That this should feel the need of Death
The same as those that lived
Is such a Feat of Irony
As never was -- achieved --

Not satisfied to ape the Great
In his simplicity
The small must die, as well as He --
Oh the Audacity --

Emily Dickison

 

Dramatic Irony

you know i really love you
i think your hair is summer-sweet
your glance like a dance across a field of memory
would someone dare call me silly?
i'd run him down with a wooden sword!
and celebrate being on a stage
dont you know, they all run forwards
and tuck their hair behind their ears
darling, we float! living the vertical
if were lucky we meet angels
and have them envy me for having you
these days, we are corny, and clichéd,
though i myself crunch corn with voracity
and a cliché is clichéd, and oh dear,
you know how we actors ramble on,
with all our parts a sad one as He would say

sweetie, ditch the sugar, tuck your hair in front of your ears
and pass the salt, theres a good girl, so i can make magic with it
and for you, and with you, out of ordinary things.
Gayle Goh

Situational Irony