Funny Love Poems | Examples
These Funny Love poems are examples of Love poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Love Funny poems written by international poets.
Elizabeth Bathory Wakka
Was awfully good in the sacka
She'd jump on your face
And writhe with such grace
Then spit out her bright red tobakka.
life can be funny or sad
depending on how it goes
I have had girlfriends say they would never love again
they invited me to their big wedding day
I feel that never is a very long time
why put the word never onto anything
I said for many years not to say never
never is not in my vocabulary.
Hardened my Heart
I tried to be soft hearted
warm, funny and kind
but it never ever worked
for this old heart of mine
So I hardened up my heart
learned to be more tough
knowing I was never ever
going to be enough
Love I never found
it never came around
I was used and abused
so I stood my ground
I gave up on the life
I thought was for me
I hardened my heart
and it felt more free
‘You get what you give’
and I gave a lot!
a saying not true
so now I’m not soft
Love passed me by
dealt a raw hand
A loveless life
not what I planned.
Out in the street a couple in embrace
made a lurid scene in the marketplace.
The shoppers gathered to shout
“your love we don’t ever doubt,
but get a room to shun public disgrace”.
Up high, I touched a cloud
thinking it would be clingy
as that tasty lick of cotton-candy
stretched and stringy --
Touched a heart! Stuck forever.
Now wasn’t that also sweet
and clever!?
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By Poet "Oh yes, 100% human here. No AI for me."
Come let me tell you a story,
how writers once wrote.
They wrote from their loving hearts,
telling stories in different styles.
Some were rhymes or funny limericks,
verse was a favorite along with a tanka.
I find acrostic to be fun,
but taking more thought and time.
Today this new thing called AI,
is the new kid on the block.
AI has no loving heart to write with,
yet many readers have been blinded.
I put much thought and reflection,
into each poem for my readers.
A true writer writes because they love to,
also writing for their many readers.
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
Mr Pigeon puffs his chest out for the chase.
The female edges away as he creeps near.
Because she doesn't know how to get away
They run in circles everywhere.
She skips and hops like it's a game.
She eggs him on to do the same.
The ducks lay nestled and oblivious
To the chaos of his crush.
It's funny to watch his attempts to woo.
Yet however varied his depths of coo
She flaps away. He stands briefly alone.
Then he continues the search for his pigeonette
In the park he roams.
.
shh
you'll give'it
just
away
m-hm
mmphs cool
are
oooh wait
shh
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*sum'onez gottuh
say'it ')
pic show
no show?
she's late
first date
lame gaffe
big laugh
airborne
popcorn
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
My future has a funny name
It sounds like Good Morning
She cares about to look the same
And takes away my yearning
I am a man of working glass
I drink to fill the time
Between the future and the past
And it works out fine
Then comes Good Evening, dressed in blue
She is my past time lady
All through the day I thought of you
But darkness grows too shady
My eyes get dim as fades the light
It’s time for lullaby
But as you've gone, it can’t sound right
So wouldn’t worth a try.
.
woops
for mine fellowz
who edvard'z
knowz
lissp'siz
'er'z love'n
uh
shot
((owch))
eve
owch
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There was a time when my heart was weeping
God had taken my pet cat back
it was so quiet
my home was like a tomb
then, I was given a funny creature
a cat with a flat face
she was soft as velvet
and had huge round golden eyes
I fell in love with her right away- but she ran away
Under my bed she stayed
coming out to check things out
then, running back to the safety of the bed
but, one day she decided I was okay
I named her Isabella ... Bella for short
lots of purring and meowing was my gift from Bella
my gift were toys, balls, catnip mice, and dangling things
she loves to play for hours and hours
Bella really likes my feet
and at night we cuddle together until first light
in the morn' I take her to the garden to lay among flowers
I'm cuddly and cute
truly devoted to you-
but on my own terms