Funny I Love You Poems | Examples
These Funny I Love You poems are examples of I Love You poems about Funny. These are the best examples of I Love You Funny poems written by international poets.
its no wonder many say he's strong
relaxing with his love didn’t feel wrong
but there was once a time
when Moose was in his prime
Working Man felt just like his theme song
Dancing dots that you can't see
Dance messages of love from me
And when I finish I hit send
Then when they reach you on your end
You'll know that I just thought of you
Even though I always do
A moment taken to be still
And write my thoughts of you at will
If every thought got off my chest
These dancing dots would never rest
So maybe it's really for the best
When you can't see each dot expressed
You told me I belong to you
That you know I love you true
But darling I’m not a succulent plant
What’s a chocolate woman to do
Love is enough you said
That’s pretty in song and poem
But when you leave my bed
Why do I feel amber alone
Loving you is like static shock
As long as we have connection
I need more than my body to rock
Even deeper than spiritual oppression
Is this bond we have despite fact
I left you emotionally when indeed
You ignored little things that
Mean so much to me
Maybe our season is done
And the reason is life is short and crazy
Would love you in moon in sun
Butterfly kisses and hot love making
But again it’s not enough
And I have two new men admirers
Neither may have your touch
But I will find out what time desires
Do you smile when you read these?
Does your heart do funny things
Like mine does when you text me
Or when I hear you sing?
Do you like all the recordings
With the crazy things I say?
Do you sometimes think about me
Here and there each day?
Do you wish upon a shooting star?
Do you down a rainbow slide?
Do you land into a pot of gold?
I do, you're at my side
Do you think about a moment
When these dreams will be no more
Where we're making precious memories
Of the things we've held in store?
The first thing I'll experience?
I'll finally get to kiss
Your lips with all expedience
I've dreamt and dreamt of this
DONALD
IT HAS BEEN
REPORTED BY MANY
THAT YOU PLAY
WITH IT
SEVERAL TIMES A DAY
I NEVER SAW THAT THING
AND SWEAR
THAT I NEVER TOUCHED IT THAT WAY
BUT IT IS BIG
AND POSSIBLY MY TYPE
BUT I TRULY DON’T RECOGNIZE IT TODAY
IT IS POSSIBLE DONALD
THAT YOUR STOMACH
GETS IN THE WAY
It's been years since I've seen you
At least that's what it seems
And it doesn't count really
When I see you in dreams
Although dreams serve their purpose
They're the only place where
I can act on my longings
And tell you right there
How much that I love you
While you're there in my arms
And I can be who I am
And I can show you my charms
I can be really funny
I can make you laugh hard
I can show you the real me
Til you let down your guard
And allow me to see
Who you are inside
And be yourself too
With nothing to hide
Ideas conveyed in trails of semantics
Or moving over horse and bars in gymnastics
Tumbling, rolling, scribbling phonetics
Reeling, shrilling, scorching like ballistics
Quibbling over ideas and reams of whims
Rattling odd stories of soul's whines and trims
Yours is the power over lines and grims
Absolution or redemption atop one's dreamed
old gym hymns
Salt marsh on the Cape
Come with me and we'll escape
The routine and the drudgery
And live a dream out by the sea
We'll walk the shoreline, collecting shells
And bathe our feet in ocean swells
We'll face the west, across the sands
And watch the sunset holding hands
Where should we go? Wherever you want
Pick a place and I'll get us there
We'll fly standby and take to the sky
Or I'll pick and we'll land who knows where
Just leave it to me, I know what to see
I promise you'll like where we go
And if it's ok could I hold your hand?
Please walk through this dream with me slow
I'm not in a rush though you might see me blush
When I give you an orchid bouquet
And I'll tell you things played from my heartstrings
And maybe this dream will then stay
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
A rainy Sunday afternoon
Cold and gray, yet I'm immune
For sitting here right next to me
Natural beauty in human form
A roaring fire, a cup of tea
In woolen socks, my heart is warm
There's no place else I'd rather be
Blissfully oblivious to any storm
A rainy Sunday afternoon
Cold and gray, yet I'm immune
On the stove a pot of sauce
On the counter a bottle of wine
Mere words escape, I'm at a loss
One cannot explain, much less define
A rainy Sunday afternoon
Cold and gray, yet I'm immune
The table is set, I'll pour the Bordeaux
The meatballs are ready, they told me so
You seemed like such a good group
That I bravely entered the loop.
Now my mind works in meters
And couplets compete as
I O.D. on Poetry Soup!
I love the view;
I'm looking @ U;
Sew divine needle tread;
You're the book that I've haven't read:
12/22/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
There was a time
before you were mine,
I was in empty solitude.
Nothingness of great magnitude.
Then you were here,
loving me year after year.
The world saw change of great.
Violence, greed and hate.
During which, I almost lost
the one my heart would cost.
Down still; pulling through.
Yesterday, finally held you.
Surrounded by hate all around,
True love we have found.
To lose; they realize not
All the love already bought.
So much anger and rage;
Chapter ending; turn the page.
You & I; a whole new book.
A thief- my heart you took.
To lose; almost realized.
Oceans of tears we have cried.
Luck; such a funny thing.
Second chance to give you my ring.
Brought together; closer still.
My love you will always feel.
Love is such a funny word,
With oh so much to tell.
Although it's job is very big,
it does it very well.
Our language should be heavenly,
with feeling from above.
Then it wouldn't be so hard to talk.
To someone that we love.
Since love is the only word,
That tells the way I feel.
I'll use it many, many, times,
until you know it's real.
But if you don't accept it,
and believe that it is true.
There isn't any sense in me,
saying I love you.
But if you have the faith in me,
that I have in you.
You'll know that love is real my dear,
and you'll know that I love you.
Cal Bambi "The word artist" ©riginal
I paint pictures with words.
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