Funny Good Night Poems | Examples
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I'm searching for an electric kettle.
But all I can find to plug in
In my overnight cottage lodgings
Is a bedside lamp.
And while its 40 watts emits a ration of heat.
It would never in a month of dreary Sundays.
Boil water to make a Cappucciono
Think I'll just settle for a Stella instead.
hanging slipping falling dream
smashing waking hearing scream
wonder i dont snore
down here on the floor
guest beds like a balance beam.
I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.
I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.
I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.
I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?
I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.
I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.
I woke up to the sunrise
The sunrise was your face
Imagine waking to that every day
A thought I do embrace
At first I thought it was a dream
I've had those kinds before
But when it didn't fade away
I knew it was for sure
My smile hasn't left me
I'm sitting on my chair
And looking out across the lake
In blissful trance I stare
Reality's a funny thing
I know that you're not here
But in my thoughts indeed you are
Your essence always near
So here and there throughout the day
At the picture I will look
Until it lives within the folds
Of your chapter in my memory book
More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.
Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers, jabbing,
bobbing and weaving in the morning sun.
What a change I witness when the gloves come off
colors raised in stormy impassioned eyes.
So many dimensions,
when you go hard..
even more uncovered..
when you go soft.
Light coral shaded lips,
paler still long neck, brimming in fire.
how the veins sing to me..
though quietly now,
grow insistent.
Getting close, like a creature
not used to light.
A waterfall effect lost
in finest peach hair fields, many
curves and valleys explored
in mosquito nets of night.
Endlessly curious to know,
what a fighter wants..
what a fighter needs,
in love.
Return now from the ropes to knock me off.
My eyes anxiously await a detente
when yours turn soft.
"I was packing my bags, all of a sudden
whispering sounds from my wardrobe
audible to my ears, just when I opened
zilch was there just a ghost on top."
It was a good horror movie
I should not be scared; they aren't real
"Based on true events," they're fake
Moviemakers put it down fair to make us fear.
While I was bathing, when I close my eyes
Do I see the face of Annabelle?
When I sleep wrapping sounds hear by
More than thrice, was it my hallucination?
Look like I'm thirsty. Do I need to drink water?
No man! Not so cool, I knew what's going to happen
The part before the interval, the main character
Step out to drink water, but got frightened by the ghost
It's too hot, I left open, uncovering my legs
But what if ghost caught my legs? May be,
I ought to sleep with pins inside the blanket
Thank god, I hope my legs are safe right now.
Cindy Cinnamon was a working gal
Lavender Lucy her very best pal
one night they tag teamed Mr. Ed
smoked a pound of panama red
Stormy Daniels did shots from a pail
12/26/18
I am not scared ,
You are not real.
It’s just a white sheet,
It’s No big deal.
Ha! Cobwebs on the door,
I could turn on the light.
But Why would I check,
I’m not scared,right?
Shadows on the wall,
Your funny, brother Joe!
I might just close my eyes,
I’m not interested in his show!
“Mum I cannot sleep,
I forgot, I have a test
I think I must study,
Plus, I don’t need to rest.”
“Son it is late,
You must go to bed.
Stop worrying about tonight,
Just get to sleep, I said”
“Dad, can you please come here.
My bed seems to be soaked.
It’s not because I’m scared, I’m tough
It’s because, I’ve been drinking coke”
“No worries son, Let’s change it now.
It’s really no big deal”
“Daddy can you tell the truth,
Are ghosts and ghouls real?
A perfect love song
Whistling quietly, all to myself
Singing a song in my head
Making up words as I go through the day
Funny the things I have said
Laughing at others who look at me strange
Hey, they were laughing at me
If they just knew of this song that I sing
Surely I know they would see
The music is coming from deep in my heart
While I am thinking of you
Melodically flowing from somewhere inside
The happiest thing I can do
So let them laugh, I don’t care what they think
Now as I’m walking along
Singing these thoughts of what you mean to me
All in a perfect love song
Good night Soupers
The sun is tucked snuggly, in the cuddly sea, like the sleepy baby, in a sheepy fuzzy fleece The clouds are fluffy pink pillows, for your head and waves caress funny little feet, in your bed Birds tweet peep peep, as eyes flicker in the twilight Night comes and your asleep, when dreams take flight Good night sweet day, we will see you at your adorning Happy across the bay, then we'll sing you, a good morning
Matt gifted her chocs and a flower
Without joy after many an hour
Rebuffed trouser lump
Not even dry hump
So ended the night with cold shower
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9-9-5-5-9 (howmanysyllables.com)
(C) John C Michaels, May 2017
(Lots of serious poems written recently, so time to lighten the mood!)
My dearest Marie oh how I miss thee,
You didn't say goodnight last night before you went to sleep,
I guess it was kinda my fault as I was busy and didnt see,
That it was getting late and you were probably about to leave,
But none the less it made me sad deep down inside,
If I wasn't a manly man I probably would have cried,
But I am so instead I decided to sit and write,
This poem of how I feel on this dark lonely nite,
Although now that I think about it writing isn't manly at all,
What the hell am I doing men don't write poems they beat up walls,
And break stuff and curse and spit and smash beer cans on our heads,
I guess I'm not a manly man...aww screw it I'm going to bed.
~DM2~
P.s. took out the curse words or it would be a little different lol.
THE HORRORS OF A COLD
Having a cold is not good for you
Although it's not as bad as the flu
You ache all over from your head to your toes
While mucus keeps running from your nose
You lay awake night after night
Because your head is stuffed up tight
You cough and sneeze, you blow and blow
But that lousy cold just won't let go
Then one day you realize
You don't have such itchy eyes
Your nose has finally ceased to run
And now you're glad your cold is done
You feel so good you almost weep
'Cause maybe tonight you'll get some sleep
For days you were such a miserable grouch
So bad your wife made you sleep on the couch
But tonight in your bed is where you'll be
Finally you know that you're cold free
You can give your wife a good night kiss
And have a restful night of bliss
Curtis Moorman
5 July 2016
Mikey is a mango muncher,
He just loves that yellow fruit,
It is orange on the outside
With fragrant aroma that's so beaut.
Once he takes that skin off
His taste buds do a loop-de-loop,
Munching all that yellow flesh,
It really is his favourite fruit.
Now the juice is running everywhere,
What a mess he's in,
It's dripping down both his cheeks
Just near Mikey's yellow grin.