Laughter Poems - Poems about Laughter

You tried to lead me (surely) by the hand across the shallows but we were both too drunk and the stones too slick so we slid stumbling and laughing, falling toward each other all the way across and upriver (rocks bruising our feet) until we were concealed by the night. We held each other close in the dark noisy water that swirled lovingly over our skin like a mother’s...

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Still a child at heart tho' older are some other parts and only for a lark back to my childhood here I hark I remember a rhyme in the far reaches of my mind hickory dickory dock the mice ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse fell down luckily the plucky other ducked shucked and jived escaped survived got out alive and ran away to live another...

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All together, let us do the chicken splash, Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts. Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon; Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon! Through maroon monsoon, we all dance, splashing and laughing, in silver romance. Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck! If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck. Hopscotch through puddles, sepia splash. We let...

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Three Months with You Three months ago, you came into my days, With laughter like sunlight and gentle ways, Since then the hours have danced in your glow, And time with you has taken it slow. Three months of smiles, of stories and touch, Of learning each other, of feeling so much, You’ve turned simple moments into sweet art, And carved out a...

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When we were still kids Each day comes with it's ecstasy Steadily playing at night During the full moon Right there we share our dreams Telling different stories Without hate, envy or jealousy Love, laughter, sharing without greed all we knew. Our dreams, our inspiration Always aspiring with conviction Even amidst restrictions We keep dreaming without limitations...

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I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails the scent of soil and citrus on your skin. You carried mysteries-living things I wanted to cradle. I didn’t find you- you found...

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A senator, keen on a bill's every clause, Said, "This hearing, we'll find all the flaws!" With questions so sharp, He'd make witnesses carp, Then tripped on his notes, to loud, shocked applause. ©bfa032125 ...

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Amber, crimson, golden light, A painter's dream, a wondrous sight. The autumn wind, a whispered song, Where rustling leaves all dance along. The Equinox, a fleeting spell, Its blessings cast, its stories tell. In fleeting hues, the trees bestow, A fleeting fire before the snow. The branches...

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With eagerness I make my way to my favorite place Where gratitude floats freely above every head Where happiness is the coverlet that embraces each bed Where laughter is contagious and strikes the young and old Where love is a daily garment that adorns every soul Where joy is a feather that nudges all to soar Where the house of contentment...

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D-o E-veryday S-mile I-n R-eal E-motion, E-xpressing K-ind H-eart I-f M-ind M-ourns E-ach N-ight, E-mbracing S-orrow ©bfa051125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Desiree Khim B. Menes)...

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“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.” —Jean De La Fontaine ................................................... Heavy is this gray cloud above our heads, Its weight like stone, it bows our shoulders low. The robe of joy we wore is torn to shreds, We're clothed in tears, in despair, ache, and woe, Yet still we crave good hearts to love and care. This yoke we bear...

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Since I first put on the greasepaint, smooth as cream on morning toast, they said I had a gift for making people laugh. Natural as breathing. Effortless as falling. Born to perform like a bird in flight. So I've kept that image, polished it like brass until it gleamed. beneath the painted...

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It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and then I beheld the cat, the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling. A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed, seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing, cat...

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I'm a Ghetto clown, a fool for the cash/ Juggling dreams while the world does a dash/ If laughter's a crime, then call me a crook/ I'll steal your frown with a single look/ They call me a lamb, said, Take the fall/ But I laughed so hard, I shook the hall/ Crucify me? Sure, but here's the thing/ I'll go out...

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Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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