Amusing Poems - Poems about Amusing

Im not living my life im just trying to kill time I havent felt good in a long time it seems to be some kind of depression but i refuse any medication i wake up crying and fall asleep same way i have hard time keeping my face from dropping on the floor in a puddle of blood i really...

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Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue, You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation. Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod, How long do we need to wait? We each pray...

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I have lost my spectacles I can't read or write without them I search my table, drawers, bed and selves I am totally helpless and at a loss without them. Oh! I might forget what I need to write If I don't find them quickly enough Suddenly I notice myself in the mirror There they're perched on my head! ...

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A MUSE – OR AMUSING? You say that you love my poetry; You tell me all the time. My syllable count is perfection, You’ve been seduced by my rhyme. When you introduce me to your friends, You refer to me as your ‘bard’. But although that’s rather flattering, There’s one thing I’m finding hard. It’s one thing waxing lyrical About my poetry. But I’m longing for...

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intrigued by thesaurus given by Joe Morris look up the word porous who? asks my friend Doris amusing my friend Boris a gift from friend Morris I love a thesaurus this takes care of Doris I relook up porous amusing my friend Boris...

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Seen in the movies, swishing swords about, Those Ninja fighters make you want to run, Hiding in shadows, jumping in and out, Would challenge me: my Ninja skills are none. However do they manage all they do? So swathed in dark disguise and masked, And carrying a bow and arrow too, Leaping on rooftops, entering unasked. I couldn’t hit a target with a...

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When did music begin for us? For you? When did musicians separate from Earth's music? Were we thereby commodified as professionals instead of cooperative healers engagers story tellers poets lyricists dancers singers instrumentalists operatic staged performers, higher and brighter smarter and richer? When does muse therapy end in talent competitions? without cooperative EarthMusic held silently against sacred MeWe resonating indigenous wisdom Muse/Music Professional Ego informed by CoPassioned EcoResonant bicameral cooperative consciousness. When and how and why does music renew enlighten empower ego/eco-resonant muses? When does sacred music therapeutically begin and dissonantly tragically traumatically degeneratively...

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The children Draw a world of gay colours But a wrong proportion A strange perspective Comical, amusing and odd Cartoon-bound A world they see with simplicity of heart The adult's world is too Confusing, sophisticated, and twisted Too difficult for them to present and interprete...

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I logged on the world wide web today I tried ocado, it said go away! I went to Waitrose and Tesco too I had to wait so long that I went to the loo I came back and had a snack and watched the queue go down eventually I got on to Asda I booked a delivery slot and loaded my trolley by the time I...

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Hills and valleys and curvy roads Peeking houses behind tall oaks Morning sun’s tender rays Whistling gust’s soft touches Musical dialogues of chirpy birds Air-dances and rapid flutters Fragrant stars of Jasmin flowers Flourishing marvels of vivid colors Wind chime’s calming tune Amusing walk energizing the mood...

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"Your last wish?", asked one cop, The man in prison got some hope. The old man's life was like hell, With the hat on his head, he came out of jail. Before he dies, wanted to do something good, "Teach my son how to smile", he said in an amusing mood. Dangled on the rope, the old man died, With tears in...

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I am in awe of Mrs C K Who writes ten poems every day That is too big an ask for any poet Quite a task A Task indeed, when all I need At this time, is any rhyme Amusing or sublime My mind is blank no think tank Could be as thoughtless as mine Ten poems every day Hip Hip Hooray! I should like to...

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Sixty-three adjectives insist upon having their way with me Trixie laughs, as she was the one who dumped them into the air Amusing to have an amused muse? You tell me. I try to throw some meat and potatoes down but there is too much dancing. The ideas swirl off the page like a tiny tornado Hitting me in the...

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The neighbors sipped on some red wine Slepted , then lost track of the time Woke up to a brawl And then tried to crawl Seem like, those drunkers had lost their mind...

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The drunk man had too much to drink Even down to the kitchen sink Fell out on the floor But he still wanted more Woke-up an his body was stink...

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