hairy muff
(‘I didn’t know girls still wore them...’)
and made that beaver sticky as
(‘wait, she keeps a beaver as a pet?’)
and then I nutted on her tits
(‘this is getting out of hand,
it doesn’t even rhyme!’)
I gave that girl a real good time
(‘well that’s a start I guess...’)
and wrote...
#sex
#erotic
#parody #satirical
#parody #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Dec 2022 10:25pm
4th Dec 2022 10:25pm
The Relevant Elephant
A poor thought
Aforethought
So i ought
But got caught
On that thought
So cheaply sought
I then bought
Or thought
I caught
A fish!
Which i laid upon
A dish
And made a wish
For a kish
(Well i was a bit pished!)
So i ate
A potato
In a jacket
(I made no racket)
Not surprised
As it was
So bloody cold!
by Jemia
Aforethought
So i ought
But got caught
On that thought
So cheaply sought
I then bought
Or thought
I caught
A fish!
Which i laid upon
A dish
And made a wish
For a kish
(Well i was a bit pished!)
So i ate
A potato
In a jacket
(I made no racket)
Not surprised
As it was
So bloody cold!
by Jemia
#satirical
#funny
#fish #LifeAsAWriter
#fish #LifeAsAWriter
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