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Over Medicated | | Sitting on the edge of the bed, feet swinging back and forth, I'm able to kick the medical table. Back of the door an eye chart, cover one eye as I wait. Paper gown, hope my back end won't show, remember to sit straight. I hear him fumbling with my medical chart. This is my room yet he .......... |
Careful, He Will Hear You | | How do you like your hearing aid? Have you adjusted to it yet? It can surely change your life. Your family likes it too, I bet. I ain't told them I got it. I can hear every word they speak. And I ain't gonna tell them either. Changed my will three times this .......... |
LIFE IN A FISH BOWL | | I'm living in a fish bowl, and I think I'm growing gills. I'm getting all misshapen, and I still can't pay my bill. Like a germ under a microscope, they watch me every day. They want to know what I'll do next, and what I have to say. I'm really not that special, just an aging flower .......... |
Limerick to Old Men | | As I grew older I also grew bolder and with all the young girls I did flirt. My wife caught me eyeing, And assisted my dying, Now all I'll be eyeing is .......... |
The Happiness Salesman | | ....... if the sir were to ponder he would surely find that any man searching for smiles was clearly out of his mind would you remove your grimace .......... |
The One That Got Away | | Are the fish biting today? I guess we will see. The sun is just rising. Is it meant to be? With my pole in my hand, I head for the shore. I don't need a tackle box, Just worms, nothing more. I find a nice rock, 'Ah, this one will do.' It's just the right size. I kick off my .......... |
The Claxton Chronicle | | ....... rain's no never mind, never gripes about the grind, and his sweet, angelic smile sets you free. but he ain't no navigator! oh, he'll get there .......... |
Fashion Emergency | | ....... fashion trends i'll soon lead! i have arrived at the party wearing my cute new clothes; this fun and unique dress will gain compliments i .......... |
My Neighbor's a Vampire | | My neighbor's a vampire whom I do not fear He never can bite me and only can leer. For though he dislikes me, this much I admit, I've hidden his teeth so I'll never be .......... |
My Dinner Loves Dancing | | My food loves to prance, to jump, to dance; I wait for the time, I wait for the chance! As mommy goes in and out of the room; tables and chairs become their ballroom! I flick my fingers; swing my wrist. Beans and turkey are doing the twist! Peas, plumbs, apples or mangos; on to the .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| Next> >> | | Humorous Poems: 31-40 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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