Funny Age Poems | Examples
These Funny Age poems are examples of Age poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Age Funny poems written by international poets.
Though it’s still partly cloudy in this street
& everybody follows the king’s fleet,
I’m following you to the ends of this world,
where I’ve replaced everything with your word,
I remain elsewhere like the empty plea
because you’re that fire burning inside me.
Though those agencies that create duets seem
to believe that a system employing well over
2, 000, 000 couples with infusions of bright visions
will need certain clearly specified characteristics
with objectives & noting costs to protect the new moon.
You’re that whirlwind blowing everything away,
that’s why in this play, I pray not to be the next prey.
I’m too late this morning & I won’t catch any bus,
though traders in their market won’t understand us.
To them, we’re actors in a tragic-comedy stage.
& we made a bold decision to try out the phage.
Give me your hands for a warmth of touch
& I won’t be in operational form in that skutch.
Give me your mouth for a kiss
when I listen to your coos.
Give me your whole body for burying me completely
when I pledge fealty.
I said, "Since I got my brand-new dentures today,
can we maybe try some new adventures today?"
She said, "I think I have to wait a bit ~
That new smile! I just can't get used to it.
So, let's do the same old adventures tonight, okay ~
after we pray?"
A Newspaper
Elon Musk, a liberal newspaper that never tires
of writing about his wealth, also, for the most part
dislike him, and the power that follows in the wake
We read in the Guardian that Elon Musk is trying to
Get a license for the electricity market with Tesla
The paper points out that Musk has met Putin
and can't be trusted, he is a security risk, that
The remark is quietly funny
A meeting between two giants, I would like to
have been there, my world is mundane, what's
for lunch, and petrol in the car, but we accept
On our part, avoid the struggle to be the top dog in
in command for a moment of worshipful praise
before disappearing into a historic footnote.
You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown
Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule
They spend their time in front of screen
You wonder why they act so mean
They don’t know sex or what is real
By age of ten know how to kill
Government tells you what to do
You give up trying to be you
Purpose of life, make more money
Hate is growing it not funny
I choose a life here in my cave
Not make a choice to be a slave
I took the chance to look around
No way I’d choose to live in town
PEACE OF MIND
left hurt and wounded by my own actions,
yeah you started it but i didnt have to go there,
i shouldve just minded my business,
ignored the situation,
but i didnt,
i couldnt bite my tongue,
i couldn’t refute the anger you sent me in shockwaves,
words that i shouldve said but i didnt,
words that i shouldnt of said but did,
things i did in anger,
my actions speak louder than my words ever could,
all you seen were my actions,
you never even comprehended my words.
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The most important
Fine drizzle over the bay, falling slowly and hesitantly
as preparing for a proper deluge
Who knows, perhaps it will not happen, and the sun
will shine even if it is a day older
Dry slippery cobblestone pavements for the aged
Since it is Saturday, the ships' tugs are at their anchorage.
as they want to be nearer the shore
One vessel has run out of meat and potatoes, a stable
Diet, the chief steward, had bought a lot of cakes
because he was depressed at the time and needed
cheering up
To mollify the crew, he told of a famous woman who
said when the people were hungry, "let them eat cakes."
The crew didn't think that was funny and threatened
to throw him overboard
From the shore came a motorboat loaded with pears
oranges and cabbage, but no potatoes and no meat
The chief steward was trying to swim ashore
How’s your finger?
How’s your rib?
These are words I don’t ad lib
How’s your backache?
How’s your knee?
Would you read this, I can’t see
Pass the sugar, no, best not
Off my meds now, I forgot!
Where’s the salt, oh, yes I know
Hid it, so it wouldn’t show
I can make it, park the car
Twenty feet, that’s not too far!
Vitamins?, I just took two!
Love to eat but I can’t chew
Perils of a ripe old age
Spiced by memories and sage
None-the-less, I’m here to stay
Hope at least for one more day!
Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.
Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.
Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in Advancement,
With rationality reduced to Entertainment.
Tiktok, Facebook and Whatsapp,
Nigerians are lost in you dear App.
Tell them what you're meant for,
Lest we dance wastefully to Old age.
Their fists were of furious intent,
But backs were too aged and bent.
It wasn't the seizing,
But rather the wheezing,
That both to the hospital sent.
my peace of mind is quite fine,
the pieces of fine however make up for lack of time!
this time is not the one that you crave remembering! This time is not the one you ever want to make up for!
why are memories remembering how my body felt?
why are memories remembering things that seem no longer belong to me?
why do feelings come with seasons,
and why does it have to be the season of everyday!
i’m tired of thinking about it.
it is something else to feel this way still,
to be hung by my neck while my body has grown around the noose!
it’s such as someone forgot to turn the burners off before vacating their home.
But someone left them on, and now i’ve built a new house on top of it.
Painted wood and all.
There’s some metal inside but I still smell the gas from my demolished stove
which is funny
I can’t even smell!
Spring Morning
today, waking up, it was warmer, the winter
had been cold at times, freezing electric heating
is not for those with a slim wallet
Today, we will write pleasant poetry
not like the boy at the edge of his bed, his feet
not long enough to reach the floor, crying
for yet again losing his home because his mother
has tuberculosis, has to go to a sanatorium
his has to go living among strangers, he has to
be nice to and not be boisterous
Yes, pleasant thoughts, not letting bitterness seep
into this day with its mild breeze and clear light
thinking of the dog he had walking in the woods
Heck, the dog died, that was sad, so let us think
of something else, buying red wine and cheese
Getting pissed and playing music too loudly is not funny
when you are the only one in the room
Two things on offer to gladding the day go for
a walk or sit on the terrace soaking up the sunlight
tell jokes about my life at sea, forgetting long
nights, somewhere on the Pacific Ocean
So, let us embrace old grudges and enjoy life
of not laughing, we know a giggle is short-lived
I announce a decree,
overactive bladder, pee frequently.
I must haste to and fro,
because I just really have to go.
Gangway, vacate the loo,
or I'm going to splash all over you!
I wear industrial size diapers that
are pricey,
I'm a human waterfall, how dicey.
Aging isn't easy,
I know this poem is cheesy,
but I still can do a little dance,
as I've nicknamed myself, "Pissy-Pants!"
Kitsch, give me a
Sign
To go
It’s kinda funny how
life
goes on
While you sit in a corner
all
alone
The saturday blues are real,
To
Your
Shoes
Weighing
You down like stones
On your foot
And the
Crinkle cuts of the eyes
Are a beshrew
Aging, as they call it,
In action,
A sequence
“Folds aren’t good for you”
I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan.