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.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 12:41pm
18th Apr 2019 12:41pm
Badger Gumbo
Two jogging down a sunny stretch of beach,
To make out that the couple as they’re viewed
Just far enough from bathers out of reach,
Old as their moms and dads, and in the nude.
It was that year I’d trained to be a chef,
And trending off the Keys, a new resort.
I found myself addressing many guests,
To learn what was their favorite dish of sort.
And lo’, behold, the couple I’d heard tell
That streaked so leisurely upon the beach,
Had just arrived with scent of suntan gel
On stretchmarked bodies fuzzy as a peach. ...
To make out that the couple as they’re viewed
Just far enough from bathers out of reach,
Old as their moms and dads, and in the nude.
It was that year I’d trained to be a chef,
And trending off the Keys, a new resort.
I found myself addressing many guests,
To learn what was their favorite dish of sort.
And lo’, behold, the couple I’d heard tell
That streaked so leisurely upon the beach,
Had just arrived with scent of suntan gel
On stretchmarked bodies fuzzy as a peach. ...
#food
#satirical
#funny #NaPoWriMo2019
#funny #NaPoWriMo2019
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ArcanceOdist
Poem Published
13th Mar 2019 1:11am
13th Mar 2019 1:11am
National Hard Working Sexy Single Mothers Holiday
Lordie be Sug I do believe that they oughta' run your picture in a magazine, newspaper or something like that. 'Cause you're such an overly dedicated hard working woman. I mean if you weren't actually sinkin' in a river of debt, I'd say, "Quit that job and let 'em find another lackey to do their bidding for a few days.” And I know you're seriously depending on every dime to make ends meet. But babe, I'm seriously sick and tired of you working so much to the point where it seems like you're working yourself to the grave instead of working to make a living. They need to dedicate a holiday to...
#romantic
#ILoveYou
#parody
#satirical
#FreeVerse
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 9:17am
11th Mar 2019 9:17am
re-remembered
The re-membered
Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand
taken by the high tide drifting away
but at low ebb glitter on the lonely strand.
Speak to my memory as seen in a child's eye
when my mother was young and danced
had laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes.
Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams
when life was lovely, and summers were long,
hold on to your vision of yore till your life ends.
Speak to me a memory of your time as a seaman
when life was often sad, but books made you sane
in every...
Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand
taken by the high tide drifting away
but at low ebb glitter on the lonely strand.
Speak to my memory as seen in a child's eye
when my mother was young and danced
had laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes.
Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams
when life was lovely, and summers were long,
hold on to your vision of yore till your life ends.
Speak to me a memory of your time as a seaman
when life was often sad, but books made you sane
in every...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 2:29pm
10th Mar 2019 2:29pm
Glutton
The way you macerate with your mandibles manifests disgust in my ears.
The way you flagellate your followers brings me many enraged tears.
Every way you carry on commonly calm makes me anxiously cough.
You are a living, breathing, pile of excrement sitting in the pig trough.
I can hear the gurgling of your stomach, and it sickens me.
What have you eaten today, government cheese and grease?
You're practically a planet, carted around in a steel basket-
and you think you're beautiful, in the shape of your lord.
Did your lord eat until he could eat no...
The way you flagellate your followers brings me many enraged tears.
Every way you carry on commonly calm makes me anxiously cough.
You are a living, breathing, pile of excrement sitting in the pig trough.
I can hear the gurgling of your stomach, and it sickens me.
What have you eaten today, government cheese and grease?
You're practically a planet, carted around in a steel basket-
and you think you're beautiful, in the shape of your lord.
Did your lord eat until he could eat no...
#anger
#hate
#satirical
#frustration
#hypocrisy
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Feb 2019 9:10am
25th Feb 2019 9:10am
looking east
The view
looking out of the window facing inland
I see a petrol station painted green and across
the station a shabby supermarket with
an incompetent staff yet an excellent place to go
if you need to buy milk.
Buying wine is not recommended they don't
know how to store it and the wine goes off.
The road below me is as usual full of traffic
that flows to fast.
I can't see the upland the view is closed
by ugly blocks of flats too cold in the winter
too hot in the summer.
I sigh, return to my terrace that faces the sea
and...
looking out of the window facing inland
I see a petrol station painted green and across
the station a shabby supermarket with
an incompetent staff yet an excellent place to go
if you need to buy milk.
Buying wine is not recommended they don't
know how to store it and the wine goes off.
The road below me is as usual full of traffic
that flows to fast.
I can't see the upland the view is closed
by ugly blocks of flats too cold in the winter
too hot in the summer.
I sigh, return to my terrace that faces the sea
and...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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SimpleTon
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:52pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:52pm
Anarchist brainstorming!
Anarchist brainstorming sessions at a secret location (five star hotel in London).
Conference leader "Before we stop for tea, cake and biscuits let's hear from Team one."
