Funny Night Poems | Examples
These Funny Night poems are examples of Night poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Night Funny poems written by international poets.
I arose later, in the middle of the night kind
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night: "was it the coffee?"
I stared at the ceiling, eye on a speck,
Half-asleep wondering: "A bug? What the heck?"
I got out of bed, now obviously mad.
It landed right on me, invading my space,
Making me jump as I swatted my face,
Chasing the critter—then memory flashed—
I arose later in the middle of the night kind,
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night, I realized-
"No bug spray." My reason why.
pic show
no show?
she's late
first date
lame gaffe
big laugh
airborne
popcorn
There was a lady named Lark
she was afraid of the dark
she switched on a light
and much to her fright
she licked the face of a shark!
By Poet "Read Away and Let Your Imagination Soar."
Candle's warm bright glow,
helps me to read my songbook,
Enjoying word flow,
fairies dance across my book.
Giving me a funny look.
Tell me all you think about,
and all you ever knew.
Tell me things that caused you to doubt
not what I meant to you.
I'll listen to each private thought, keep it to myself.
share only in cherished memories..
repair all shortcomings,
to your bedside shelf.
It's very important to me,
I need you now to know..
only the best will I share of you,
with all th' others when you go.
One evening, the stars seemed so bright.
A child thought she’d see them all night.
Along came full moon,
And then pretty soon,
It drowned out most stars with its light.
I'm searching for an electric kettle.
But all I can find to plug in
In my overnight cottage lodgings
Is a bedside lamp.
And while its 40 watts emits a ration of heat.
It would never in a month of dreary Sundays.
Boil water to make a Cappucciono
Think I'll just settle for a Stella instead.
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
Seeing the beauty of the morning sunrise,
then seeing the colorful sunset at the end of my day.
Making someone laugh when I go shopping,
seeing their face go from dull to lighting up.
Nothing is better than a new puppy,
all soft and furry with a kiss from a tiny tongue.
A child's face in wonder,
giving them a double ice cream cone.
Some writers here,
with their funny wit and humor.
"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time my funny friend,
I cannot see you or feel you.
Yet time you are always with me,
from morning until night.
The clocks tick off,
the many minutes and hours.
The calendar takes off the 365 days,
52 weeks and the 12 months.
Time where do you live,
out in space or in the clocks?
My friend you like to hide and play with me,
and with each new day you are right on time.
Time you are my best friend when I am happy or,
my enemy when I am hurt or sad.
This rink ranks right up there.
My power skates, slice each ring,
the scent of ice assails my nose.
Funny in the absence of air, I breathe.
It must be a dream. I don’t care.
The wind of Saturn blows through my hair.
No wind, you say, but I will believe
what this dream gifts to me. Can’t believe
I’ve made it this far. It’s not Mars -
tired of the heat and the bars.
Brightly lit, I see a disco ball in the mist.
I am young again. Giddy boys showing off.
I’m twirling like a pro until I fall
softly onto my fairytale bed,
the one twenty mattresses tall.
I woke up a bit bruised. Saturn
on Saturday night, had no idea,
a princess performed on her rings.
This rink ranks right up there.
Santa is ready for the big night,
Rudolph's red nose is really bright.
Santa's bag is toy filled,
that elf is unskilled.
The ground is covered in snow of white.
Elf's are funny and cute but very small,
always asking Santa to make them tall.
He said eat lots of fish,
as you make this tall wish.
Santa gave them all a new red ball.
The Elf's wanted to have some fun,
they jumped on Rudolph now run, run.
Santa wanted to kill,
all took a nasty spill.
Their crazy night of fun was done.
Twas the night before Christmas late dinner.
Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner.
Wondering which turkey will be a winner.
Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner.
Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming,
Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming.
Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing
Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming.
Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming
Fully stressed out, he saw his evident shortcoming.
In thought, no turkey round rhythmic drumming
His weapon. In an awkward look, little unbecoming.
Turkeys out of sight, outsmarted in the battlefield.
A series of loud banter yelps filled the field.
Turkey heads yield, poking out the brush, concealed.
Glaze ham dressed like turkey for dinner revealed.
It's funny, the random things that remind you
of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be.
Like two little birds alighting on a wire,
as you emerge from the underground
just at dusk on a Thursday:
two weightless silhouettes,
suspended in the pre-star sky.
I wonder what journeys they've seen;
if they are recounting the day's adventures,
or merely resting in companionable silence
as the sun takes its final bow.
hanging slipping falling dream
smashing waking hearing scream
wonder i dont snore
down here on the floor
guest beds like a balance beam.