Funny Poetry Poems

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I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde,
said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride."
Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe...

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Escaping this bubble
An impossible dream 
Like counting every drop of water
That swims through the sea

All hope is lost here
All sense of time
I drown in my...

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My mouth loves ice, it's all so nice, 
I'd hunt it down at any price. 
I'd suck it until my gums go numb, 
Chew on...

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The question is,
should I listen to my imagination?
Sometimes it can go very wild,
I look for a lion ready to eat me alive.
There are times it...

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river ghost shivers gaze vicious wicked

We rowed around the river bend;
the moon peeped under a black cloud.
An eerie feeling it did lend-
beheld a ghost with...

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I want to write a poem but I have no way of knowing
If it’s coming or it’s going; how it starts or how it ends
Should...

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There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven...

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My bars the words, the prison guard my verse,
Rattling the staves of this poetic cell,
I struggle vainly, locked up in this jail. 
Yea, thus is...

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Hey men walk in your masculinity
That salt and pepper beard is enchanting 
So is your head bald or not
It’s what’s inside it that makes you...

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O, idle love that flows where meters clash,
Where sense and vigor do not well align;
For thou the bowl of sense do rudely smash,
For I, the...

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A sonnet and limerick once met
Romantically in tete-a-tete.
The sonnet had grace,
The limerick, no trace:
Make match of your muses, the net.
...

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3/4/25
"Time 2"
Don't be full of it with such a selfish side
It'll be one hell of a ride
I can't tell you where heaven lies
Too many fell...

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Mangoes, golden and full, their scent~
a whispered promise of mischief.
My mother’s eyes, wide as warning bells.

"Where did you get these?"
Her voice, a blade slicing the...

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has he got 
the balls 
to juggle? 

doesn’t he 
have 
balloons? 

only a knife 
and a photo 
of his mother

not meeting 
their gaze
only walking by,
fixed...

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