Team one member: "My name is Malcolm and I am an anarchist. Big up the Hendon on Thames branch, we fight the power every Wednesday at my brothers tapas bar."
Course leader: "You are out of control having tapas and planning to rock the world. It's what we fight for. Freedom Warrior please tell us about your teams brainstorm!"
Team one member:
"Our group was discussing...
Conference leader "Before we stop for tea, cake and biscuits let's hear from Team one."
Team one member: "My name is Malcolm and I am an anarchist. Big up the Hendon on Thames branch, we fight the power every Wednesday at my brothers tapas bar."
Course leader: "You are out of control having tapas and planning to rock the world. It's what we fight for. Freedom Warrior please tell us about your teams brainstorm!"
Team one member:
"Our group was discussing...
#politics
#satirical
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 11:43am
18th Feb 2019 11:43am
Hail Jim Carrey
Hail Jim Carrey, thanks for Ace-
Ventura it was funny.
Blessed art thou among comics,
and blessed is the fruit of thy acting;
All-of-your-other-movies.
Holy Carrey, comedian of God,
jest for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Alrighty then.
Ventura it was funny.
Blessed art thou among comics,
and blessed is the fruit of thy acting;
All-of-your-other-movies.
Holy Carrey, comedian of God,
jest for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Alrighty then.
#religion
#spiritual
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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SimpleTon
Poem Published
16th Feb 2019 9:08am
16th Feb 2019 9:08am
Minor to miner looking for an angel
The dead man
Lived in a tent
He had no family
He had no friends
He died alone on his lonely strip of land
A smile on his face and scars on his hands.
Few knew the truth
He was just a weirdo, a joke and a folk tale
Seventy four years mining
He started as a minor
A child removed from school
Prospecting for Gold
He was a labourer for his dad
The Welshman who went to America to become better
He was a respected coal miner
He had learned in the tavern of a local legend of hidden gold in the mountains
He had a...
Lived in a tent
He had no family
He had no friends
He died alone on his lonely strip of land
A smile on his face and scars on his hands.
Few knew the truth
He was just a weirdo, a joke and a folk tale
Seventy four years mining
He started as a minor
A child removed from school
Prospecting for Gold
He was a labourer for his dad
The Welshman who went to America to become better
He was a respected coal miner
He had learned in the tavern of a local legend of hidden gold in the mountains
He had a...
#satirical
#historical
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Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
14th Feb 2019 10:36pm
14th Feb 2019 10:36pm
Fallen Cherub
Your condescending glances
are the nails of crucifixion.
I'd gladly hang upon a cross
to be freed from this affliction.
The stench of sarcastic silence
lies relentless on my skin.
I use the blood from open wounds
to wash away the sin.
Burdened by the blasphemy,
a fire of rage consumes.
Your scent of pain and fragile fear,
the sweetest of perfumes.
I'll pin your wings into the earth
with arrows from your quiver,
and eviscerate the heart within
while feasting on your liver.
So never...
are the nails of crucifixion.
I'd gladly hang upon a cross
to be freed from this affliction.
The stench of sarcastic silence
lies relentless on my skin.
I use the blood from open wounds
to wash away the sin.
Burdened by the blasphemy,
a fire of rage consumes.
Your scent of pain and fragile fear,
the sweetest of perfumes.
I'll pin your wings into the earth
with arrows from your quiver,
and eviscerate the heart within
while feasting on your liver.
So never...
#murder
#satirical
#funny
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 1:11pm
13th Feb 2019 1:11pm
New isn't good enough
New is boring
Old is broken down
Vintage is cool
Iconic is old tech on the forefront
Even though it never really took off
Spaceview
Timeless
Ironic
Old is broken down
Vintage is cool
Iconic is old tech on the forefront
Even though it never really took off
Spaceview
Timeless
Ironic
#satirical
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 4:24am
12th Feb 2019 4:24am
Daydreaming
Daydreaming about how awesome I am
So lost in thought I do not see the tram
Yes siree, I’m pretty good aren’t I ---SLAM!
So lost in thought I do not see the tram
Yes siree, I’m pretty good aren’t I ---SLAM!
#rhyming
#satirical
#funny
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 4:17am
12th Feb 2019 4:17am
Curse it Tercet!
Call office in the morning. Ring Ring Ring
Sorry boss but I’m too ill to come in.
Now…. Let the Netflix movie binge begin!
Put a rolled up sock down my underwear
To make me appear well endowed down there
Itch all night ‘cos it was made from mohair
Talking to a boring guy at the bar
Who won't stop talking...
Sorry boss but I’m too ill to come in.
Now…. Let the Netflix movie binge begin!
Put a rolled up sock down my underwear
To make me appear well endowed down there
Itch all night ‘cos it was made from mohair
Talking to a boring guy at the bar
Who won't stop talking...
#relationships
#rhyming
#satirical #funny
#satirical #funny
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