Funny Friend Poems | Examples
These Funny Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Friend Funny poems written by international poets.
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Even in the least possible ways that I can.
contented dog
stretches and yawns
no room for me
Casper the Friendly Ghost
was youthful and wanted one thing the most;
each show he searched to find and make friends.
kids always ran; maybe the wispy can't plan solid ends.
I took my new friend from Mars,
to the store not to the bars.
He was accompanied by his little green dog,
many thought he was a funny looking frog.
They messed their little green suits,
so no more fresh fruits.
A diaper they will need,
so they can go home and be freed.
There was a carney, I knew as Larry.
He lived with a knife thrower, named Sherry.
Sherry loved her yellow canary,
and trusted its care while gone to Barry.
While she was gone, the bird somehow got free.
He looked everywhere, where could that bird be?
His eyes looked up as he dropped to one knee,
and prayed for help to find the canary.
“I’m headed home”, was the text from Sherry.
The thoughts of her rage were very scary.
He turned to see a smile, she seemed merry,
from off his hat, she took her canary.
A beast named Gavin Godzilla
Liked a girl named Priscilla.
The issue was that he was a klutz
And it drove everyone nuts.
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla.
He broke everything that he touched
And accidentally smutched.
He tripped on his feet
And tried to retreat
Because he felt ashamed and blushed.
Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said,
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head
But I like you a lot.
To live without you, I cannot.
Will you please be mine?” He pled.
Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes
But there was a catch that she addressed.
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap,
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap!
They still loved each other nonetheless.
I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician
who really does keep watermelons handy
during these summer months
to share with anyone who cares
Arthur Likes His watermelon
So, he keeps one close a hand
He gets them at the market
Sometimes a roadside stand
But no matter where he gets it
When it's time for him to feed
You can catch him out in front
on his porch, spitin' seeds
When the Sun is murder
I walk over to his place
And sure enough he's sittin'
Stuffin' melon in his face
With one hand on his melon
The other with a knife
He leans over to me
And offers me a slice
It's funny, on a hot day
Cause Arthur knows our needs
And before I can say watermelon
We're both spitin'seeds
My head has always been made of glass,
and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am.
She used to be a silhouette,
but even then she wasn’t very defined.
In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows,
because showing herself felt heavier
than living in the trenches of our own mind.
In a way, she was right.
I was told that the time would come when I’d figure out who I was—
but what use is saying “everything happens for a reason”
if it only makes me sad?
I started to write in my mirror:
words like “I’m funny, I’m thoughtful, and I’m kind.”
And I waited for a big moment,
when I’d realize that I was right.
Then came social media.
It made me feel like people could look into my seemingly see-through mind through a cracked lens and endless filters.
I thought maybe they could help me figure out who I was,
but no flashy moment ever arrived.
It wasn’t until my friend thanked me for giving her a birthday gift
and studying for a class I didn’t take just to help her understand
that I got home to my dusty shelf and whispered into an empty room while looking my mirror in the eye
“Maybe I wasn’t wrong after all”
I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important than yours
but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves
More than anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would tempt me
to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we were together
We were both once green and authentic
We come from the same mother
I wish she had given you feet and legs
Then like me, you might still be alive
She put us in a tea cup of naive cruelty
Well-meant intentions cannot sustain life.
Maybe my departure made you wish to be dead
I once wished for that too
Genuine
Radiant
Agreeable
Considerate
Eccentric
Educated
Leader
Inner beauty
Zesty
Affectionate
Brave
Enlightening
Trusting
Hard working
Very funny
Affable
Ultra deluxe edition
Graceful (see what I did there)
Helpful
Natural
"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time my funny friend,
I cannot see you or feel you.
Yet time you are always with me,
from morning until night.
The clocks tick off,
the many minutes and hours.
The calendar takes off the 365 days,
52 weeks and the 12 months.
Time where do you live,
out in space or in the clocks?
My friend you like to hide and play with me,
and with each new day you are right on time.
Time you are my best friend when I am happy or,
my enemy when I am hurt or sad.
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.
Your hands
Etched into the rigid grooves
That line the ages of my face
Go cold
As my blood flows still.
Frozen in a watery grave.
It's funny
How two souls can pass on
Yet one still remain.
Farewell Friend
they always ask me to stay a little longer,
as if laughter came from my skin.
as if I could be unlonely
just by making sure no one else is.
I fill the room,
and yet I’m never
in it.
they love me most
in photographs cropped at the waist—
in group chats
where I type like a mirror
and vanish like fog.
I am the pause before the pretty one speaks.
I am the arm wrapped around her waist.
I am the voice that steadies the silence
but never stirs the heart.
boys tell me I’m safe,
like a bed they’ll never sleep in.
they laugh
and I laugh
and my laugh
is a little too practiced.
I know how to fold desire
into a joke
before anyone sees it.
I know how to be background,
the warm blur,
the easy comfort
you never imagine kissing.
and still—
when I cry
it’s always quietly.
as if I don’t want
to make anyone
uncomfortable.
LONELINESS
The times I shared with you
The laughter we also had
You helped me through with good days
And supported me with the bad.
The winter is setting in now love
The fire I guess keeps me warm
Remember the funny old times
Where we sat up till dawn.
I think of these memories
I smile when I think of you
I cry because you are not with me
I laugh at the silly things we used to do.
The house is now quiet
The kids grown, now left Home
Nothing but photos and loneliness
Is in this house with me alone.
I know I will see you again one day
But for now we are departed
Not for long love, I miss you so
Missing you with all my heart.
So please spare a place for me
Right next to your side
I'll be there when I can
And when the time is right.
Then we two shall be together again
Loneliness will be gone forever more
Hand in hand we will walk again
Down to heavenly doors.