Funny Hero Poems | Examples
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I spend most of my
days at the wishing
well, tossing in loose
coins and spare change.
One wish for them,
one wish for me,
one wish for them,
one wish for me.
Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for myself is to
keep the cash flow
coming in.
Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for everybody else is
world peace and
maybe just a little
bit more music.
Global population:
8 billion;
good thing about that
is I won’t ever
run out of wishes.
Don’t be shy,
grab a friend’s hand
and let’s dance around
the world. I’ve had
enough of this war
.
The knights that in histories lurk,
They never wore spandex to work.
O’er heroes today
That dress in this way,
The dragons, they snort and they smirk.
You can’t defeat me!
You can’t stop my crimes!
I’ll someday get it right, you see,
I’ll even do it speaking rhymes.
I can rob a bank.
I can end it all.
Your hero powers have been shrank -
Or is it shrunk? I can’t recall.
That’s besides the point.
I’ll still win this day.
I’m so sorry to disappoint,
This will be your demise, I say!
Why destroy, you ask?
I don’t really know.
I haven’t had a tragic past.
I guess it’s fun to be your foe.
It is a pleasure
To rob this here vault.
I do not need all that treasure,
But I do need the extra…salt!
Yes, you are a salty,
That’s what makes this fun!
I love this strife and your faulty
Attempts to stop what I have done.
But you can’t win me!
You can’t stop my crimes!
This time I got it right, you see,
And I did this while speaking rhymes!
you always notice black marks on the floor
checking, in case they scurried with evilness
but don’t look at me, no no no, I double-took
earlier and to be honest I’d rather carry the
village church up the stairs wearing flip flops
Woodsman on a prowl
Sneaking around like an owl
Noticing innocents getting a fright
Watchman you are a good knight
Defending partiers in a plight
Battling a monster in a murderous fight
Erich you guarded them all
Despite the rainfall
Where thunder clapped
Lightning snapped
Spotlighting your heroic stage
Heralded by the girls maturing in age
Until your deadly scripted page
As we reflect surrounded by campfire mist
Who should be on the angelic list
Mr. Anderson may not have received Brad Clooney fame
But we knew your look maybe not name
Reminded the rat was Ben
While the chopping mall no longer needed Ken
RIP mechanical hiking buddy
Protecting those from evil not really funny
Make it sunny
Heavens will be brighter
Since you are now a soulful fighter
We all down here
Are in it for the scream and cheer
Toasting Rob Dier
With a corkscrew and beer
Sausage Mannnn super Hero to the people
Protector of his city
Was happy…. yet something was just lacking
That being …..His love life was not so pretty!
It had been quite some time now
Since he had a lady by his side
Feeling somewhat lonely
It was time for cupid to be his guide
One morning while in his favourite cafe
Sausage Mannnn met the girl of his dreams
Romance and love happened quickly
Destined to be together it seemed
“Sausage Mannnn” fought the bad guys
Knocking them right off their feet
Then wrapping his weapon tightly around them
Taking the bad guys of the street
He had never shared with her his super hero status
Or the size of his weapons entity
Afraid of how she may react
To knowing his true identity
The day had come to confess his truth
As a proposal was on the cards
His sausage heart was pounding
Hoping she would still hold him in high regard
He mustered up his courage and told his beloved his truth
Nervously asking “ Are we still be going to be life partners”
With a grin from ear to ear, she replied
“Oh Absolutely!!…. and we will make lots and lots of chipolattas!!”
since i fell through a glass pane
the neighbors have not seen rain
and since we dont go out
due to the recent drought
i'm hero of the floodplain.
She captures your heart with loyalty.
Holds power of living life joyfully.
She’ll be herself with vulnerability.
While fools choose imposters they can not see.
Her bionic ear will bring on smiles
Hearing ice cream trucks from a hundred miles.
Befriends outcasts lacking social style.
Her X-ray vision sees what’s really worthwhile.
She stirs emotion from a heart of stone.
Her presence will loosen your funny bone.
She is a treasure in life to have known.
Call her friend and you’ll never be alone.
