Funny Love Poems | Examples of Funny Love Poetry

Under eighteen hot tears spilling nowhere near serene at the end of your rope cannot cope need fulfilling please don't mope there's always hope here's the dope find someone thrilling you can soft-soap who is willing and won't say 'Nope' to a clandestine marriage on the slippery slope of the blacksmith's anvil hire the carriage you prefer defer the billing and elope ...

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If I owned a circus for you I'd play the clown (Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up? Only when they're sick of it.) or if I had a rickshaw I could run you round the town if I were landlord of a bar drinks would be on me as proprietor of a restaurant you would dine for free and if I had a row...

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Froggy went a courtin', "Ribbit," he did sing, altho' singing weren't his thing, more like the punchline to a joke, 'Please don't smoke or I might croak.' In the deep end of the pond true love was his goal, and by the dawn help to spawn a few more tadpole souls. Hopped on to a water lily where he espied a fine-looking froggy filly, and in her...

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'twas at the country fair I spied her outstanding in her field (in many more ways than one) beyond compare second to none eyelashes long and lovely skin of velvety down I insist who could resist those eyes so big so brown (limpid pools?) 'twould make a fool of (almost) any man but I'm her biggest fan and I won't lie I...

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Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist out into the fog and missed, lost his heart and then his way, sadly, he was heard to say, "Don't get me wrong, I'm no King Kong, it's plain to see, so, don't make a monkey out of me." Silverback took his gorilla by the hand, looking for the promised land, a jungle bungle at very best, made him...

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Lil mama in a Q50 infinity Known to handle drama Pulls up any vicinity know a broad in a Amg we hit the drive through theater And we blow on trees I know a hottie in a Beamer She fiends for the d Trying to have my baby in a swooped up m3 Another shorty in a Tesla Always smoking...

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Love has no rhythm or rhyme. It strikes anytime. It is like lightning coming from the sky. It hits a person straight out of line. It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph. It can come from someone close by. It can be someone we would never pick. It knows...

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All For The Thought of Sex Make the beast with two backs, Give a girl a green gown, Let's rock the bed and shake the sheets, Sometimes it sounds kind of creepy, But hey, lets take another leap, You can go get your berries razzled, Maybe let someone poke your hontus, You can tickle the pickle, Possably cup the coconuts, Go rock your rump, Let them...

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i’m on the floor not by choice, but by gravity and the kind of despair that smells like vodka and the day’s last meal. the room spins, those ethnic carpets under my head you bought from a guy who said they were “hand-woven,” probably made in a factory by a 12-year-old with better dreams than us. and that painting? i still don’t know who did it. maybe god, maybe one...

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SHE DANCES JUST BEYOND YOUR REACH, A WHISPER LOST ALONG THE BEACH. A SHADOW CAST BY THE SETTING SUN, A GAME BEGUN, BUT NEVER WON. SHE SPEAKS IN RIDDLES, SOFT AND SLY, A LAUGHING GLINT BEHIND HER EYE. A BRUSH OF HAND, A FLEETING DANCE, THEN VANISHES MID-STEP OF DANCE. HER LIPS, THEY PROMISE UNTOLD BLISS, BUT VANISH JUST BEFORE THE KISS. A SILK OF...

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Before writing What magic happened to me That memories started to come, what a foolish heart Just for a moment I wondered if you were there or not But the...

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You joined the Navy. I joined the circus. I was always a clown, and you were always so serious. ...

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Let’s not make a scene— not in front of the metaphor-curious. We owe them a semblance of shared syllabic stability. You take Tuesdays, I’ll keep weekends and the enjambments. Let’s split the metaphors equitably— you keep flame, I’ll keep ash. No one touches liminal. I’ll speak highly of your similes at open mic, nod with gentle gravitas when they ask if we’re still...collaborating. We’ll stage polite reposts, perhaps a comment...

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In the quiet still in the sable night dreamy dotted with punctuates of light I recall my youthful days: no balcony too steep nor high – those I could not climb, then~ simply I would fly Wanted: old Juliet, with sympathetic elevator -- ...

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I saw her in a meadow high Where red flowers touch the sky Her eyes were mournful, so much inside I looked within, skepticism died (chorus) I'm in love with a big blue cow And a big blue cow loves me She don't have a job, but she survives Without that college degree She don't take drugs, and she don't drink We agree about politics,...

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