Funny Innocence Poems | Examples
These Funny Innocence poems are examples of Innocence poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Innocence Funny poems written by international poets.
Was it off-white?
A cavity on the hem of my socks
Undulation,but palpably grazed
like the letters you never unfastened
I set sail for my untrimmed toenails
A cavity on the edge of my nail plate
“Ma, its uneven”
Notes, chords, and bolted doors
Inaudible, I pulled more thread
Attenuated, I pulled
The darkest possible color
Reached my wavering fingers
“Ma, it wouldn’t look good”
Chortled, was something funny?
I couldn't catch it
“Ma…my needle broke”
Rainbows glimmered after a laugh
I'm thirsty
My sock is missing
Two large figures left the room
Loose clothes
And covered feet
“Ma, my thread is thin”
'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
It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me,
"Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
Look and behold
the Centerfold
I am not telling lies
when I say that my eyes
witnessed the personification
of my wildest imagination.
Truth be told
Cupid had me in a chokehold
for I was at a loss for words
as I heard the songs of summer birds
passing by
in the clear blue sky.
Now whenever I unfold
my prime Centerfold
I smile
for a while
as I reminisce about that first time.
Through my little fingers I'd peek
When I was a kid I would freak
Watching wicked witch melt
Frightful fear I then felt
That I wouldn't bathe for a week!
Remember when we walked to school?
Remember when we thought we were cool?
We were good friends in those years
Our laughter overcame any fears
We were young, we were pure
We were safe, we were sure
Nothing could hurt us
No one there to alert us
We thought it funny at first
But our bubble soon burst
When he drove up beside us
Offered to ride us . . .
Home in his tangerine Chevy.
Dancing in my heart,some friendship it seems
a solace butterfly , fluttering it seems
a moon with many faces,all bright it seems
for love is freedom,all pure it seems
To the rhythm of my heart,
all lubb dubb it seems.
In the melody of one's flute,
there's you too,it seems.
A new toy I found in the mall
for my beloved pet,
a different toy from a ball,
the one she loves to play with.
A plastc chicken I chose for her,
that at first, she didn't like at all,
because it makes funny sounds,
she was scared of.
After a few days,
I realized she was taking care of it,
she was always near to this new toy,
she didn' t want anyone to take it away,
nor anybody to be near to it.
She keeps changing it from place to place,
treating it delicately, trying to keep it safe.
Lying down next to it,
she likes to be hugging this new joy for her.
As if her baby was,
she's delighted just giving love.
It doesn't matter if it's only a plastic toy,
she still appreciates what life gives to her:
"the chance to love innocently".
A mass of emerald and ochre leaves,
sway upon the light summer breeze.
Suction of boots to big, wrenched from the muck,
grunting, banging, the metal bucket thunks.
The old farmer in his coveralls stands at the fence,
watching the struggling girl, bucket bangs, eyes wince.
'Ya wanna ta' feed um' he urges her on,
huffing, puffing, nose wrinkled of odors not fond.
A glorious glint of green and blue plumage,
is all that's needed to encourage.
Shrieking cries they emit, she jumps in fright,
screaming, slipping, sliding, then caught in plight.
Stuck in the mud, smelling quite rotten,
are boots too big, long forgotten.
You
waltz, RIGHT
in.
Such poise.
That sly smile,
defined
chin,
and pair
of bright, blue,
sparkling eyes.
Bedazzled,
my mind,
hides.
Yet you've
seen ME. And...
do greet
me,
with a
KISS.
Date: 03.22.23
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
That robot on line is so crafty!
Pick a number, he says; make it snappy!
Or go to the App
He'll get nowhere with that;
He should know by now I'm un-appy!
Written on 9/26/2022
Updated on 9/27/2022
by Gail DeBole
The young boy was watching his mom
Straighten sheets on his bed with her palms.
He began scratching his head
Looked at the floor and his bed
And seemed to be mildly alarmed.
The young boy who was not quite four,
Said, “The wrinkles are not on the floor.
It did not take long
For them to be gone,
But why did they not fall to the floor?"
fine new fernery
two forgotten dahlias
innocently bud
There she is, playing with her toys and dolls.
An air of peace surrounds her. Aww, isn't she
Lovely? Smilingly, she turns and calls
Out to you. Innocence is all you see.
There he is, busy hitting on something,
Singing a funny yet familiar song.
Oblivious of cares, he leaves you doting.
You feel something so tender yet so strong.
Who are they? Where do they fit in your plans?
What are the things that you can do to them?
They are children. They are fully humans.
Love them. Don't molest them. No, don't hurt them.
Whereas these children make up the future,
We would do well, in love, them to nurture.
I don’t remember you ever saying counters were off limits ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021