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A very short, ironic and witty poem usually written as a brief couplet or quatrain. The term is derived from the Greek epigramma meaning inscription.


Montgomery lies in sweet repose.
Her husband caught him with Sweet Rose!

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik 2014


The night grows dark; the shadows long,
the musty smell is thick and strong.
Anne, once glad that she had married him,
is gladder now that she has buried him!

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik 2014

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55 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – EPIGRAM

  1. Lovely shorties Walt!

  2. William Preston on said:

    At shortstop, Wright was tense and tight,
    so, when in doubt, we hit to Wright.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  3. William Preston on said:

    MacArthur’s aim was poor: his kisses
    never met the lips of misses.
    Instead, his misses trended south
    and so the misses mashed his mouth.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  4. William Preston on said:

    Gramp was witty, a bit of a ham:
    “I’m older,” he said, “than Uncle Sam
    and headed for my final exam.”
    His epitaph’s an epigram.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  5. These are all so clever.

    I’ve scoured my brain to no avail.
    for lack of epigram, I wail.

  6. William Preston on said:

    A house that’s haunted with wasps in the attic
    deserves to be rendered epigrammatic.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  7. William Preston on said:

    Can an epigrammer be a poet?
    Perhaps he can, but who would know it?

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  8. William Preston on said:

    Thanks for the prompt and the great examples, Walt. This is more fun than skipping rocks.


    If we could sit and chat
    With the children we once were,
    Would we teach them lessons learned
    Or let them squirm?


  10. flashpoetguy on said:


    Let’s hope the rain will keep up
    So it won’t pour down.


  11. flashpoetguy on said:


    They say we grow shorter as we age.
    I’m not half the man I used to be.


  12. connielpeters on said:

    Here lies a man named Johnny White
    He never knew a wrong from right
    He hurt and stole from those around
    He bothers no one in the ground


    No matter where he goes, from youth
    that Oscar chap won’t tell the truth.
    And naught will change when Oscar dies.
    Beneath the ground is where he lies.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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    Once green leaves have turned to brown,
    and now lay strewn upon the ground.
    Autumn falls in shades and hues,
    and sticks to bottoms of our shoes!


    If I could grab what’s on that shelf,
    I might improve my sense of self.
    But such a plan I’ll have to thwart
    because, you see, I’m too darn short.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  17. Wm Preston on said:

    Some athletes flaunt their great agility
    without a bit of sensibility.

    copyright 2014, William Preston


    I wandered through a park in the fall,
    its vibrant vistas meant to enthrall.
    But when I sat, embracing autumn,
    a wet park bench would paint my bottom.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  19. RJ Clarken on said:

    Economics Lesson

    Here’s how to always remain financially in the black:
    Borrow from a pessimist – he won’t expect it back.


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  21. And here he lies in earth and rock
    Near flower blooms and sun lit blocks
    He sped thro life’s dark blinding reel
    And now he rests beneath moon peels

  22. The summer breeze has left this place
    And now there’s taste of a hallowed glaze
    The butterfly buds that once grew pages
    Now linger in moon’s shadowed faces

  23. Here lies her washed-up mermaid muse,
    who gathered words, then got confused.

    She buried them deep, and left the scene.
    The sea waved them goodbye, and now she’s fin.

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  25. Inscription on the Upside-Down Dome Light

    Fair warning to October’s last fat-withering housefly,

    (whose bucket-list includes visiting big dome upside-down light) :

    Those who land here only leave flying on angel’s wings.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

  26. What a fun form, Walt…and what great ones to start us off!

    Great writing here poets!

  27. He rested down by the old oak tree
    six feet under: his wives met, accidentally.

    She was on her way to heaven,
    car crash at Seven/Eleven.

    He woke hung over in a stranger’s bed
    next to a bloody severed head.

  28. Walt, your offerings are soooo funny!

  29. Mom’s treasured death was long overdue.
    (Now I can finally get a dragon tattoo.)

  30. He always said, “The darker the pit, the longer the wait.”
    I guess he just settled our lifelong debate.

  31. Darlene Franklin on said:

    I find this one extremely difficult. Here are two:

    This lunar eclipse thrills blood mooners
    But Okies will try to gaze sooner

    Jockey John Johnson once raced an alpaca
    When Johnny lost, he said, now I will sack ya.

  32. Write Off?

    I’ve been so absent from this site
    I feel I have no right to write.
    But I’m not dead yet. Here I am.
    Don’t write, just yet, my epigram.

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