Funny Dream Poems | Examples
These Funny Dream poems are examples of Dream poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Dream Funny poems written by international poets.
"The pen must go where the pen wants to go." By Poet
Who is the poet?
They are dreamers about words and life,
making both come to life for their readers.
A true poet's quill,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
Did you know, August 18,
Is National "Bad" Poetry Day?
One day of the year all writers,
have a chance to make a change with their words.
Can we remember a rhyme is to rhyme?
not kind of or sort of rhyme.
A Limerick is five lines of funny,
not sad or depressing words.
Many have told me,
less words can be more meaningful.
I am stopping here,
and having a fun day writing away with my quill.
Take one and put
five pence in the
money box
Thankyou
I dream
I wish I had a special shovel and brush which would; let’s say
Sweep up money.
I would send it every day on its way
With a spell or two
Not to come back until full
As I see it brushing up gold coins
For debts I need to pay
Then straight in to my account
It’s funny how when we become parents…we never really know
how much the dreams we dream for our children
will change as our children grow.
Because as they grow…those dreams we had…we quietly erase them
as we allow the dreams they have…to gradually replace them.
Our dreams become more diverse…
as older parents our dreams are a little more sappy.
We dream for them to be accepting and generous people…
who are loving, kind and happy.
We reach a point where we can’t remember our earlier dreams
or the exact moment our dreams faded as their dreams came to be…
but we smile as they reach for their dreams…
proud of the people they’ve grown up to be.
And we think how even though they are not living our initial dreams
(How many children do?)
just knowing they are living their dream
has made our dreams come true.
"To sleep...perchance to dream...."
The heck with that! How about to sleep,
per chance to sleep! What is this obsession
with dreaming?! Dreaming I can
do anytime awake. Sleeping is a
desperately needed break, not to dream
for goodness sake! To sleep, and just sleep
is what I lights-out seek. Some rest, no dream
of any kind: "Is all we see and seem...."
Stuff it, Poe. Who wants to dream while
sleeping?~ awakened, needing to again
to slowly flow~~~Awake, seeing life
dribble away...I pray, hoping heaven has enough
restrooms for seniors. And no quarters needed,
please, if I can't take it with me for when I have
to go.
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips,
like my hands are trying to escape.
Do I lean in? Do I lean back?
Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet.
My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing.
Why does it feel like the world is waiting?
Should I say something? Something clever?
No, just stay quiet, it’s fine.
Just breathe…oops, too noticeable.
Why is everything suddenly so tricky?
Your eyes are so close, almost too near.
Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance.
What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange?
I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me.
I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away.
“Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.”
I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere.
I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock.
I feel like I might float or fall all at once.
My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand.
And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft.
Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters.
It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness.
I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel.
And I secretly hope it never ends.
In a pond,
there lives a frog
who looks and talks
like a polywog.
When he's asked,
Why is this so?
he looks up and says,
I don't know.
Now truth be told
we're none the same
and you can call it
by any name;
but it still holds true
that a rose is a rose,
so go and stick that
up your nose!
Now it's no matter
if you're here or there,
'cause It could be anywhere.
I'll let you decide
if it's up or it's down,
or will a smile
turn into a frown?
Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still get some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.
At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.
Sometimes one seems like dejavu,
in another time I was you.
Then there was one, I wasn’t a man,
my whole body was made of sand.
Dreams are intriguing, so much fun.
Recurring dreams are never done.
Lulled to slumber by humid summer breeze
She dozed to sleep dreaming of chilly ease
Plunging into swimming pool
Oh, so delightfully cool
Rising up, she woke herself with loud sneeze.
July 3, 2025
3rd place, "Summer Funny Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/13/2025
I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I want
Come what may I still wish it
Is it impossible, no, I'll try
I keep on dreaming, walk, crawl
Lie in that direction far away
But I don't betray my dream well
So I got myself a piggy bank
I taped the lid of a shoe box
I put a day in every day I can
After all, on the box I wrote
"Hugh, to Maldives, here I come".
So funny the description I made
I put money in to start filling
Everyday, I'm crawling towards
My unpolished and unsure dream
Thinking of ways to put all the bills
I squeeze the box from time to time
How far it will be filled up I don't know
Looking at the window today by far
I can already imagine the plane
Landing in a hot nice country by sea
Slapping on the hot coastal sand
Sipping on a cold cocktail from where
I stand wearing this summer trunk beach
I came awaken this nostalgia realizing
I have to put again the bill to the box
To make this dream happen to reality.
If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a restaurant
you would dine for free
and if I had a row boat
I would float you down the stream
but as I have none of these
all I can do is dream
There once was a man who found sleep
Through enumeration of sheep.
Not those in his head,
But roaming instead,
He’d census the sheep in his keep.
In the quiet still
in the sable night
dreamy dotted with
punctuates of light
I recall
my youthful days:
no balcony too steep
nor high – those I could
not climb, then~ simply I
would fly
Wanted: old Juliet, with
sympathetic elevator --
Speaking love
By Reggie
As I think of you, my mind begins to unbind,
and my nerves start to level and calm.
As you come to grasp my heart, and as soon as I feel your touch,
The beats begin to play a loving tune as we head toward the room,
to be alone.
I can tell you my real tone and feel it in my bones
As I explain my love to your understanding and show you what you do to me.
As I tell you seriously, there is nobody else for me—
I am yours for eternity, and that is something my family believes.
I feel so secure at your side, though it’s funny, I know,
But I will stand ready to cover your back and not rely on you for protection—
So I do not lose any ground in life,
As attempts try to destroy my living, my love, my stride.
But these are not just words to me; they are vows of loyalty,
to be fulfilled and promised,
And I hope this is comforting for your knowing,
for it is nothing but my true reality—
Of my feelings and love toward you
There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven