Funny Flying Poems | Examples
These Funny Flying poems are examples of Flying poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Flying Funny poems written by international poets.
"If I were meant to soar up there with you,"
said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly,
fluttering by overhead,
"and not stay crawling earthbound here instead,
I would have been born with wings,
and it will be over my body when dead,
akin to a murder of crows,
before you'll get me up
in one of those
funny-looking flying things."
A man from Connecticut found
His legs would not reach to the ground.
“I wish I was shorter,”
He told a reporter,
“To stop all this floating around.”
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
c u p
Then
s
u
c
k
e
d
up a sup
And s t u n g through my glove
o u t
of spite
I
can fly.
When you sing,
it gives me wings.
I often wonder,
while you sing down under
and your voice gives me a lift,
if I might return your sweet gift.
Fetch you the moon on a spoon? I could,
but do you really think I should?
Why not go for something far?
Can I get you a star?
but, if you insist,
I won't resist.
Pretty soon,
the moon -
yours!
A man with propellorized hat
Stepped up with his beanie to bat.
The fastball blew by,
Away he did fly,
He hadn’t accounted for that.
Conceiving himself to be dead,
He leaped like a ghost from his bed.
But finding no wings
Supporting of things,
He fell like a mortal instead.
The pigeons of Trafalgar Square
Are feathered, yet lacking in hair.
They'd look erudite,
With wigs powdered white,
But wouldn't get up in the air.
Walking and thinking and clearing my head
Facing my demons or lying instead
Even the flowers that smile as I pass
Seem to be deep in debate with the grass
Something about every cloud in the sky
Blue as the ocean, now catches my eye
Somewhat distracting to silence my thought
Can’t break this beast so forever distraught
Yet, as the sun makes its morning debut
Helping me see that my problems are few
I realize what good fortune can be
I am alive and the world is for me
Love still exists if I open my mind
I can then solve every puzzle I find
Funny how demons know only the dark
Never to whistle the song of a lark
Now as I stroll with a head filled of light
Nature applauding my goal now in sight
Walking yet gliding, my wings fully spread
No need for lying, I’m flying instead
All I Got
The first smell of the morning air
The morning air that never stays the same
A fling with despair
Chagrin no worries no care
Audiences who would of knew
Everyone of them then then you would have known
A story A king A tyrant
A story I'd of never heard out on that Island
Fantasy my brain craves more
The trick of being like the air
My story if time can see that my mind was another me
Putting up with a comedy of errors
I laugh it is a funny story involving a change
Planning to be caring and fair practiced talent
To tolerate all that goes wrong
Living changing learning rearranging
Expect the same challenge as you offer
Fully shielded by what I like
Never a passion dismiss never a passion remixed
Stay tuned to the frequency of toxic resonance
Then practice to orbit the stratosphere
Conquering by visiting the state of Fear
High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.
If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.
Steve seagull, he dominates his space,
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.
That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.
this is the story of dowd
famished though inside a cloud
yearned for a toaster
found him a poster
sorry no dining allowed.
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
A witch flew a magical broom
That lost its magical zoom.
She decided to buy
A broom that could self-fly
and beat a rocket to the moon.
Go, go my dear butterfly
On to the garden of flowers you go
Don’t ever funk to flutter in wind
'll be watching your funny leaps.
So gracious from flower to flower
Gliding and swimming through the air
Rather than flapping your little wings
As an artist you turn and twist.
Coming and going with ease and will
In my garden you dance at thrill
On the flowers you sit as still
Until get full with honey that fill.
Surfeit zest you bring my mind
Buried in your flight I forgot mine
Unto the sky and heaven I soar
To the gracious God, my soul‘ll fly.
Teach me dear this art of flying
Else I lay buried under soil
Raise me with your tiny drifts
From hell to heaven I flit at will.
Like loving God’s Gracious Butterfly
Yonder sky, my dear soul, I will fly!
(Meaning of my name: God's Gracious Butterfly)
Won first place in What's In A Name Poetry Contest sponsored by Juliet Ligon
johny sooter our old friend,
was chasing witches once again,
in the night they fly around,
flying fast without a sound,
with his horse johny said,
ye old witches will soon be dead,
while he drinks spirits in the night,
he,s in for an offal fright,
the witches came, and chased him away,
garbed old neds little tail,
johnys hores galloped as fast as it can,
the witches chasing john with a wand in there hand,
to the bridge johny head,
over the water where he will be safe,
no witch can pass over water he thought,
he was wrong as they cross the doc,
poor wee john turned white hair,
never again will he chase nae mare,
to the pub johny ran,
says to rabbie about his first hand,
oor wee rabbie said thats right,
poor wee john, that got a fright,
rabbie said no witches there,
i gather johnys been on the beer,
john lay on the bar,
never again will john do that,
the witches are so strong and tuff,
john decides that,s enough,
from witches den they dance all night,
and laugh away at oor johns fright,,,
My buddy who was quite oafish and wasn't to keen
decided to drive his old clunker of a car
that didn't have any seats to be seen.
So with great effort he sticks his head out the drivers window while in a squat
and with a toothless grin he yells, "Watch this!"
Speeding at 70 in a 40 he flies over a large speed bump going at least 15 feet
up in the air!
Out the window he flew
like a ball bouncing along
luckily no splat!
Contest sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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