Funny Nature Poems | Examples
These Funny Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Nature Funny poems written by international poets.
l dont feel like writing today
so l think l'll take a walk
l'll put my yellow rain mac on
hair down, face bare, no talk
not many walkers pass my way
those do, are walking dogs
they say hello and l nod away
their mood , no dialogue
the path is steep and getting wild
and trails are mud, just like a slide
lift face to tree's, as raining leaves
blue skies a dream, l see
l find a stream, it's calling me
with gravel stones and trees
it's a kind of painting , that says hello
the dreams that Artists know
and the leaves are racing to get away
but l wished they'd stay and say
'ok' because in moments , they will then discover
todays more beautiful , than all others
l'll walk back home , kick fallen leaves
on wooden bridge , amongst the tree's
and when back home, l'll move my bed
to view the garden, coloured reds
i'm getting cold, and frozen nose
yellow hood pulled up, and mac zipped up
and wished l was a bird today
to look down on natures ...makeup
My favorite little furry friends.
So, cunning, curious and quick.
Amazing to me their agility.
They’ve been here for an eternity, forty million years.
Not only have they escaped extinction but thrive among us in the tens of billions.
They mostly go unnoticed, ignored, hiding in plain sight.
But if you care to look closer maybe you will see.
They are friendly, funny and familiar.
And they’re very smart.
They remember each individual face of us.
Especially when you offer them a tasty peanut.
Amazingly they take the morsel, from your hand,
Delicately, gently and sweet.
My favorite sight is when they beg
Standing on two furry funny feet.
Looking sideways in my sliding glass door.
Hoping endlessly for a yummy delicious treat.
Capybara song
cartel tries to replace pets
got stuck in my head
WEBBING BLACK WIDOW
She loved him dearly:
In webbed satisfied love,
She loved him to death:-
Sirius is approaching the gate
dragging the hot and humid like bait.
Scorching dog days are back.
A violent attack!
I fear I will burn my shaven pate!
.
ohhh i git it
it ticklez mine
cauze'n mine
rize
and you
with me
laugh
or iz that
at
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
Once fishes, swift and swimmy,
populated seas, so many,
while birds, ever fast and flighty,
ruled the sky in numbers mighty.
Ask man if a sixth extinction's funny,
he with machines, guns, and money.
the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night
the common oak
a wise old man
an aging folk
since time began
grandfathers of the forest they
speak myth and folklore when they can
the sycamore
with helicopter seeds
sets out its store
among the weeds
then grows to be big and strong
from people’s picnics on which it feeds
the horse chestnut
is the conker tree
the children’s favourite
but too spikey
until they are ready later on
and why kids were late home for tea
the yew
is old
and grew
so slow
its age is in millennia
and battles from the archer’s bow
the hawthorn
its blossom white
and at dawn
as if it snowed all night
then all too soon the white has gone
a desperate case of bad stage fright
the conifer
fir, spruce and pine
a regular
likes mead and wine
to keep it warm in winter then
comes into homes at Christmas time
Hi-Choo
Early spring in Corinth and I’m bathing in a pollen shower as fuzzy green seedlings are whisked here and there in the blustery March breeze, I sneeze!!
Remnants of last night’s thunderstorm cruse across the pale blue canvas of the afternoon sky as pine cones fluttering in the breeze make me sneeze, I sneeze, I I I I sneeze!!
Even the old crape Myrtle, pronounced deceased years ago, is budding and basking in the evening glow, her babies preparing to become leaves, and I sneeze sneeze sneeze , I sneeze, I sneeze
As you can see
Pollen damn near
Got the best of me
But let me catch
my breath
and finish my soliloquy
Old Magnolia, washed in Nature’s seasonal offering, regain their forest green state, after a brief bloom, branches swaying with ease and I sneeze sneeze sneeze I sneeze I I sneeze I sneeze
Wew!! Hi Choo!!
at a patio table
sat a pangolin and penguin
pondering
and there they pursued
under a parasol
perusing
diving with questions
delving for answers
they had a universe
in front of them
unpicked
undone
suited and solved
by the pangolin and penguin
I felt unwelcome in our home,
a crowded place where I was alone.
So, I went out into the cold,
wandering out to take a look,
and settling on a stony crook
in the pathway of a brook
where clear water rolled.
Shafts of light shown through the trees
which gentled rustled in the breeze,
and it struck me kind of funny -
from tree to tree there grew a vine,
and on it, an ant trail formed a line,
no longer alone, I felt fine.
It was winter cold, but sunny.
sat a caterpillar
crossed legged
crosses like a line of kisses
on a stool in beetle’s kitchen
sat a cat upon a pillow
purring snore
against the door
bathed in sunlight fidgeting
beetle cooks a finely crop
stolen then by cheeky frog
they berate and cry at him
aghast at greed’s a’happening
Flowers on lovely morning
Fresh from every sight
Field full of lavenders adoring
Flank side of daisies makes eyes excite
Flying kites eyebrows raised playful children
Funny feeling engrain every face therein
Fair standing dandelions beauty glisten
Faint of smile shining from within.
no, the instrument
not the president
jews harp, jaw harp
plucked from thy heart
by the shaman heals
meditation steals
its rhythms
across realms
eventualities
and through centuries
tricked by its old name lure
tricked by its sound, nature
jewes trump for a king
heck why not, a politician