Funny June Poems | Examples

These Funny June poems are examples of June poems about Funny. These are the best examples of June Funny poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberGemini is my Zodiac Sign

Geminis cannot be squelched
Without squirming and kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming and stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths leave us alone
Usually agreeing other targets go more easily.


Gemini is an air sign, we get along well with Aquarians and Leos
Best to marry Libras if we can find one available
But they marry early, so hurry.

Gemini, flighty, funny, fleeting
Moving, malleable, merry-maker mercurial mind
Dynamic, energetic, a shapeshifter, a fairy, a changeling

Gemini, constantly seeking, learning the world
Asking questions, figuring out better ways,
Clairvoyant, clairsentience, clairaudient

Gemini, party animal, bringing joy and enthusiasm
New horizons, fresh start, rejuvenation
Wants her own way, can be diabolical if double-crossed

Gemini, fragile, sensitive, easily hurt
Fairy-like, imagination on ready alert always.
Sensitive idealist, actress, teacher persuader


I Would Not Give It a Name

We had the colorful glasses of teenage on our eyes
And my favorite color was love,
Because of our childishness, we told so many "Lies in April"
We held hands, but our hands were covered in gloves.
The summer was passing away day by day,
We were lost in the memories and obsessions,
Or we would always had at least something to say,
Music, art- we would share our creations.
I didn't like summers before,
But this year changed the thing;
I listened to Red, Lover, Folklore,
And got addicted to Paper Rings!
"Cruel Summer" it was, I would say letter by letter,
Because I met "you"
But "It has never been better
Than the summer of 2022.
You came suddenly, you went suddenly
Why would you live "so far away"?
I still don't know your feelings for me;
How can I steal your heart? Dear can you please tell me the way?
Since you are not mine,
Now my life has turned into ruins;
Maybe we'll meet again,
In Another "June".

Premium MemberRe-Marking June

*Image of Pride Backgrounds by Pixabay.

Re-Marking June

A Pride fellow with the hockey staff,
Who is jeered by some that made them laugh,
Was to count the whole team's men,
Ere the P.A., (ne'er again),
Said, "Our team's men totals about half."

2022 June 09
*3rd Place*
A funny Limerick - Any Theme
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 June 19

*RZ & HMS: 9,9,7,7,9.
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.

June 30 2016

The Cat in the Hat
 Is not fat
 The Cat in the Hat 
Is awesome like that!  

© From A Poet's Heart

Premium MemberWhat a Gemini Does

Gemini magic oozes from my soul
Interested in everything, I flit from one thing to another
Dressed in my butterfly disguise, I land, but fly away fast.
I have had over thirty jobs, and quit some before noon.
I want the best for everybody.
If it is not a good fit for me,
they deserve better and so do I.

I have never written a whole page in cursive, for it would not be me.
I draw pictures, use cursive, shorthand and long hand. 
Not necessarily in that order.
I am creative, and funny, and I love to laugh.
Not at people but at their idiocincrocies.


I have empathy, and passion. I have love in buckets.
I am easily hurt, but you will never know for I lick my wounds in private.
Listening to others stories, but keeping mine down inside my soul
to bother no one.  I am a Gemini. I am woman. I am a warrior.
I am magic, I am mystery, I am here and if I fall in love with you watch out.
I am a giant puppy, that will follow you home and love you to death.
That is what a Gemini does.


Summer Snow

Cotton flies like summer snow
Through the little city with no one to clothe
Descended from giants whose purpose long forgotten
That even in this fabricated world...
Nothing feels better than cotton
Fluffy clouds carry the tiny seeds
Across the wind with no one in need
The white puffs dance and twist and weave
Like tiny sprites in the summer breeze
Till finally they must hit the ground
Or whatever else happens to be lying around
They line the dirt trails and driveways and streets
Sticking to everything that they meet
They give a soft feel to month of June
But of a light white dusting nothing is immune
I saw my dog salted and thought into what has she gotten?
Then laughed and said "Oh!"
"It's that cotton pickin, frickin cotton!"
© Chris Hagy  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member- 40 Feels Better Than 50 -

You soon realize that now
It’s your time to shine
You’ve always been free in your soul
Loving and giving love
You perfect the right balance 
Magical conjunction on the right place
Isen't it funny ?
You will be 40 on your next birthday









22.01.2016
A-L Andresen :)

The June Melancholy

The sun was up and the moon sank 
To great my brother a happy birthday
We smiled and rocked, we ate, we drank
To convince my brother of a lovely day
Until five clocked when we heard a sound 
Which made us stop our delightful play
The police knocked, arrested for disturbance. 
This suddenly turned out a bad day

Miracles Happen To and In June

There once was a gal name of June.
Who wanted to kiss and to spoon.
  She made a big splatter
  falling off a tall ladder.
 When she married the man in the moon.

Her wedding of course was in June.
She wanted to marry him soon..
   She started to chatter
   but that didn't matter.
Their life was so much a cartoon.

The man in the moon liked to croon.
He liked to sing songs about June.
   But nothing was sadder
   when he made her madder.
Singing not of "June" but of June.

To get on her good side Old Lune.
Flew June to the moon via balloon.
  But she was much fatter
  and emptied her bladder.
Now he looked like a baboon.
  
To end this wild tale about June.
Know the man in the moon made her swoon
    He heard her feet patter
    when she mixed cake batter.
Turning into butterfly from cocoon.

Last June

Well, I’ve been lost in moments
     where not much was left to count,
While all the words of wisdom
     had been left upon the mount.
When July turned to August
     and August ran into June,
Time was but a second thought
     that had passed us by too soon.

Sometimes I would wake to see
     a small glimpse of yesterday,
Just before the wrinkles came
     with the spattering of grey.
Could see the roads to nowhere
     that were travelled by the young,
Once upon a summertime
     when tomorrows were far-flung.

Funny how the scenes can change
     the colors to black and white
When dreams glide through the fog
     that holds on strong to last night.
Puppy dog tails and ribbons
     now lay scattered on the ground,
Covering up the last thought
     which moves on without a sound.

Still I have sensed the footprints
     hidden somewhere in the sleep,
And within those days of youth
     there were feelings that ran deep.
One day on an August morn
     I heard an eternal tune,
It carried me back once more
     to those summer days of June.

A Snowflake In June

I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do

Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning guilty blue

I’m absolutely sure
The clouds were somewhere amidst the cover up
Fortunately, a little pigeon squawked
And revealed something of the simple truth

That, there was a brewing
Conspiracy of rumors, flying 
So I ruffled stoolie feathers convincingly
To spill the beans, out with his scandalous news

It seems a wintry prima donna 
Performer of the coming season
In order to beat the ratings
Broke out early and was somewhere on the loose

Could it be
The very same stitch of ice I'd seen
A snowflake thespian
Acting out in the month of June

Then, I saw a glistening 
Of arrogance pass right before my eyes
And tiny banner waved
Followed by the squeaky words “see you very soon”

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief 
And then, my tongue was quickly unleashed
As I closed the case of any further flakes
From trying to make their premature Hollywood debuts

June-Uary

june-uary
where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek

Get a Premium Membership
Get more exposure for your poetry and more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry