Funny Dizain Poems | Examples
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I once was funny, made most people smile.
Children loved me because they didn't know:
I kept them laughing, yet all of the while,
my heart was aching without loving glow.
A sad-looking smile was best I could show.
My true love left close to our wedding day--
enormous shock and I felt my heart frey.
If life's in tatters, I'll make my smile strong
for children need a clown along the way.
I'll be their sunshine and they'll be my song!
January 2, 2023
for Tatters poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
Dizain
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank
this indescribable face
these curves endlessly
she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite
is this my destiny
is she my desire
this absolute ecstasy
My birthday suit is with me each day
I take it with me where ever I go
Some times it’s covered, but not when I play
Some times it’s bare, but not on public show.
My birthday suit needs a lift things hang low
But exercise helped in this month of May
I think I should show it, what do you say?
But perhaps not, it has now lost its shine
For an iron free suit is what I did pray
But my prayers were not answered, well not this time
Naked Reflections
No racked babe, but I've had no cut and paste!
Like young casabas up front and still 'kewl'!
F i n e 'Brick House' (...'more than a mouthful's a waste')!
**** compared to a 'forty-dollar mule'
With a swing exemplifying my rule!
Each lavender curve, smooth as South Sea Pearls
Enveloped by trellising golden curls.
Body and English, my lingoes in Lit.
And tough guys still stammer, week-kneed like girls!
Mirror's the same ... reflection's changed a bit.
~by deborah burch©
5/03/2012
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
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Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
By:kash poet
Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012
Different look
I woke up to check my mirror,and 'WOW"!
Agape!this is not me-a ghost or a clown?
This must be a ghost with a flowing gown,
Confused as I am,I went back to bed,
It must have been a dream just like the fairy,
Which gives me the cramp as I look scary,
Having a funny look which is frail,
means definitely my beauty has failed,
I cried to my Godfather for a solution,
Who told me to accept this evolution.