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| Humorous Poems: 61-69 of 69 | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| | there's a bone in my leg | | THERE'S A BONE IN MY LEG AND THAT IS WHY YOU SEE, I CANOT POSSIBLE DO DISHES WITH THIS KIND OF PAIN IN ME. THERE'S A BONE IN MY LEG AND AS I'VE TOLD YOU BEFORE, THE PAIN WOULD BE OVERWHELMING IF I HELPED YOU SWEEP THE FLOOR. THERE'S A BONE IN MY LEG AND THAT'S JUST THE WAY THAT IT IS I .......... | My Dog is Now a Cow | | I suspect it is as hard as can be To find a dog without any fleas. The Vet gave me a pill, for my dog to take.... When I showed it to him he jumped in the lake... He finally came home about supper time. Well, then I told him he was no friend of mine... I told him the next day, to the vet .......... | My Fathers Apparel | | ....... role playing the son of god, look for me i am the central male figure in this poem in whom the principal interest centers around. so look for me and .......... | Who's There? | | I can feel you breathing. I can feel your sin on my skin. I can hear your haunting steps, as you walk through my soul. I can sense your need for company but you are scarred, just like me. I talk to you but you never answer. Do I know you? Do you know me? Are you lost great spirit or are .......... | Just Smile | | ........ can use a hand. so just say hi and smile, and help out when you can. dedicated in loving memory of my dad ronald d. randall (1945-2004) | A Chortle on Aging | | I'm dealing with advancing age and trying hard to cope. My body says it's gone from can to little less than hope. I used to be so lean and mean and hardened like a rock, but now a simple test of strength sends muscles into shock I'm getting up three times each night to tend to .......... | Dye, Why Don't You | | I just want to put in a few highlights, I said Psst... I've never dyed a hair on my head A dab of color here and there Mix it up in my virgin hair Wait, rinse, look, scream This is a color I could never dream It's awful, I hate it, I can't live like this Hurry to the store, buy a pretty .......... | Junior High | | In Junior High, you will get high, if, you eat the cafeteria fries. I don't. Do you know why? It's the cafeteria fries. They have these greasy little things, that are like wings, and they move around in your mouth. So if you want to get high, eat the cafeteria .......... | M | | M is for A Moldy monkey making Medallions for Merchants On a Misty Monday in March at Masten, Massachusetts because Making Money is .......... | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| | | Humorous Poems: 61-69 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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