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I Am | | I am a flower and have prickles I wonder if I'm strong I hear the wind I see the rain I want to let go of all my pain I am a flower and I have prickles I pretend to be dangerous I feel the wet soil I touch the earths core I worry if I'll wither I cry, .......... |
Bright Shiny Moon | | I have fallen on the ground I fell over a Beagle Hound I split my pants as you can see I hid behind an old oak tree I ran as far as I could go I hid high and I hid low If you see me do not glance I just want to change my pants I stooped behind an old tree .......... |
Momo's Pizza | | When I go to Momo's It's my dream come true When I get there I'm so happy My face literally turns blue. I always order the same thing It's always really good Pizza is the best thing It's one of my favorite foods. The pizza, with its fluffy crust Makes my mouth .......... |
the joy of raising a baby | | ....... a voice that's loud as thunder? you are so small and oh so cute, but you are never very shy, for whenever you want .......... |
Two Brothers | | Two brothers of power They crack the sky We tend to cower when we hear their cry Always enraged It cannot resist It strikes the Earth With a super charged fist Together they go To the heat of battle Summon the rain And make Earth rattle Facing these .......... |
DragonFly | | When the heat of summer came drowsy the land A dragonfly came and sat on my hand I dared not move a muscle for fear it would fly away from that summer day and back into the sky I touched it very gently to see if it was dead it turned around to bite .......... |
Love Poem | | It's lucky Shakespeare never knew a lovely woman quite like you, since even he, the Avon Bard, might well have found the task too hard of mining with his magic pen the spell you cast on mortal men, and failing thus, he might have lost the will to write, which could have .......... |
The Bug in the Rug and the Pug | | Who gets the cracker crumbs from the snacker the ones the dogs can't get at? For there is a bug deep down in the rug he's small and wears a little hat. He loves his life fine, for he eats all the time, from chips to chocolate ice cream, from morsels of .......... |
To My Alarm Clock | | Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping When the peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping. My serenity ripped asunder, sudden and drastic By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic. I roll over in pain and pound on the snooze, Groaning, moaning, thinking 'What's there .......... |
Stick a fork in me, I'm done! | | Ode to the Lehnert name, The Lehnert name is dead. For asleep in the other room, Lays three Princesses in bed. With earrings in their ears, And polish on their pinkies. I checked and checked and checked again, But couldn't find their winkies. They're all a little .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | | Humorous Poems: 1-10 of 69 |
As the funny
quote goes, “Never take life seriously; nobody gets out alive
anyways.” As oddly as that statement is, it also is so true.
Funny poems help us be grounded in life. With all the stressors
of life and the sometimes overwhelming lifestyles today and work
we need to take some time and allow ourselves some time to have
a good laugh. Humorous poems are found through history
especially in old English pub songs and Celtic folk songs, which
laid the foundation for Limericks
in the future. Story telling, which is one of the first ways
humans recorded history orally, grew out of the playful, self
–entertainment needs of humans. Funny stories and poetry
satisfy the needs to sometimes explain the surrounding physical
world so that we don’t allow daily mundane stressors to take
charge of our lives. Funny poems are an antidote for relief
from the world’s hardships.
These Funny Poems combine humor, wit and wisdom to make you smile and laugh. Enjoy!
Funny poems such as limericks evoke laughter, which encompasses
happiness. They provide a variety of wit to it that
conventional writing styles would not permit. Comical relief is
always good and sets one in a good mood. There is an endless
array of inspirational humorous poems to be put into writing.
One of the most common forms of funny
poetry is the limerick. The
history of the limerick is
dubious but best found its start in 14th century
England as short humorous lyrics
in pubs. Shakespeare often used them in his works to add a bit
of wit. They were popularized in the Victorian age as
nonsensical funny children poetry but also shared other major
themes, such as: love poems,
drinking songs, poems of national affair, and satires on public
figures.
Imagery in funny poems will hit the right
cord. They have a keen awareness of its separate elements and
being able to give them out in just the right measurements.
Humorous stories are able to replace the natural arc of stories
the reader is used to receiving a certain way to have a pleasant
laugh.
Feeling down, depressed, or overwhelmed? What better remedy than a good laugh? What is the risk? The only symptoms are a smile on your face and if it is a good laugh a stomach pain and tears from joy. Funny poems, such as
limericks, are a great therapeutic method of taking off some of the stresses of life. Laughter is a common language that all can identify with; it is a language that spans beyond words. With funny poems as the bait you can use the powerful and pervasive energy of laughter to bring people together. To have funny poems makes life more enjoyable and helps people of all languages speak the same language of laughter. So delve in some great funny poems and have yourself a giggly drink of laughter of some creative and funny poetry
Funny Poem of the Day
THE ANSWER
I've found a perfect, foolproof way
Of having just a perfect day
With no harsh word or unkind deed
To keep me from the peace I need
I never fear a traffic jam
Or folks who aren't kind...as I am
No rain or sleet to soil my shoes
Nor cloudy days to bring the blues
No harsh concerns can furl my brow
Because I have the answer now
To keep all worries from my head
I simply don't get out of bed
- RANDY THOMAS
Quote of the Day
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THIS POEM
This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
but no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
Even while you sit there, unmovable,
you have begun to vanish. And it does no matter.
The poem will go on without you.
It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.
It is not sad, really, only empty.
Once perhaps it was sad, no one knows why.
It prefers to remember nothing.
Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.
Your type of beauty has no place here.
Night is the sky over this poem.
It is too black for stars.
And do not look for any illumination.
You neither can nor should understand what it means.
Listen, it comes with out guitar,
neither in rags nor any purple fashion.
And there is nothing in it to comfort you.
Close your eyes, yawn. It will be over soon.
you will forge the poem, but not before
It has forgotten you. And it does not matter.
It has been most beautiful in its erasures.
O bleached mirrors! Oceans of the drowned!
Nor is one silence equal to another.
And it does not matter what you think.
This poem is not addressed to you.
- DONALD JUSTICE |
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