Funny Fire Poems | Examples
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It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching between lyre to inspire -
And the sober thoughts of black.
If all I love is theory,
And if all I know is fiction,
Then why do eyes get teary,
To the tune of my prediction?
I could dream a thousand times,
And play the songs that flow.
If nothing else at least it rhymes,
With my heart and face aglow.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching to inquire and tire -
All the sober thoughts of black.
It's far more fun to forget,
And to sing for what excites.
In ignorance it's nice to get,
A chance to see the lights.
Even if these words won't last,
I don't mind their stay for now.
Lyrics should be slow not fast,
We don't have to wonder how.
It's funny. The mind is taken aback,
Switching inspire to quiet fire -
And smoke's sober thoughts of black.
Fire and ice
Yin and yang
Not an obvious couple
He was frozen, icy, distant, unapproachable
She was friendly, outgoing, loud, funny.
They got along almost too well
Fire and ice
Yin and yang
A success story that lasted sixty years
A flaming contrivance of heat,
The dumpster was quick on its feet.
It danced on its toes,
Though why, no one knows,
A partner it never did meet.
I saw a stupid movie just four years ago.
Will Ferrell starred in it, and he’s a funny guy..
The plot was so insipid I barely liked the show.
In Iceland it takes place, where Lars and Sigrit vie
with Eurovision singers in a contest with their song.
The movie played on Netflix during Covid times.
I listened and endured their vulgar “Ja Ja Ding Dong.”
As I remember it, the dumb song kind of rhymes.
That film was this American's first and only taste
of a competition Europe likes a lot.
I’m sure this famous contest isn’t a huge waste
of time like that lame film that had me thinking “What??”
I bet that Eurovision is a wonderful event.
I even heard on Youtube this year’s winner Nemo
sing “The Code,” a catchy tune. My time was better spent
with “The Code” than the “Fire Saga.” Nemo is supremo.
Oh hey girl, I have to inquire
Do you like to sit on live wire?
You’re making me choke
From all of that smoke
‘Cause damn girl, that booty’s on fire!
This is not the entity that has been touted and written about
since the times before tamed fire
It is fire, it is malevolent and for that reason it entices me
Enveloped in a shroud of rage unrelenting
Uncaring in its timid posture, it sits patiently
light caressing its curves like a flamenco dancer
In the veins of a volcanic structure, streams of magma
flow slow and serene, effortless in its fervency
I see it staring back at me, and I must pay my dues
for such a crime to even think I could withstand it
My fingertips wavered within its presence, and yet
with daring stupidity I embraced it, the entity
I believe in the torments of Hell now, this is not of Earth’s soil
Lightning flailed like a wailing newborn within me
With every breath I took, every single one,
was a step towards inevitability
The bellows within my body were a searing forge, the sands
of my finite years turned to glass entering my airways
But oh what divine fruity ecstasy you are
Gehenna, this entity that offers me spiritual sustenance
in this experience of culinary S&M
In the galaxy of regret and longing,
A wish called smiling love.
Time passes, I have stretched out my hands
To restore the bond from separation.
Sassy Patsy Pugglespuff
Sat in the mire
Wasn't feeling warm enough
So set her hair on fire.
Neville Knox was a trusting soul,
He believed all that people told him.
Even those who came around,
To harass and even scold him.
No matter what the suggestion,
He would do whatever they said.
From putting his hand in the fire,
To breaking a rock with his head.
All in town would snicker and laugh,
They really thought it was funny.
He made it so easy to stiff him,
And borrow all of his money.
On a fateful day he was asked,
By a group of people he trusted.
To swallow a gallon of gas,
Then spontaneously combusted.
In a trophy case he resides,
On his urn was this notation:
Inside lies his final remains,
Guilty of his own cremation.
Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/
I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/
Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/
Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/
Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/
Hearts even more on beat than I need give it to her/
A crib for the burr or heat to surge the birds on my wire
I ribbed the instrument or sound heard words on fire
Down came jolly Santa, lickety-split
not checking to see if a fire was lit.
He shot out of the chimney
while dancing a fast shimmy-
His job is oft harder than he'll admit!
Written on 12/21/2022
For: A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry
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Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I don’t know how I got here
The first thing I notice is the smell of embers,
As my heavy eyes begin to let light into them
Darkness is all around me,
With fire being the only light source
Why fire?
Fear fills me to the brim,
And I realize I am trapped in orange,
Ash fills my lungs,
But why does it feel somewhat nostalgic?
Have I been here before?
I walk forward but the hard concrete pierces my sole,
The concept of being combusted pierces my soul,
I take another step,
But now a viscous liquid wets my foot,
And the inferno grows yet again,
My neck creaks while I inspect my surroundings,
Despair and hopelessness take over my feelings
Tears create lines down my cheeks as they descend,
And the funny feeling they make is familiar
I realize I shall meet the same fate as those before me,
Surrounded by fire and alone,
Surrounded by people but alone,
Loneliness is the last thing that comes back to me,
When I find there are no windows,
No door,
No openings,
No help,
No escape.
granny sat on a mound of fire ants
who crawled right into her underpants
they bit her right on the rump
and boy did she begin to jump and bump
she wiggled and bobbed and did a funny prance
and we never even knew she could dance
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After a warm shower,
She blow dried her hair.
Undisturbed, no sirens she heard.
Suddenly, the door flung open!
Three firemen appeared,
To calm her fear.
Frozen they stood,
With devilish looks.
Naked, damsel in front,
With a dryer and a comb.
No fire in the room,
Only a faulty smoke detector,
Caught the hot dryer’s air.
Nonchalant she got up,
Wrapped her with the towel from the tub.
And out of the blue,
They hear a song from the radio.
“This girl is on fire!”
My kryptonite is music
So much so that a teal tune
sticks in my head all day
until I hear another to replace
I find music in everything
the way the phone rings
how red tea kettle sings
the beat of a flat tire
the crackling of a blue fire
Music in even your snore
funny how you choke stop and hop to a beep bop
The wailing of a baby’s cry
Somber siren yellow and high
Music in the leaky faucet
drumming unique beats in the sink
Music in the way a squirrel
Scampers across the street
Music in chemistry class so loud
That indeed I did drop out
Music in numbers too
They unite to make a sound
If I was a note what would I be
An eighth a quarter C whole mystery
Music can help and hinder my sleep
Influencing my dreams sometimes depriving my sleep
Yes music is my kryptonite
And I say it’s alright.
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