Funny Love Rhyme Poems | Examples
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Hope I'm the only one you call Beb
Every time you go to Bed
Keep it low-key with them Blues
Or listen to my lyrical Bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you Bae
You pretty thick with some big Booty
I love everything 'bout your Body
Go put on your Bikini
Lemme take you out to the Beach
Bang you hard from the Bay
With no sweeting in its coastal Breeze
surviving_pawn
Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in the same bed
Until the end of time, until eternity
We must behave and act maturely
We must discuss everything thoroughly
We must smile and be nice to each other
We must live in peace and in harmony
And our love and passion must last forever.
Copyright © January,2019 Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I said, "Since I got my brand-new dentures today,
can we maybe try some new adventures today?"
She said, "I think I have to wait a bit ~
That new smile! I just can't get used to it.
So, let's do the same old adventures tonight, okay ~
after we pray?"
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Love is like a pulling feeling in our heart, it can make us feel weak,
Weak to the knees, making us want it endlessly.
Love can also wound us, leaving us bleeding in our heart and mind.
Making our heart and mind and body feeling sick.
Sick because our love is lost, and we feel like a piece of us is lost.
Loss of love can make us unhappy, but remember we are the one who controls our destiny.
We can always start again and open our heart and mind, this may lead us to a new love.
Love is the very thing in this life that will make us sore in this life and beyond this life.
For I recall God, and his love for us when he created this life and us.
May we always follow love, and have a humble loving heart and mind.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always, walking through this life to home.
Dancing dots that you can't see
Dance messages of love from me
And when I finish I hit send
Then when they reach you on your end
You'll know that I just thought of you
Even though I always do
A moment taken to be still
And write my thoughts of you at will
If every thought got off my chest
These dancing dots would never rest
So maybe it's really for the best
When you can't see each dot expressed
Hotty to notty—
That’s a bad thing, bro.
Hotty to naughty—
Now that’s a good way to go.
Hotty to notty,
Hotty to naughty.
Hotty to notty—
Their looks go bad.
Hotty to naughty—
That won’t make you sad.
Hotty to notty,
Hotty to naughty.
Hotty to notty—
You leave that face.
Hotty to naughty—
You can't leave that place.
Hotty to notty,
Hotty to naughty.
Hotty to notty—
Things get tough.
Hotty to naughty—
Her love’s enough.
Hotty to notty,
Hotty to naughty.
Give me the good girl
Gone all wrong,
Only for her man—
And that ain’t wrong.
Hotty to naughty,
My girl—
She’s a
Naughty hotty.
My girl—
She’s a
Naughty hotty.
I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.
You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.
Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.
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Love women for all they do.
Do not kick them around like a used pair of shoes.
Do not discard them when you are done with them, send them on a path of growth and goodness.
Give them love and support and help them grow.
Treat women with love and respect, and give them all your love and support they need.
Love and protect and give them respect.
Women have given birth to nations.
They are your partners for life.
Yes, sometimes we get tricked or deceived, but in our hearts, we truly care, I believe.
Send love around the world by showing love to women.
Lift prayers for all of our amazing women around the world.
Under eighteen
hot tears spilling
nowhere near serene
at the end of your rope
cannot cope
need fulfilling
please don't mope
there's always hope
here's the dope
find someone thrilling
you can soft-soap
who is willing
and won't say 'Nope'
to a clandestine marriage
on the slippery slope
of the blacksmith's anvil
hire the carriage
you prefer
defer the billing
and elope
If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a restaurant
you would dine for free
and if I had a row boat
I would float you down the stream
but as I have none of these
all I can do is dream
Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep end of the pond
true love was his goal,
and by the dawn help to spawn
a few more tadpole souls.
Hopped on to a water lily
where he espied
a fine-looking froggy filly,
and in her mouth a red, red rose,
but wait, something's amiss,
one quick kiss and he froze...
just when he had it in the bag,
oh what a shame, ain't it silly,
our frogly friend hit a snag —
for the she was a he dressed in drag.
'twas at the country fair I spied her
outstanding in her field
(in many more ways than one)
beyond compare second to none
eyelashes long and lovely skin of velvety down
I insist who could resist those eyes so big so brown
(limpid pools?) 'twould make a fool of (almost) any man
but I'm her biggest fan and I won't lie I can't deny
a complexion creamy a gaze quite dreamy
took my breath away that day
and in her hair a ribbon a ribbon of bonny blue
lost my heart (and then my mind) what's a boy to do
'twere love instantly 'At first sight' one might even say
(could she be the one for me?)
I couldn't let her get away and so I took her home
it was a first for me but please don't think the worst
(there'll be no matrimony)
I've sailed the seven seas to the four corners of the earth
been to hell (without a handbasket) and for what it's worth
been around the whole wide world
but waiting there at the country fair
where ruminating I found my one and only
my Jersey Belle, my Jersey girl
Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me wrong,
I'm no King Kong,
it's plain to see,
so, don't make a monkey out of me."
Silverback took his gorilla by the hand,
looking for the promised land,
a jungle bungle at very best,
made him roar and beat his chest,
"What can I say,
she's no 'Fay Wray,'
here on the ground
I'm an ape, I don't monkey around."
Love has no rhythm or rhyme.
It strikes anytime.
It is like lightning coming from the sky.
It hits a person straight out of line.
It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph.
It can come from someone close by.
It can be someone we would never pick.
It knows no age or time.
It only makes our heart beat quick.
It can make us have great excitement and give us a feeling of utopia.
Our love can give us many feelings that only true love can.
We can feel a lot from our love, and this is a perfect type of love.
If you find love like this, hold it near and dear for life.