Funny Flower Poems | Examples
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No words describe the beauty she expresses,
Her explicit beauty, which secretly professes,
The Inherent quality of her magnificent character,
Her heart is a refuge and a shelter,
For the anguished soul and hopeless brow,
So one can walk with pride, spark, and glow,
She walks with glide, holding head high,
Faces the troubles never utters a sigh,
A paragon of beauty in her appearance,
Illuminates the surrounding until disappearance,
Her glistening and intoxicated eyes,
Bridges the gap, knots the ties
The way she laughs and her sheeny face,
Her delicate figure and enchanting grace,
Shows one another to utter perfection,
The cause of pleasure and everlasting attraction.
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain
Flowers on lovely morning
Fresh from every sight
Field full of lavenders adoring
Flank side of daisies makes eyes excite
Flying kites eyebrows raised playful children
Funny feeling engrain every face therein
Fair standing dandelions beauty glisten
Faint of smile shining from within.
Throughout my life dad and I have done many things together
graduating from Crayola, fishing and wiffleball
to tune-ups, casinos and funerals.
After one particularly salty funeral:
Dad and I were carrying out
memorial flowers in separate vases.
As we said our goodbyes and headed for better times,
the eulogist barked out some odd but wizened advice.
"Don't forget to poor out the water from the vases.
So, side by side and on cue,
dad and I clownishly poured the rose water
onto the funeral home parking lot.
It hit with a surprisingly cartoonish smack...
getting our shoes soaking wet.
I like to think that brother angel
was giggling with us... again.
I'm a flower tickler
with a flower tickler's thumb
like my dog before me
although he's more of a philanthropist
than a poet, but, like him, I too bark
my greenery of colours when needed
and tickle flowers
We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a bloody shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
As the garden grows…
This one is For Sythia
Rose may not agree
She’s the one who seems to think
That “Everything’s for me!”
Their beauty is so petty
Tulips speak with ease
“Let’s hope this doesn’t Croc us”
This late Spring eager freeze
Yes, Daisy is so worried
She knows she’s getting old
How will she support herself
“Not all can Mari gold”
Lily is in Lavender
Seen heading to the Station
She worries the environment
“We are still a Car nation”
Though Sythia is fragile
She’s grieving recent death
Mums the word when she’s around
She eyeing Baby’s Breath
She’s dating that Sweet William
And that’s why Rose is sore
At last Spring’s garden party,
Will and Rose had known L’Amour
I guess they all have problems
Just ask that Prickly Pear
Won't even say Hi Biscus
With his nose up in the air
I wish they’d chill, relax and eat
The ground has been so fertile
Just then Azalea shouted out
“Hey, hand me a Crepe, Myrtle”
Can you take this flower?
Why?
You meant why?
Yes ! Why?
Take it please?
So Why?
You meant again Why?
Forcing me , Why?
It is yours
Liar!
Why do you say so?
Liar , liar , liar , liar!
Liar lies into your eyes
No, no, no, no and no!
Open your big eyes so I can show you that liar.
No, no, no, no! You are so funny!
Funny, husband -to- be?
Yes, funny , funny, funny , I like that!
Here is your flower from a bourgeoisie boutique.
No! Eh, yes...first time ...so funny handsome!
What....hmmmmm?
So funny and cute!
Yes ! Now you are talking, so beautiful rose!
Can we fly higher dear sweetie pie?
Funny, sweetheart...you don't have wings.
How! You are my everything!
Yes! You hit the head of the cobra now.
How ! You are my life honey.
Yes! You build a villa on the ocean.
How! You are my power, strength,and breath.
Yes! You win me darling
How! Your heart is in my heart
Say it again and again
I am yours forever
So happy now
So funny , clever man!
So intelligent girl
Yes ! Thanks honey.
Yoh! I Love you
Hmmm, Me...so much.
May 01 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
fine new fernery
two forgotten dahlias
innocently bud
Prunella loved the color purple,
planting some lovely Crepe Myrtle’s;
they had a humongous growth spurt,
all due to her nitro-rich dirt,
now her yard’s a Myrtle hurdle.
6-11-2022
Contest / A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Contest
Tania kitchen
Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~
Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw dead flowers
I wan sumthin alive
Give me sumthin that movin like a sports car
LOL
At the beginning of April,
We hear two things:
Joking around,
And hopping into spring
The "April Fools" concept,
It's a bit of a mess...
Everyone trying to
Exhibit some "finesse".
I've indeed been pranked,
At least once today.
But I don't think it's funny,
In the same type of way.
The second foolish aspect
It that "May flowers" will come.
But I live in Michigan,
So that's a little dumb.
So, in the end
I really don't understand.
Why April even exists
I say it be banned...
You are my flower tall slender darling
Your body I hold within my hands I caress your stature
The heartbeats atop my chest I'm a witness I love you madly
I stroke your hair my hands embrace your face so budding so sweet
You move so elegant with grace come to my garden, my darling
Stand as we embrace we plant together we grow vertical
We caress as we rest we confess as we together cultivate the garden
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
With golden rings
And black ones too,
They buzzy buzz
As all bees do.
They hover low
As they have planned,
Choose a flower
And then they land.
Grabs some pollen
And buzzes away,
But will be back
One bumbly day.
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
JELLO
I hate jello because it is a food
once in your mouth it wiggles moves
reminds me of what worms must feel like to eat
grosses me out for the life of me
Who had such a fantasy
to make some squishy protein
From animal parts most disgusting
Food served in hospitals observably
Jellied cranberries a similar food
Would rather have cranberry juice
And souse meat looks like it is raw
It is jellied for bellies after all
Now if jello had a super power
like curing disease or growing flower
I still could not keep it down
Jello is gross even with fruit I’ve found.
love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
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14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.