Skills and marvel talents are a plenty.
Flys above the cookie cutter many.
A living hero for Maeve and Maddie.
She’s wonder woman of twenty twenty.
I’d crack rotten “yolks” about eggheads driving old crates!
Poem written and submitted to Poetry Soup : 28th August 2020
Contest : If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero
Sponsor : JCB BURL
NB
The components of this wry pun-laden entry relate to eggs and things associated with them.
Crack, rotten, eggheads, crates.
A crate can be a car in poor condition.
Yolks ~ pun on jokes.
"the fighting act is the final act"
Buzz Lightyear under the elephant.
the bear on an air mattress.
Gould locked in a rectangular box.
the young man behind the old man.
what they try to kill.
those addicted to the crowd will
die in the crowd.
those addicted to the dollar will
accuse many of stealing.
keep typing.
time will pass and those
that hide behind their addiction
to attention, will fade into a box
full of Robin drops.
rising to the top is a choice.
love the question and it’s life
giving purpose.
I’ll never be in Wrigley field
but I can live dying in L.A.
By: Chicano Eddie
7.29.18
I was lost, despondent, not figuring out my life in any way
When a flashing light bulb that was dying became my mentor.
She hissed at me, but I did not hear.
I saw her blink, but did not linger.
Hey you! She finally yelled.
Desperate to straighten me out.
"I am dying," she told me. "This is your last chance."
This got my attention.
She told me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
She had less than three hours,
So it felt selfish to keep the despondency up.
I released it, and it happily flew into the garden to try and annoy the tulips. Good luck, I thought, they are always upbeat.
"What do you WANT to do with your life?" the flickering
dying lightbulb asked.
"I wanted to be a teacher," I said," But I do not have the school."
"Go get it," she ordered. " You are not dead yet."
So I went back to school, in honor of a dying light bulb
who flickered one last time before I could get her name.
He talks to the fish
And they hear his every wish
He swims in their pee
Way out in the sea.
There once was a teacher called Marty
Who taught each class as if it was a big party.
With a sax he explained he was jazzy
If there was doubt he would get sassy.
His style had students in the palm of his hand
Like a party of people vibing off a rock band.
Oh it didn't stop there
As he explained grammar without care
Students came from far and wide
They forked out a hefty travel fare
Marty's originality brought them there.
He was warm and compassionate
It was evidenced in his nature
With gestures somewhat effeminate.
Immediatly they twigged he's special
Unlocking their world understand the ethical.
Marty didn't care what other people thought
So get just taught and taught and taught
Each day the same way "English let's play!"
To have Marty is what the language sought.
Stranger things beacon
these young teen agers
when a bald-headed
professor
saw them individually-telekelically
a girl a Marvel girl
she could perform miracles
can read minds nothing can be hidden
from this red head beauty
next,...
a cool tween miss guided a little mean
pick on lonely so he spend his youth
frozen, he couldn't be nice
so he was iced, a Iceman
next...
kinda athletic
sort of pathetic
funny somewhat elongated big hands
big feet
Hank the hairy Beast
next...
a hot head or should I say
He has an EYE
for destruction he had better not look at ya
Cyclops
next last but not endangered
Rich boy at least his parents are
His name he goes by is Angel
The wings on his back, shedding sometimes feathers in his lap
These teens are strange yes
Gathered together being trained in the DANGER ROOM by
Professor X
mutants in kind
Beyond humans my oh my
Together teen mesh
these are
the
XMEN
11/04/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr. POETMAN -->X MAN
I love to sit on the settee
And surf the channels on tv
With no apparent skills
Don’t have to pay the bills
Yet I get pampered, you’ll agree!
I have my highs, I have my lows
My whereabouts I don’t disclose
A sucker for romance
Maybe I’ll take a chance
One day to Julie I’ll propose!
If you look deep into my eyes
You’ll see I’m Batman in disguise
I rush to people’s aid
For justice my crusade
Do I deserve a Nobel Prize?
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Funny Picture Prompt Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 2nd
© 28th October 2017