Funny Fear Poems | Examples
These Funny Fear poems are examples of Fear poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Fear Funny poems written by international poets.
This feeling is complacent,
it just doesn't feel adjacent,
too much or to little,
reciprocation is unrealistic,
your stupid but unforgettable,
unattainable and unavailable,
there's a bond hard to break,
I want to escape,
but isn't that a mistake?
We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing,
you were a boy but I wanted a man,
I was a woman but you wanted a girl,
two different people,
two different worlds.
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It's easier to love, when
the worst case is having a
funny story to retell at bars.
It makes more sense to believe, knowing
truth left untold will never
make it into the final edit.
It's almost too easy to draw blood,
when I tell myself the red is just
footnotes in my forgotten tale—
It's a relief to be forgetful when
I know my mind will kindly
fog the heartwrenching memories...
It sometimes worries me
when blood runs dry on my sleeves
and pain settles into a quiet itch—
that the footnotes will
drown my voice in the margins...
But it makes pain less monstrous
when I live my story
as a seagull skimming through the water.
as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life
One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~
Arrived in my garden in f r i
g h t
It danced on my
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And s t u n g through my glove
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of spite
My fear and laughter
Both always so unwanted
At most awkward times
On and off switch
Shine light or not
Messy feeling.
On and off show
Shadow art film
Funny feeling.
On and off fright
Upside coaster
Risky feeling.
On and off love
Depend on mood
Rocky feeling.
Through my little fingers I'd peek
When I was a kid I would freak
Watching wicked witch melt
Frightful fear I then felt
That I wouldn't bathe for a week!
Watched it, well not IT, not the balloon
with a clown attached to it.
Watched a true story better left alone
I’m all alone
I must dispense the dust cover of fear
My pillow is mauled
in toss and turn
My hand must not rest over the cliff
I wake up into full sunshine
as if
all the light that has ever been
hits me on the chin and cheeks
Funny how the dark tucks you in
and the dawn pretends
you’ve never been
and never will
be frightened again
ninny nonny noose
with a neck inside
stretchy stretchy stretch
and the witch she died
golly, gallows in a gully
hanging hung in such a hurry
spell a spell a spell did she
with a bucket boiling full of tea
with which the witch survived
never never died
ninny nonny noose
no neck inside!
you always notice black marks on the floor
checking, in case they scurried with evilness
but don’t look at me, no no no, I double-took
earlier and to be honest I’d rather carry the
village church up the stairs wearing flip flops
Just saw a huge dragonfly fly by,
As I screamed aloud alone, "Why?!"
There was a gentle tiger named Dreaded
He met a donkey who was hardheaded
That donkey just wasn’t afraid
Refusing to run, he stayed
Dreaded roared loud, “you’re just too pigheaded”!
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I am American
MISSING?
WHAT'S MISSING?
NOTHING'S MISSING.
I HAVE EVERYTHING THAT I COULD POSSIBLY WANT.
100 CARS,
$79,119,312,
NO ONE IN MY LIFE TO TRIP ME OVER.
EVERYONE'S EITHER DEAD OR GAVE UP LOOKING FOR ME.
I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KNOW WHO'S REALLY THERE FOR ME,
SO I'M COMFORTABLE JUST HATING EVERYONE.
JUDGING EVERYONE.
YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY?
THERE'S PEOPLE OUT HERE, JUST WALKING AROUND, THINKING THEY'RE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.
PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY'RE ON MY LEVEL, AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN TAKEN A SINGLE STEP.
THEY'RE ON THE SAME LEVEL AS A FETUS. THEY DON'T KNOW THAT, AND THEY NEVER WILL. THEY WOULDN'T KNOW WHO I AM IF I EXPLAINED IN A POWERPOINT WITH JUST 10 SLIDES.
THEY'RE COMFORTABLE JUST THINKING I'LL EVENTUALLY FIND SOME REASON TO ENTERTAIN THEM, JUST AS I'M COMFORTABLE KNOWING WHO THEY ARE, AND NEVER HAVING TO PRETEND TO LIKE THEM.
I DON'T OWE THEM RESPECT.
I DON'T OWE THEN GRATITUDE.
WHAT DO I OWE TO A FETUS?
When my friend fell off a wall,
I phoned up the local clinic.
“He’s got cracks,” I said in the call.
They said, “Bring him for a visit.”
As we parked he looked with fright,
Upon all the men who were dressed
As a bunch of Templar chef-knights,
With spatulas on their crest.
My pal was such the cynic,
Demanding we get out of there.
But I said, “It’s the King’s Clinic,
And there’s none finer anywhere.”
He then asked for other sources,
And really started to beg;
"Coz there’s a wheeled bowl pulled by horses,"
Claimed my friend, H. Dumpty the egg.