Amused Poems - Poems about Amused

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?...

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You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at...

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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....

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fell out with my muse formed incompatible views became quite a feud sparks and flashes would not fuse crap...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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