Death Humorous Poems | Examples
These Death Humorous poems are examples of Humorous poems about Death. These are the best examples of Humorous Death poems written by international poets.
A billionaire died
after swallowing a bee.
I'm glad it wasn't you,
I'm glad it wasn't me.
many rituals,
from birth till the death
breath folds each goodbye.
Imitated feast-
ceremonies choking on fear
shrinking from them.
shame of the ceremony
when mandop lacks pomp and guests,
no minister (or M.L.A) comes.
ashamed of parent's death
if ceremonies not grand
although not fed (him) well.
ashamed at his own death
while rites are not made grand
before the (watching ) people.
He'll save his cash
Digs grave ... tips ash
Stopped at the rest stop with my friend Seth,
He just made the restroom, out of breath!
Came out gasping for air,
Yo Bud!...Don't go in there!
This "Turlet" has the foul smell of "Death!"
I thought I'd sniff about..just for fun!
The pungence hit...and my head just spun!
Bordering on manic,
Seth was in a panic!
Yo Bud!...Could you PLEASE call 9-1-1?
Lay me down in open skies
Put the pennies on my eyes
Wrapped in my suit and tie of gray
Say a couple words of grace
Toss the earth upon my face
And let's call it another day
Endless time is all I've got
As I decompose and rot
It's a horrid situation
As I leave you all behind
The one thing that comes to mind
Should have asked them for cremation
It's a dirty little business
And I've never stooped so low
But if I stay here long enough
I'll dig myself a hole
There's trouble all around
And death to be expected
But the tools that I have found
leave's a wound, that's undetected
It'll take time for all to see
What I've done here on this day
'bout the time that they take notice
I'll be far enough away
Now, I have them lying there
Soon, covered up with weeds
But if I want to grow tomatoes
I have to plant these seeds
A dumb deer died in that damn ditch today.
Daring, no doubt, but didn’t dodge the diesel
Doom dashing down the dune. The dimwit did
Duck, but the damage done was a deadly deal.
Your candle locates a gas leak
You said out loud Putin’s a freak
Your brake pipes might even corode
But jello ain’t meant to explode
You may one day fall out of bed
And get a big dent in your head
You may get run down in the road
But jello ain’t meant to explode
Get cut by an old rusty nail
Or both of your parachutes fail
You may touch a poisonous toad
But jello ain’t meant to explode
A rock makes a hole in your boat
You’re knocked off a cliff by a goat
You should be safe in your abode
But jello ain’t meant to explode
Conceiving himself to be dead,
He leaped like a ghost from his bed.
But finding no wings
Supporting of things,
He fell like a mortal instead.
When I first heard of your demise,
I was at Mickey D's eating a cheeseburger and fries.
And when the newscaster said
you’d died when an elephant sh-t on your head,
it didn't come as a big surprise.
the Vallhall journey
drunken orgies - fight and death
mead - milked from a goat
Mister Misanthrope had given up hope
On the entire human race
He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street
With a grimace on his face
Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl
Most folk scurried as he neared
He'd chortle of death with foul rancid breath
Which was exactly what they feared
The skies became gray the birds flew away
Even rats would turn their backs
The locals weren't dreaming went running and screaming
To avoid his verbal attacks
One day in the valley down tornado alley
There formed a massive cyclone
With joy they saw Mister riding that twister
Into the great unknown
I know nothing of
where the wild geese go
other than been told
by those with loftier eye
I know little of where
the natural streams flow
if not for those who have
thought to journey and try
I cannot say, whether heaven
nor hell, my loved ones passed
are yet silent. Content not to know
till after I go, if the knowing remain
respectfully compliant.
The macabre’s amusing at times,
makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes.
To my wife they’re not funny;
she wants cute little bunnies
and not ones that are strangled by mimes.
She says, “Why must the animals die?
And that one with the bird made me cry.
In the end, she did soar
off to some distant shore,
but her kin were all shot by some guy.”
“Ah, but see how it’s seared in your brain:
a phenomenon hard to explain.
It’s odd how we’re wired;
The inane makes us tired,
but an image of death will remain.”
So why aim for the grand or sublime?
Find dead leopards instead on a climb!
For the joy in the tragic,
trawl the semi-pelagic
when your muse loves primordial slime.
"Hello said the Ghost"
I knew it was a Ghost
the semi see-through
sort of a-dead-giveaway
not frightened though
getting on in years~
my own skin quite
thinner, like an aged mongrel
needing a good dinner --
(in a haunting way
getting back to the spirit of things)
becoming transparent to my core --
but it was getting a bit
late, and my feeling a tad
more tired than usual, I suggested he
show himself to the door
He simply said, "What for?
What for? Soon to be room-mates
evermore."