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Goodbye Funny Poems | Funny Poems About Goodbye

These Goodbye Funny poems are examples of Funny poems about Goodbye. These are the best examples of Goodbye Funny poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Rhyme |

Happy Question

Today I am going to hop my way to my brother.
To tell him how I feel about not being together.
I thought I could be so kind.
I saw him by the road side and I was blind.
I could just end it all by now.
Today I tried a cow.
It really was hard to do.
Then I hired a semi crew.
I watched carefully, darn he is fast!
My name is Happy ?, I'm Easter's brother who is sad.
He painted eggs that made me jealous and bad.
I hopped one day and he threw an egg at me.
My heart became really cold that memory was key.
I finally thought of it an accident really is going to happen.
Happy Easter is going to be laugh-en.
Good to see you, I said to a mystery man.
I was told not to associate with any human.
It was my last resort.
The man had a sports car a beautiful sort.
I was desperate, now, I'm in a bunny court.


Details | Free verse |

Gene and Gilda

Star crossed champions of mirth
Wild hair and wild eyes, both 
To the world they say with arms raised to the sky, 
"What a pity, for we dearly love to laugh!" 
Arm in arm, singing their favorite show tunes 
But in the voices of Donald Duck and Calamity Jane
Gallivanting through the city, doing the Charleston in the street 
These two have no interest or talent for growing up 
And made the world lighter because of it 

Willy Wonka in his purple jacket,
Holding the door for her with his cane,
Him with those dreamy eyes
Pale eyes that swim in her perpetual smile
A smile, a voice and a soul that lit up everything for miles 
She sits, glowing in the window, 
Like a princess in the white room, wearing her little barrette
But she isn't well at all 

And so she left this world, Roseannadanna did, one morning 
And the twinkle in his eye twinkled off into space 
With her dimples, impromptu cartwheels and spinning skirts  
Four years wasn't enough to fill up the laughing box 
The glass elevator is lonely looking down on the world 

Wait, wait, wait, BAM!
Would she want him sinking there in his spats? 
A wop, bam, boo! No, choose instead to keep that wicked grin 
Dance down the aisle of the plane, show that funny funny face 
Embrace each Saturday Night gone by 
To Gene and Gilda, geniuses of love and light hearts 
Pop the cork on the champagne and roller skate through this life!


~For Heather Ober's Famous Couples/Duos Poetry 
Contest


Details | Carpe Diem |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Prose Poetry |

Scarin' Hippies- Part Two

 "Well, heidi-do ya'll?"... blank stares all around. Not a single one of them has any clue what was just said. I clear things up for them.
 "Means, how are you guys doing..."
 "Oh, we're fine. Thank you. How are you fellas?"
 My brother confuses them next.
 "We'd be doin' better if the longbeards were gobblin'."... blank stares all around.
 "We're hunting turkey and not having much luck."
 "Oh, that's too bad."
 I see at this moment that, whether good or bad, they are waiting for us to make a move. They are three very confused and slightly nervous hippies, so I invite them to lunch.
 "Yeah, I reckon. We got one this mornin'. We were just about to go back to camp and cook some up. Would ya'll care to join us? It's only a mile or so from here. There's plenty ... and I promise you'll love it."
 I can see the same thought pulse through each of their minds ... "Deliverance". The lead hippie notices my amusement at their uncertainty and takes it as a sign of goodwill.
 "You know what ... we'd be glad to join you guys for lunch."
 Every part of my being desperately wants to say, "Good deal ... by the way, you sure got a purty mouth." The better part of me, however, quells such thoughts of mischief.
 So, the three hippies join us. It turns out that all three are meat eaters, as long as it's unprocessed, and all three tear through the breaded and pan fried turkey as if they've had nothing to eat for a month besides love and sunshine. They had come from Fayetteville with plans of roughing it for a few days near the waterfall.
 My brother and I eat, tell stories, and keep them entertained. They eat, listen, and try to decide what planet we are from. It is soon time to part company and we bid our hippie friends, farewell. Just before they are out of earshot, I call to them.
 "Ya'll be careful, now! And don't let the mountain whoop y'ass!" ... blank stares from a distance ... are followed by healthy smiles and friendly waves goodbye.
 Until we meet again ... hippies.


Details | ABC |

Skin

You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.


Details | Rhyme |

Moving On

Goodbye sweet friend it's time to go,
Don't act as if you did not know.
Now is the chance for me to show,
You have become my greatest foe
I'm leaving you at dawn.
Remember when we used to be
Like peas in a pod, you and me?
Now all I want is to be free
It's time I'm moving on.

The sun awoke to bless my sky,
Wind has given me wings to fly,
I'm feeling so free, I cannot lie
Turning I whisper one last goodbye,
As I'm leaving you at dawn.
Today has become my greatest test...
Find a field where my seed shall rest
Till when next year I'm a Dandelion pest.
That's why I'm moving on.

09.08. 2014
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On