Love Funny Poems | Examples
These Love Funny poems are examples of Funny poems about Love. These are the best examples of Funny Love poems written by international poets.
Ladies don’t compete for someone who can’t compete with you for free
Swearin’ he “rare,” but he basic as a password “123”
He has females goin’ toe to toe like he the last man left alive
When he can’t even spell “commitment” and wouldn’t Google it to try
Most of these dudes online ain’t lookin’ for no soul
They just huntin’ for attention like it’s a buy-one-get-one goal
You can’t go Mortal Kombat over dudes who can’t even fight temptation
Argue like he VIP when he really free admission, no reservation
He don’t want love, he want whoever type back the fastest
Whoever laugh at his jokes, whoever ignore his bad habits
He ain’t searchin’ for a soulmate, so here’s a lil news flash
He just emotionally leased, short term, no credit, just cash
He got energy for new girls, new DMs, new lil’ ego boosts
but ask him for consistency? Boy vanish like he joined the troops
So if he ain’t matchin’ ya energy, then hit him with the cold cut fade
Serve him silence like revenge, ice cold, and handmade
No one should ever be treated by anyone
like I've been treated by you:
you think you're so cool
you're exempt from the rule
that you pay for whatever you do;
but the earth will turn
and the sun will burn
till the day you finally see
that no one should ever treat anyone else
the way that you've treated me!
Child and a cupcake
Shall I take it
Quite the challenge
Looks scrumptious
When she turns, I’ll take it
Hoping she turns fast
Then it’s my turn to take it
Yayyyyy
Yummy.
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade,
A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades.
They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity,
While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony.
My essence shifts, a mercurial tide,
Humble servant, raging beast, side by side.
Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray,
A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray.
Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth,
A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth.
My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit,
"This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat."
But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye,
A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise.
She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair,
And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air.
The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain,
I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain.
In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed,
The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
I'm in a room where everyone is pouting on a Mask but I don't fit in because I'm not covering myself with one so everyone hates me for being real what they don't know is that the are too many different spirits in me. A personalty is constantly shifting. I'm the most Hamble but acts differently the next minute. As I move round, in and out of different rooms with each having masked faces i stumbled across one with out a Mask and I thought I found the one a soul mate just didn't know she was my cell mate she wore a the most perfect mask that you can't see with your naked eyes she was the Masked malice by the time I found out it was to late cos she had already stabed me in the back the moment I turned she had a bow with an arrow on fire pointing straight to my heart . It's funny cos I still thought she was playing even after the stabe in the back I still felt her now she has an arrow pointing at my heart but I smile and made the wrong move that is when the arrow pissed through the heart. At the moment of death i saw that angel I feel in love with but that was just a glimpse with the eye of death i saw through her and realised it was just Masked malice that I feel into
My feelings of love are in overload
If my love was dynamite it would definitely explode
The emotion of my love for you seems so very right
My heart beats out of control and my chest is getting tight
I am feeling like I can't fill my lungsI need to take a breath
I have never felt like this before and it scares me half to death
Just for you to be near me and to return the love I give
Knowing what we have gives me a reason to live
I love you so much and you know who you are
I bet you all thought I was talking to my wife but actually it is my car ......
My life was saved by ruining the the life I loved
What price to pay, although I would save a stranger without a second thought
Seems strange to consider the love I had may never have been for me at all; What better way to know myself, without ever knowing at all.
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I say a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
Champak flowers, you have charms three:
Beauty, colours, and fragrance,
What among them the reason be
That drone bees dare take no chance?
Radha's charmed by Champak’s beauty
And bee is Krishna’s devotee,
How can any a close he be
To blossoms of a Champak tree?
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Translations | 30.10.2025 | bee, devotee, fragrance, tree
Note: This follows the first part of the poem. A poet in Braj bhasha (see below) ventures to explain why in the spirit of ‘ God may know, but let me try’. Radha, is Lord Krishna’s love interest, and as she is cast in Champak’s charms and the drone bee being Krishna’s devotee, would sure pay due respect not to go near the flowers. What fertile imagination I would say!
Champa tujamein teen gun,
Rupa ranga aru bas,
Kaun gun aiso bhayo
Ke bhramar na aave pas?
Champa-varani Radhika,
Aur bhramar Hari ko das,
Kaise fir bhramar aave
Champa ful ke pas?
Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
Passionate:
Fiery passion burns,
Within her free spirit borne;
Lovely flaming heart.
Pity the fool locking gaze,
Cinder left - her path ablaze.
Beautiful:
Striking beauty she,
Always lovely with to be;
Her frolicking soul.
Laughter follows ev'ry move,
Dancing - eating all her food.
Wise:
Old wisdom resides,
A lady young with blue eyes;
Discerning what's true.
Not so gentle insight to,
Those in need of tough love - truth.
In a song I like,
Which I rarely hear,
Called “One Bourbon,”
And “One Scotch, One Beer,”
There’s a line I love
And the way it goes
“Everybody funny,”
I suppose,
Is the perfect way
To describe us all,
For there’s nobody
That I recall
Without traits and quirks,
Both the good and bad,
That can make you smile
Or can drive you mad.
Human ways to be
One can thus define
As unique and, yes,
That’s including mine.
We get through our lives
In our “funny” ways
As George Thorogood*
Catches in that phrase.
*recorded in 1977 by
George Thorogood & the Destroyers
Verse 1)
Witches roam in cloaks of black,
Mixing potions out back.
Ghosts float in with shots of rum,
Skeletons bangin’ on a drum!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Verse 2)
Skeletons slide in two by two,
Clickin’ heels and tappin’ shoes.
Jack-o’-lanterns flash that grin,
The party’s wild come on in!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Bridge)
Broomsticks parked out by the door,
Vampires passed out on the floor.
Bartender laughs, “Just one more?”
Ain’t no night like this before!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Tag / Outro)
Now the clock strikes half past three,
Graveyard crowd still swingin’ free.
If you hear that ghostly moan
It’s just the sound of dancin’ bones!
Take one and put
five pence in the
money box
Thankyou
The Uba flies,Sani Pass flickers under streetlights,
My chest aches with thought,lungs burn with reminiscence,
Sacrificing pride twists my mind with doubt,she lingers unseen-
I remain still
Mist owns Vrede,a sunless Free State night in autumn,
My pulse revolts,doubt gnaws the edges of determination-
I grip the door handle,heart rebelling,breath caught-
I order the driver back