Amused Poems | Examples

I am not amused

Where did I get these grandma hands?
Yesterday I was sixteen
Driving my first car
A Ford I bought from Joey K
I blew the doors off it

My skin is mottled; I look like a distorted giraffe
One who is limping a little and needs a walker in the winter
When arthritis in his ankles flare up

When did my neck get these unsightly rings?
Yesterday I was nineteen, a newlywed,
A young mother,
Yesterday it was 1972

Time is a cruel trickster
Age is its sidekick
I am not amused

amused by running

a woman with a child is running in the rain
to her car?
is she a mom or a grand mom?
difficult to know
the running part amuses me
is she fearful?
does she always run?
does she look frightened by the lightning?
I am confused why I am intrigued 
Am I a psychopath?

Amused Owl

Amused owl was enjoying his day in the best of circumstances.
He had memorized some chants, some clogging and dances.
His attitude and humor was on fire, he was doing lively prances.
Some sourpusses were giving him disdaining eye glances.

One Is Not Amused

fell out with my muse
           formed incompatible views 
               became quite a feud
      sparks and flashes would not fuse
       crap poems ~ got egos bruised


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Originally posted 2001
25/04/2022

Virus King Is Amused

the Virus from Hell is amused
laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
as it marches through the world unabated
infecting everyone in its wake


as the world awaits its fate
the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
he is the real deal
he is death itself

he is the end of the world
the grim reaper is smiling
god is silent as usual

the world’s leaders
dither and rather
as the economy craters
everyone hoping that God
will save them

the virus does not care
insults and orders do not work
the virus simply does its virus thing

infecting everyone it encounters
and thousands will die

equal opportunity offender
killing the rich and the poor alike

but more poor people
just so many more poor people

than the few billionaires
the virus smiles
his work is done

and mankind is doomed
so be it the virus thinks
that is the way of the world

and the virus is the new king
of the world

We Are Not Amused

i would
rather spend
seconds with your

smile
than hours
with your frown

so your
majesty i am
here to please after

the applause
as your court jester
i will juggle my balls and

then shake
my sock covered
bauble but while thinking

what
a fool i am
i should have dressed

while trying
to arrest you as your
slow dancing policeman

We Are Not Amused

my muse threw
the food i made
for breakfast
across the
table

no burnt toast

once i confused
my muse with a
guitar trying
to strum
her

deconstructionalism

all over again as she
turned into a Pete
Townshend and
said, "Who?"
smashing a

1978 Martin dreadnought 

once when i refused
but she already 
knew for shes
my muse

wrote a poem about
her penguin feet
she said, "You
leech. That

was a secret between
you and me." but i
told her, "i tell
all that you

tell me
because
after all you,
you are my muse."

Not Amused

O~ what dread
My muse in bed
Dear me~ that's ink she's bled
Tried sopping it with bread
Her boots been filled with lead
I think she's good as dead

O~ good grief she said
Shaking her head
You've been misled
You plain misread
She left her body there and fled



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on August 4, 2020 for contest FAVOURITE POEM IN RHYME FROM JULY 2019 sponsored by JULIA WARD

Originally posted on July 29, 2019

Just Me and the Outside

Roosters squawk
Birds kee who
Jet plane roars overhead
Temporarily taking the stage
Tomorrow rain will come
Today it is just me and the outside
Almost silent 
Roosters squawk
A lone car horn
Hilarious for no good reason.

Amused By the Universe

I’m a secret watcher of Dr. Who, but now you know, and his tardis is bigger on the inside as the cult following knows. So much philosophy, such as we look much smaller on the outside. It is as if “The Doctor” lives inside his brain as do us poets always imagining something greater...something bigger. And yet we can also reduce something to its smallest component and expound it. We look at a seed, climb inside its shell and see the universe. We keep walking in and out of our world, amazed at its nonconformity to our idea of reality. We see a box, color it blue...just blue the teacher says as she points with a ruler and slams down hard on your knuckles. Persnickety self says “black and blue.” The teacher points “out” and you gladly climb back into your roomy cocoon. A butterfly emerges with Queen Alexandra wings that land on the teachers hair, taunting her, beating her at her game of “inside the lines.”

11/5/2018

Mother Nature - Not Amused

Oceans, woods, abused, confused!
Mother nature not amused!
Her bellies aching.
Mistakes we're making!
Time pollution was defused!

There is an old man of the ocean,
To marine life is his devotion.
We have to put right,
Marine waters plight.
Or suffer our own devolution!

You Amused Me With Your Insults

You Amused me with your insults
But you are no where near been like Donald Trump.
A rich man who is now president.
Well put together but he insult no one.
But only speak from what he see but not about people.
Nor insult thinking that he's better than any one.
So please stop using me and my son to feel good about yourself. For I said it before. It's a pathetic childish game.
That you should know better. But embarrassing yourself.
I may grow up different from you but, I can't predict the future. But from the way I see it yours is not very promessing as well.

Supposed To Be Amused

Supposed To Be Amused

With your joke  were supposed to be amused;
Instead what happened we became confused;
What about;
Had doubt;
It must have been mishandled  and misused.

And amen should have been added at end of 
sermon so we knew it was over.

Jim Horn

Amused

I’m amused
I have with me
a trophy
a red ripe tomato
a beautiful flower
a sharp thorn
a pendulum
a tick tock clock
a ping pong ball
a double-edged pin
my lost rib

A Poet Is Amused

A Poet is Amused 
 
Now when we say good bye give me
a promise with your hands and lips
no, I didn`t mean an apple.
Object
Plutocrat
Advocate 
That has nothing to do with grammar.
Who said it did?
The first time I saw naked woman was a September night
she stood by the fire cleaning her private part 
soapy pubic hairs
overcome by desire, I ejaculated fell to the ground
in someone else’s garden.
Poets are like whores sell romantic poems and show
their filthy souls to anyone in need of a dream.
He goes to the nearest tavern and has a dram 
and doesn’t let grammar get into it only wishes to live
in a society that ban full stop and comma.

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