Funny Angst Poems | Examples
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Our old friend Elmer Fudd
thinks he’s quite a stud
points his gun square at Bugs Bunny
‘wascawwy wabbit’ not so funny
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The man in the elevator
Looked scared as we entered the door
Red-handed was caught
When items not bought
Quick tumbled all over the floor
At first glance, he looked sort of fat
Round stomach and full where he sat
Seemed under his coat
Beer bottles built bloat
Held by a weak sling- they went splat!
it's funny how
you could shoot me
and i'd still apologize
for being in the way of the bullet
even though i know
you intended to shoot me in the first place
you say you hate gun violence
but continue to shoot me in the heart
repeatedly over and over
and i should be dead by now
but for some reason i'm being held alive
as if i'm immortal
forced to watch the same thing happen
over and over
because i'd rather stand in front of the gun
and apologize for you hitting me
than run away from you forever
getting shot and slowly dying
is easier than letting you go
despite you being the one killing me
Here's a tribute from me to you,
Recalling the old pet cockatoo,
His very vivid vocabulary,
Cathartic swearing, so funny,
He rose at dawn, would greet the day,
Sat on perch, screeched away,
Acquired language eagerly,
Nothing polite from that old he,'
Shared his emotions with us all,
Ended each day with his call,
Sleep tight now, so suitable.
Good night, bird beautiful.
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!
It’s time for you to perform.
Your big smile’s painted on.
Smile, oh, clown, keep smiling.
You can do it. C’mon!
Hold your tears till later
for when the make-up's off.
Right now give no reason
for anyone to scoff.
Your job is to be funny.
Give them all some chuckles
though you’d rather give them
a sandwich with your knuckles.
They – who do not really see
the real you underneath -
can’t know your vexation
when you smile and show your teeth.
How easily they laugh at you.
They don’t know you at all.
How would they react
it they even saw you bawl?
Every night your tears pour out.
Regrets and awful pain
from loneliness and bitterness
are eating at your brain.
Your smile is a deception
so big and painted white.
No one person knows
how your tears flow every night.
Injustices you’ve suffered
and loved ones wronged you too.
You wonder why you bother
going on the way you do.
Your heart once glad and golden
is stone cold now instead.
You lie down on your bed
and pray you’ll wake up dead.
And even SHOVED I say!
For the love of my life threw me away.
It happened too fast--
Quicker than a flash--
And now, alone in the bed, I lay.
Oh, but she couldn't just let things be,
Couldn't find it in her to set me free,
For she pushed and shoved
Then kissed and hugged
And left me to wonder, "What are we?"
And not five minutes later--
That hussy! That traitor!--
Found aloft the one I called friend
That day two relationships she did tend
For it was him, not me, who could sate her.
With my shock and anger, I sat
Doing my best not to look back
Then I looked up to the fan
Slapped my face in my hand
And said, "God, I need a new cat."
April is when.
I should have worn sandals with no socks.
Let water flow.
Between my toes.
Making them cold.
But they will dry quickly.
April is when.
Rain makes us helpless.
Like burnt fried eggs.
Don’t look away for even a second.
Or a fire will start.
Everything makes me cry.
April First.
I haven’t witnessed a prank in years.
He put whipped cream in my shoes.
Before I was supposed to go out.
I was foolish then.
I was mad.
I tried not to be.
April rain boots.
Flooded sidewalks find a way into my socks.
Like whipped cream.
Don’t look away for even a second.
I used to be cautious.
Waiting for his pranks.
Sometimes I still expect him to call.
To be funny.
April was the last time I saw him.
He tried to prank me.
But I caught him in time.
I laughed because his prank failed.
For the last time.
April was when.
Contorting himself like a ball
He rolled all the way to the wall.
When asked as to why,
He’d simply reply,
“In moving this way, I won’t fall.”
My brain hurts.
In sync.
With itself.
I could be…
Inside.
With no windows.
But they give me a window anyway.
My heart sits.
When I am screaming.
But also not doing anything.
I wish that,
I could knock over the glass vase.
That is silent as me.
My arms are weak.
I can’t give myself a push.
On the swing.
That promises to come back to me.
But it is too tiring for now.
Your
Brain hurts for no reason.
The reasons you force yourself to cry about.
Are not funny.
But you are.
Your heart sits patiently.
Seemingly not doing much.
The silence.
Is a whirling, unique silence.
Your arms are weak…
From doing push ups.
There are no enemies.
Just the carpeted floor with a mat on it.
There are no enemies.
Just you.
Bringing your troubles; like I was your dumping ground
Walked away with my life without as much as an amen
No words spoken, until my happiness drowned
Shadows diminishing, never to be seen again
But I am now seeing through your corrupted soul
As you now dance and skip along with my life
It was your master plan, your only goal
Leaving me with your ill gained strife
So funny, you turning a blind eye when told
Giving your lame excuses as to the why
But I was never left blind to your bold
Your laughter as you left me high and dry
You are forgiven, but never are you as forgot
As I’m now made to live your sorry sad life
I wish you well with my life that you have now got
Except all of my curses, and along with it all of my strife
Because for you in my life there is no coming back
So, go out, and enjoy my life whilst you can
As I now cope with everything that you so lacked
Wasting my time on everything you could not understand
Love story
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
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I really get into it
God is missing,
Come hither there’s whiskey, drugs, sex, twitter!
Those who bewail we’ll banish in a cage
God's vanished in thin air, it’s all the rage!
He's nowhere to be seen and hate has spread
Everywhere, questions left unanswered
North of here, in the Tropic of Cancer
Those who’d high hopes
Medicate with dope and pills
Try not to tie a rope ‘round my throat
What say ye kills pain whilst His return
Loss of life in hurricanes
I’m calling missing Gods and God Amber alert
God is missing,
Where’s thy bearded hermit
To see thus proof permit me that
or commit me, one of the two
Gone is the gothic holy ghost, poof!
Why thy existence needed most
What did in dinosaurs, where is
Alien intervention to end wars?
God is missing,
With good reason, we’re worlds apart
An adrenaline rush, O throbbing heart
This is my story of a ghost unseen
It’s what I came up with for this Halloween
We Must, respect eachother by listening
“In God We Trust!” although He is missing
Here I sit again uninspired
No pencil no pen no keyboard desired
I have to write or I have to play
It is my life but just not today
A pen is just plastic
Pencil is wooden stick
Wouldn't it be fantastic
If I could wave it
And have it create
My great emerald escape
From writers block and lost
Fire or desire to make
A funny limerick lemon
With sweet and sour rhymes
Or stories graced within them
Red romance of a valentine
Or if words escape me
Can the melody jump from inside
And my pink piano playing
Inspire tears of beauty from blue eyes
Nope not tonight
There shall be no such delight
So eyes shall read by moons light
The poems online I find
No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself,
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!