Fun Girl Poems | Examples
These Fun Girl poems are examples of Girl poems about Fun. These are the best examples of Girl Fun poems written by international poets.
There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
A girl with a giggle so grand,
Tripped on her own feet and landed.
She fell with a spin,
Then let the dance begin.
And twirled with the crown close at hand.
She doesn't want to be normal
To be known as sensible
There is nothing she won't do
No joke, she will not tell
To her, insanity is normal
Normality is insanity
When she dies, she has one request
Find the brightest, gaudiest outfit around
Add some glitter and rhinestones
And bury her face down with her ass in the air
Maybe a small sign with an arrow
Showing people where her ass is
So they can all kiss it for her
© XI/IX/MMXXV
LRET
Every snip feels off.
I stare at my own hair.
The sides are sharp today.
The top does not feel right.
I run my fingers through.
It is different, maybe odd.
I pause, not sure I like it.
I hope it grows on me.
Maybe they will like it.
It could be a better look.
Could even catch some smiles.
The girls might notice too.
The mirror feels more kind.
The cut starts to take shape.
Maybe it just needs time.
It might be working out.
I take a breath, step back.
Maybe it is bold, maybe fun.
A quiet pat on my back.
Light catches every line.
I let myself smile a little.
It may be different, but I like it.
I own this change, I own the cut.
It feels good, it feels like me.
I walk away with a small grin.
Feeling good about what I see.
Different, yes, but bold.
I like this new cut on me.
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
Looking back on my younger days
and in that summer haze
you were the pearl my girl
in my oyster the whole wide world
so many memories
of you me and how we used to be
but of photographs far too few
altho' we did have a laugh a two
now all growing dim and grey
with the fading shades of day
etched in my memory for good
our trips to sunny Spain
and when we went
for a walk in the woods
on the way to the Isle of Wight
the night we were caught
in the freezing rain
no I'm not living in the past
and yet I'll raise a glass
to each and every single day
from over the hills and far away
My hair is wild, as wild as can be.
It sticks out in all sorts of places,
It goes through many fits and stages,
You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes!
I have curls to a large degree.
They won’t listen to my plea.
My hair demands to be free.
Poem written by my little daughter
When I go to the park
I climb right up to the top of the slide and slither down quick the other side ..
I swing up high and then down low whirling round fast as I can go ...
I like to hang from the climbing frame and ride in the rocket for a spacious game ...
I run In the wild to fly my kite high and rescue it disappearing from the sky
I rush down the slopes right from the top and sometimes find I just can't stop .
I throw the ducks some bread to eat and mum buys me an ice cream treat ..
Sometimes my friends come too. I have lots of fun in the park , do you?
Have We Not Had Some Fun (My Dear, Dear Girl)
Oh my, how the years have run,
Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl?
Have they not seen their share of struggle and fun,
Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl?
Have we not tasted defeat,
Drunk of delight?
Have we not known the pleasures
Of darkness and light?
Have we not known the warmth of the Sun
In the deep of the night?
Have we not, my Dear, Dear girl,
Have we not?
Do we not now carry with us
Those not so distant days
When we were clear in our hearts
While pure in our ways,
When the sun burned bright
When the stars danced above
To celebrate our unquenchable love
Through the deep velvet night
To bind us in trust
Through the fits and starts
Of youthful dreams,
Through the rise and fall of naive schemes
Have we not, my Dear, Dear girl,
Have we not?
Have we not grown old, as One,
My Dear, Dear girl?
Have we not seen the passage of ten thousand suns,
My Dear, Dear girl?
Am I still your only one,
Through all the tears and fun,
My Dear, Dear girl?
I hope it is so,
For all I know,
I am yours forever
My Dear, Dear girl,
My Dear, Dear girl.
Parity e y e s, potency f l i p s!
String bean was asked about his lips,
Stretched out for drink of cool water.
The desert wind, so hot, brought her -
“Long Tall Sally,” with spikes of glass;
With blue skies, standing in the grass.
He strums the strings of Summer sun.
Short rays of envy track the fun.
'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 can't deny
a complexion creamy a gaze quite dreamy
took my breath away that day
and in her hair a ribbon a ribbon of bonny blue
lost my heart (and then my mind) what's a boy to do
'twere love instantly 'At first sight' one might even say
(could she be the one for me?)
I couldn't let her get away and so I took her home
it was a first for me but please don't think the worst
(there'll be no matrimony)
I've sailed the seven seas to the four corners of the earth
been to hell (without a handbasket) and for what it's worth
been around the whole wide world
but waiting there at the country fair
where ruminating I found my one and only
my Jersey Belle, my Jersey girl
Outside, we feel warm rays from the sun.
I'm with my special, precious one.
Those wee hands, feet and ponytail
always bring happiness, without fail.
We are out to have some fun.
Together, we crouch by the koi pond.
The weatherman waved his magic wand,
and you can see the water glitter,
o'er each enchanting orange critter.
Shared experience creates a bond.
So, we also share with the pretty koi.
We're going to serve them, boy oh boy.
Feeding them - such a commotion.
We love to see those fish in motion,
as living things bring us joy.
Now, it is just a sweet memory,
with this photograph to remind me
of the day under the warm sun
with my special, precious one,
when we had so much fun.
Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.
Dress a girl a letter,
Printing numbers on her back.
Buy her flowers,
Give her powers,
Wrapping poison round her neck.
One day she’ll leave you,
She’ll deceive you,
And you’ll be better off dead.
So, you won’t get far with that head
Unless you break your neck
And yet you still ask to the sun
If the moon has won,
If the war has really ended
Or it's just begun.
So you’ll dress a girl a letter,
And print numbers on her neck.
Steal her powers,
Buy her flowers,
Say she’s better off dead.
Oh, you’ll deceive her,
But believe her,
When she’s messing with your head.
Ignore the blood beneath her nails ,
because you pay for them instead.
But the wars already won,
It was done and fun,
You were caught between a victory, a romance and a gun.
So when you pull your head together from the cracks beneath the earth
Steal her flowers
She’s deflowered
Push her back against the world
The war was won
And you are done
You are both swimming in your hurt
And then your hand reached for the gun.
What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!
now here's the kicker... Eh !
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed
but as Santa danced around the sun poured in the loft
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.
Merry Christmas Everyone !
Love,
From Santa's Girl :)