Funny Ghazal Poems | Examples
These Funny Ghazal poems are examples of Ghazal poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Ghazal Funny poems written by international poets.
Name of hardship to life’s journey we gave,
To means that help move on, money we gave.
To loose change that’s today money the least,
What else? As a worthless penny we gave.
That which never if ever opened mouth,
To dumb mirror, nickname dummy we gave.
To love’s first journey of sweet memories,
Yea, you have guessed it right: honey we gave.
The best plans of men destined are to fail,
Life that fails nor is false, funny we gave.
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Ghazal |13.07.2025| life, journey, money, funny
"Yes, get in the tourist bus; a funny ride is waiting
You will enjoy kissing the clouds - and rain slide is waiting."
Is my heart nothing for you? Say, if you love someone else?
To hear the truth from you, my heart - do not hide - is waiting.
Where are you? O my beloved! Got much involved in work
Have you e'er thought anxiously at home your bride is waiting?
Someone who shines in the stars | promised to be mine fore'er
Smiles at me and for me one on sky's that side is waiting
You have indulged human to suffer: wars, droughts, destruction
For being broken - by our hands - now your pride is waiting
She - a beautiful stranger - left saying, "We will meet soon.
Now I have to have a trip: my tourist guide is waiting."
What will be found in the room? The corpse of a young poet
Goodbye - for me mysterious suicide is waiting.
Old breath no life has tolerated,
Strange, most change finds itself deserted.
Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated,
By fighting with self fosters ahead.
It sounds so weird, my steadfast head
By ceaseless changes has been so made.
The coolness by scorching me I’ve forged,
Funny, it’s now hotly coveted.
The success that lets me stay seated,
Strange, to a-migrant-me was wedded.
I’ve always drained myself from within,
Only thence was this depth conceded.
Peculiar, what the world in me liked,
By appreciating all was added.
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This piece in anapaest tri-meter was inspired by a Gujarati poem by Vicky Trived, but is no translation.
Ghazal |06.10.2021| Introspection
Poet’s note: Be it in spirituality or in poetry, it is a journey to reach one’s Self. Of course, it may be argued that poetry is the means to reach out to the world through the philosophy of understanding it and the self. This Ghazal, Is Not It Strange, highlights the contradictions experienced in this journey.
Beggars of California
With their tattoos and their piercings, I don’t give money to beggars in California. Up on the Haight with his honey, not really in need, this beggar of California.
At least in New York you get some song and dance, perhaps the tickle of a tenor sax ?and they’re out in the rain, not just when it’s sunny, like those beggars in California.
Near my apartment in Pacific Heights, know them by name. It’s funny; frown when they see me: two brothers, one on either side of the street, these yuppie beggars of California.
I offered to pay the pawn on Runny Nose’s instruments out of hock, but his sign was a true ploy. Another’s sign: “Sailor needs a ship”; it’s war time!? Beggar of California!
I offered one a berth and a meal of tunny. I still see him, but he begs no more.
I think he’s on the dole with a cot. His words were foggy, this beggar of California.
I begged Jackie Paper, since the eighth grade: run for California, head west young man.Education was free. Was I cunning or just another beggar in California?
Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?
Promises are fulfilled, days departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert road, who will wipe a bird’s tears?
Let me go back to my island O lord, to live with my people, with peace
Who wants dark days dropping like evils on the lake of tears?
Friends are funny until their claws scratch the widows of my love
Have you got friends those have not loosened your teeth or made you shed tears?
Moon is like a golden dish full of egg poach, fried fish, succulent meat and pulao
Beggars say its god’s wish; they have to keep their hunger aflame; does a fakir shed tears?
Merchants do business and cross thousands of miles to sell their wares
Only God knows how many shadows wait for their return and shed unaccountable tears.
Me and you, babe, are like Teacher and her apple.
Though like Eve we are tempted by Satan's apple.
I picked you high above, far from reach, glistening
from summer days, picked from the tree a fresh apple.
'Twas the poetic thing to say, but really I
saw you in Facebook on products made by Apple.
Some think we don't gel together, too different, we're
tomato and basil, not oranges and apples!
It's obvious how to keep the doctor away.
Would it work on you, just by eating an apple?
But you know I don't mean it (at least all the time).
A thought came to me in mid-bite of an apple.
Will you and I, find a little home together,
like a worm finds a home in a juicy apple?
Though Timothy observes various meanings
he truthfully just likes the taste of the apple.
For the Jazzy Poem Contest.
Asleep, his dreams are vivid of this girl, who dances nude
Awake, the image of her without clothes, enhances yearning
She passes by him, in five inch heels, her gyrating hips, his fancy
He turns to greet her, in a split second, that chance, a yearning
At the end of a long day; “Happy Hour” at hand, he glances at his Timex
He now knows he’s a stalker, but who cares, he's in a trance, yearning
As she steps off the elevator, he sucks in his breath, and prances
Passing by, she looks right through him, which only advances yearning
She stops at the traffic light; it’s just turned red, she's sporting proud stances
Should he approach her? Will she befriend him? Then he thinks of his finances, yearning
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A collaboration with Audrey Carey
Incited by her Allure Sensuelle...
a vulnerable man is noticed by all.
Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs...
loud music turns me into a demon from hell.
She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks...
I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall.
The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly...
I showed her respect, but she became too sensual.
Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss...
she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall.
Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "
Always and forever, I think
Of you..
Every morning I raise its like
The dawn golden light..
You are in my mind
My heart..
My soul..
I carry you where ever my
Mind decide to go..
You are like a special rose
Growing to perfection..
So pure and true..
You sit upon my heart.
Like super glue..
You are the air I breath..
You the very soul of me..
Your memory locked
Within my mind my
Soul..
You are my pass my present
My future..
You are..
Woven so softly within my
Spirit that flies so free..
You will be..
Always and forever my love
So true..