Funny Grief Poems | Funny Poems About Grief

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Details | Rhyme |

My Fair Maiden

I called upon yonder window That was up to high for me to be For my maiden gracefully sleeps there In her bed,beside the sea I asked her to come hither For her beautiful face I yearned to see Twas yawning in the morning dew As she slowly came to the window for me To my amazement came forth a ragged wench Whos hair was as raged as the sea With eyes that were burnt as nightposts To bloodshot and squinty to even see For this was not my fair maiden? Whos beauty would forever be But a drunken harlot who came hither That she spent the night with instead of me My heart now broken to pieces Wondering how could this tragedy be? For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot? Without the love that she once gave to me? My mind was now enraged So I dashed for the wrestling sea With thoughts of drowning this useless body That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see With water just over waist height And a large wave about to crash over me I heard a calling from yonder window Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see Her beautiful eyes in such distress Her beautiful hair flowing so care free Twas the beauty of my fair maiden That I had called upon yonder window to see For the thoughts that raced through my mind Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be For it was her promiscuous sister Who had come from the other side of the sea My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love A large wave suddenly crashes over me The last thing I saw was my fair maiden As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

Ask Marugu Mo

Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also


P.S. : Poet Marugu Mo, himself is  a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicely. A great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title too. My respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The love shock Test

why seek true love 
when even the truest love is fleeting
the thing you should desire is 
for lasting love to transpire 
take my hand and hold your breath
this is a love test
do you have a single doubt
about how it will turn out
are you afraid they will leave
and how you could possibly grieve
worry no more the stress will disappear
and just send this to your sweet dear
because it's over they never really let you near
it is fact they are being clear they don't want you here
take your love and disappear don't live in fear

Copyright © Carrissa Whateley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Concrete |


You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote

You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste

You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

4 Love

Love is a four letter word
she whispered into his ear,

So is four, as is word
he whispered back into her fear,

Such is "you and I"
cried his heart - she could hear,

Their cheeks hugged, eyes kissed
each shedding a single tear. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |


If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |


“Coffins. Who’d of thought it? Catalogues for coffins. And the speed and efficient nature of funerals in general. I mean I know we’ve been doing them for years, but we’re very good at it aren’t we?” Everyone laughed. “No, but really the whole thing has just been one task after the other, call the funeral home, call the hospital, call the crematorium, call the family, call the papers, call the lawyers.” She paused, “I’d half-forgotten someone had died!” Everyone laughed. “And the things that always seemed like jokes – he always said he thought he should hedge his bets with the man upstairs just in case the religious folks got it right, but was that serious?” Everyone laughed. “And the funeral director, oh the funeral director trying to tactfully ask if he was a fat man, by asking if we needed one urn or two.” Everyone laughed. “I mean the whole thing is just too funny.” At the funeral everyone cried.

Copyright © lex treenie | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |


Here lies my old pal Michael,
His spirit set free by wind,
because the storm which kicked his bucket,
trapped the poor old git within,
A Scotsman by his name,
and a carpenter by trade,
should of built yourself s door mate,
to stop the barn which caved you in.

I love you Bic. 

Copyright © lew Jay | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

What Just Happen to My Spring

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

~A Thief~Good Grief~

Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors, in cozy dens and caverns deep y'll find me der down under de stair where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep. "Who can I be, hmmmm let me see. I be a thief Good Grief!" On to Ol' Town's docks walks Goldylocks decked in de heights a fashion in 'er purse I peeks, I rummage, I sneaks discoverin' coin for me passion! Den off to de park fer another mark, I grimace and frown appearin de clown Whilst signin' for de gang we makes a plan ta break all de rules in de 'ole damn town. Soon der's a tussel wid all of dis muscle den me fingers kin creep in 'is pockets deep grabbin' the loot I's trained ye see yet, what I find i donna na keep. Who can I be, hmmmm let see, I be a thief Good Grief! At Marchant's Oak near Fayrin's rest Down forest paths,through high grass I stalk de traders, cause I loves dem best Why let me see who can I be so crass? Who can I be, hmmmm let see, I be a thief Good Grief! But surin what I find I will na keep Dough stealing be me duty, I'll give ye back whats in yer pack Fer I be an Honorable beauty. And if per chance ye needs a hand Wid opening treasure boxes cutie.. Donna get smart wid some other tart who'll walk off wid yer booty! Just 'ave a cheer fer I be 'ere ~Honoravillana at yer duty!
Dis 'err piece a work be dedicated to de Raven ‘aired beauty name of Constance La France

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |

Fluster with Humor

I woke up this morning with hair spiking 
With a comb I tried to comb it down
It was so frustrating and not very striking
With odd looking expressions I felt like a clown

So today I sat down on my chair 
This will be the time of day
With gel in my hand I declare
I will put my hair down if it will stay

I was joking to myself so fluster I was
My hair did not stay down instead
The gel so sticky I stop because
I was in a panic I almost had tear shed

This morning I felt so confused 
Even my cloths did not match
I almost blew my fuse
Because today I hit a patch

I finally got my hair to stay down in a way
With a smile I put a hat this will be O.K.

Fluster with Humor (3-29-13)
By: Reynaldo L. Mast 

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


love walks into a bar
sees hope drinkin' it away;
what's wrong, love asks
nothing's wrong, hope replies, 
nothing is wrong...

love turns to fate the bartender
and orders two shots of everything.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Morning Grief

Sheba sat upon a leaf.
There began my morning grief.
For when I checked on him today
he hadn't moved since yesterday.
I shook the plant.
His body bobbed.
Panic set in as my heart sobbed.
I bit my lip.
I hid my pain.
Now, I must flush him down the drain.
Not wanting to react too soon,
I poked him with a metal spoon.
Not a fin twitched; 
a second poke.
Alas! Sheba abruptly woke.
He darted off in a hurried swim.
Then glared at me for poking him.
I screamed in shock,
"I thought you were dead!
You stupid fish! Go back to bed!"
And as I sighed with great relief,
Sheba returned to his favorite leaf.

Copyright © Danielle Thompson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Limerick |

I was the better Man

His suits and empires made it so swift
from afar all you saw was his mid-rift
with me you were glowing
our future was moving
from his dark pit, you now expect a lift.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Funny Has Lots Of Meanings

Love is a funny thing
And being in love is funnier still 
Every memory, Each kiss and embrace 
Many things small and large make you 
Words and deeds, thoughts and actions  
Your eyes and smile with all they contain remain 
Midnight doesn’t last forever
Dark gives way to the inexorable force of light
In daylight a heart breaks free to soar but can still

Copyright © New World | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |


I'm surrounded by doves.
They fly to my terrace.
I go to my window.
My arms out in Paris.

And oh; how I've passion
for these birds of great fame
as they shit on my patio-
Filthy Pigeons by name.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Its Time to Play

Its time to play
Its time to play
Play through the pit
The pit of the drum
Drum fire
Fire spit through 
The flame
Terror from the eyes
All I can say is cope
Cope with  a poke
Poked like Facebook in
A map, mapped out on destiny
Destiny Relive
Reilve from my child
Its time to play
Its time to play
Im stopping and starting
Trying to begin in this filed on men and mice
Who will stand up and who will fall?
The brave always struggle
Struggle but still rise
Im all about overcome
Overcoming  jealousness  
Its time to play……

Copyright © Lemuel Giviens | Year Posted 2017