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Oh! The Irony

Looking for ironic poetry.

Poetry only.

No prose, please.

No pedestrian rhyme.

Imagery and metaphor impress me.

If the irony of the poem is not apparent, it will be disqualified.

Contest is Over

  • Contest was judged on August 4, 2007
  • Rewards: Gold: 300
  • Final notes:
    Thanks to everyone who entered. You made it a tough choice.

Contest Winners

  1. I've this book of selected poems
    by Billy Collins that leaves me
    by NoUseForAName 25 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 4 7:22 PM 2007
    Gold trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove]
  2. Error: Unable to find finalist item 2180910, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
  3. by Mezclita 47 lines, 25 comments, on Jul 2 5:19 AM 2007. In Thoughts, Message, Freewrite
    Bronze trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove]
  4. Error: Unable to find finalist item 2591884, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
  5. by Gordon 8 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 30 11:21 PM 2007
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  6. He was given one year to live.
    by myrataal 13 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 29 11:56 PM 2007. In Personal, Pain, Loss, Thoughts.
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]

Entries [7]

1 - 7 of 7
  • Another birthday?
    Let's celebrate!
    You bring the food,
    by Freed by Mercy 28 lines, 20 comments, on Jun 4 12:00 AM 2007. In Humor
    • Commented on by judge. Prewrite
  • My days, like a ravenous cloud, / chews on light, spits out rain / God‘s hands wring out its pain / tears that seek their own level / to lo
    by Carly Pop 29 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 30 3:13 PM 2007
    • Commented on by judge.

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  • Violet Moodswing Greeters member
    July 29, 2007
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    Lol, darn you for making me use a dictionary.

    I am going to have to go find out why those pedestrians are rhyming


  • Cherokee
    August 4, 2007
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    Thank you for hosting. Now that it's over and I won't give myself away, I am happy to let you know that all the little feet have grown into teenage feet. One is about to start College and the other two are close behind. I mean children, not feet. Sounded like I was raising a Circus Freak for a minute there, didn't it?