Loss Humorous Poems

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Details | Haiku |
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
You have written with your heart
And shared it with, those worlds apart
Bared your soul in every verse
For us, a blessing, for you a curse
With pain you struggled to be heard
As we skimmed through every other word
Perhaps it's just not your time
For you to share what's on your mind
One day all poets get their due
I'm quiet sure, that so shall you
If not by contest winning Soup
Jan might share with you some poop

It always makes me feel like a winner ! Hi Jan lol


Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |
I left my cello on a bus
It's practically brand new.
I called in at Lost Property
'Cause that's the thing to do.

I told the clerk my story:
"I've left it on a bus!"
He said "Describe it for me".
Ok, well if I must:

"It's rather large and noisy
It's red and has six wheels
It uses lots of diesel
Inside it has no frills.

It has the number 49
Displayed both front and back".
The clerk walked down his warehouse
And checked on every rack.

"Nothing's come in so far".
He is such a helpful fellow.
I'll try again tomorrow,
Will they ever find my cello?

Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017




Details | Haiku |
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Oh old mobile phone
Thanks for fixing my toilet
Now scared to touch you

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
As I sit here and wonder what went wrong,
I realized, nothing went wrong.
People say it was your time to leave this world,
to go and see your savior, your God.
But really, everyone knows it was your Johnny boy, the Fisherman.
He couldn't spend another second without you.
His beautiful lover, the wonderful mother, the amazing grandmother.

As I sit here and wonder about what you're doing,
I imagine you two dancing and singing with your buddies from Bailo's.
I imagine you watching over your family and leading them in the right direction.
I could almost see you sitting on the bleachers for my high school graduation,
and I started to tear up knowing you were there watching.

As I sit here and wonder about you,
I know you miss us just as much as we miss you.
Ryan and Jackie will never know how kind and gentle you were, like a summer breeze.
Bella will never know how generous and humorous you were, making everyone laugh.
But I will know, and I will tell them, even if it is with tears in my eyes.

As I sit here and wonder about my future,
I think of you. 
You always knew I was going to be a successful person.
And I always believed you.

Mema,
my number one role model. My favorite grandmother.
My best friend.


RIP Roberta J. Kobstad 
11/8/1941~~1/24/2012
You will be forever missed.

Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
 a love story that went quickly awry,
 seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
 when with one, to the other he’d lie.
 
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
 who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
 but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
 and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
 
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
 for her beauty was equalled by few,
 she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
 she had enough sex appeal for two !
 
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
 because, he covered his tracks day and night,
 his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
 so his lovelife was going just right !
 
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
 because the girls both found out what he’d done,
 Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
 and what transpired next, was not very fun !
 
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
 because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
 and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
 taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !

Copyright © david goodwin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
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 | Rhyme |
My words are like legos, 
scattered all over the floor. 
All colorful shapes and sizes
different combinations to explore.

 I’m like a poor lego man,
With his head on backwards.
I remove my head and search it,
In desperation when I lack words.

Because my words are like legos
and sometimes they’re hard to find.
Missing pieces  in the dark,
the little crevices of my mind.

My words are like messy legos,
like a castle that’s been broken. 
Being rebuilt piece by piece, 
With every word that’s spoken.
 
So I’ll gather all my legos,
and I’ll build a castle too!
I’ll use all my beautiful legos,
I would build it just for you. 

But you came and stole my lego's,
You swooped them off the ground.
I tried to tell you my secret, 
But I couldn’t make a sound.

Why did you take my legos?
That wasn’t part of the deal. 
Please just give them back, 
So I can tell you how I feel. 

Copyright © Linkin Letters | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/ 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
He lived a life of such greatness
And did not die a thousand deaths
To all souls he brought happiness
Even as he breathed his last breath


© Joseph, 8/12/07
© All Rights Reserved


 
Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary 
monument written in praise of a deceased person.  Generally, epitaphs are 
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s 
life.  They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
Loosely based on the words of one of my all time favourite songs ‘Without you’ by Harry Nilsson


Well I can’t forget this evening 
Or my face as you were leaving
Well I held you there but then I let you go
Now you are lying at the bottom of my po
Oh no no no noooo noooo

I can’t text with you lying at the bottom of the loo
No phone calls oh what the hell am I going to do
Now your lying there covered in bits of poo
What on earth am I going to do?

If I get my marigold glove
I can retrieve the phone I love
And dry it out and see if it will go
Oh this is something my friends should never know
Oh you can feel my woe, feel my woe

I can’t text because you’re lying far away from me
I can’t ring and my friends can’t contact me
I can’t cope because I pay a monthly contract fee
Oh set me free set me free

I’ve been told this great advice
If I get a bag of rice
It will dry my phone and then it may even go
If it works then I will let you know
If not then my phone I’ll have to throw
Oh no no no

Jan Allison 4th April 2014

THIS WAS WRITTEN AFTER A CONVERSATION WITH A FRIEND – NOT FROM MY OWN EXPERIENCE!

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
The dry eyed man walked
with his chin held high. 

He'd done his best, and 
said his worst. 
There he walked away, 
away from the hearse. 

Who it contained, 
I do not know... 

But whoever it was, 
they sure got a show.

Copyright © John Walton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |
Why is one sock missing when I open my washing machine? I’m totally bewildered, it's the strangest thing I've ever seen! I must have a gremlin that eats one sock from every pair So I’m resigned to wearing odd socks, it’s really so unfair! Unanswered Questions Contest Sponsored by Juli-Michelle 12-15-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Am I immune to beauty or half blind
that I see no beauty
but only change and loss in plenty?

However, if there’s any beauty,
why my beauty has lost her hair?
Does wearing fake teeth or fake hair
add anything to her beauty
or rubbing body lotion to her wrinkles in plenty?

If there’s any beauty
where’re those who gently tapped me when met?
I have lost those people nearest and dearest
to me; they are the prettiest and fairest.
Where’s then any beauty?

Where’s any beauty
when the innocent are killed in thousands,
and the Troy is aflame before us in reality, 
and the Muses are adoring Trojan horses
for petty, not pretty, political reasons?

Beauty that you say is only an illusion
that pops up its face to rouse your sensations,
and then drive you to further dissolution. 
Suffering, change and loss are in promotion
while illusory beauty is constantly in motion.

If you still insist that there’s any beauty,
I see only this beauty,
the beauty of change, and loss in plenty. 

Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
You have a crush,
you then get crushed.
In a rush,
to not feel crushed,
you soon develop a new crush,
which leaves you crushed.
Now you're not in such a rush.
You don't want to feel your heart bleed,
it could be worse you could be George Bush,
you read this and he can't read.
So be thankful for this ability,
some struggle at literacy and literally live with illiteracy.
Love is in your destiny,
but the world saw him speak idiotically.
You will go again after this recovery,
while he is remembered as the stupid one in history.

P.s Interestingly,
my literacy, 
was tested, quite literally. 
I was confused becoming one who is living with illiteracy,
as I wrote about struggling with literacy. 
Jokes on me and George B
this may make you happy,
as a joke I made backfired and became about me.
Now the world will see I write idiotically.
Oh the irony.




Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017