Funny Sweet Poems | Examples
These Funny Sweet poems are examples of Sweet poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Sweet Funny poems written by international poets.
I fell up to the sky,
And landed on a cloud,
And though my voice was silent
My words were very loud,
And, as an elephant
Could be spied on by a flea,
I could view all the world,
But the world could not see me,
And to be quite frank with you,
That’s how I wished for it to be!
Passionate:
Fiery passion burns,
Within her free spirit borne;
Lovely flaming heart.
Pity the fool locking gaze,
Cinder left - her path ablaze.
Beautiful:
Striking beauty she,
Always lovely with to be;
Her frolicking soul.
Laughter follows ev'ry move,
Dancing - eating all her food.
Wise:
Old wisdom resides,
A lady young with blue eyes;
Discerning what's true.
Not so gentle insight to,
Those in need of tough love - truth.
So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life
Grandma Teresina Cavicchio,
best pizza fritta maker
in all of Marianna, PA.
Probably the whole world!
Her fried pizza dough, dusted
with powdered sugar,
bellissima!
Lightly browned outside,
creamy in the inside,
it was the stuff
of mouth-watering dreams.
My three sisters and I
lined up in Nonna’s kitchen, chanted,
“Pizza Fritta, good to eat-a,
give me some, it is a treat-a!”
Her apron white with snowy sugar,
her ample arms coated in flour,
she never failed to please us.
Though I’ll never have Nonna’s
pizza fritta again,
I picture St. Peter and the angels,
powdered sugar moustaches,
greasy lips and beatific smiles,
gathering round Nonna.
"Pizza fritta, good to eat-a,
give us some, a heavenly treat-a."
Your love is a cake
Chocolate with whipped icing
Gluttonous-I am
Rendering rainbows over candy kisses
Above the marvels of a mindless moon
Meandering with fairies and flower wishes
Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune
Nimble poets prance scribing wistful words
Courting playful paramours to canoodle and swoon
Entranced in witless wooing, amorously absurd
We put things in the fridge,
To keep them very cold,
But some things in our fridge,
Are getting very old.
Like dear Uncle Ted,
By the loaf of bread,
He’s been there,
Since he last went to bed.
And cousin Ebenezer,
In the freezer,
He’s sadly missed,
The jolly old geezer.
And of Aunty Ann,
There’s hardly a trace,
A roasting pan’s,
A right resting place.
And if you think,
Sally was nice,
Have another serving,
Of this fine meat slice.
And as for the cat,
Don’t worry about that,
Just try on,
This funny furry hat.
The playful nature of love
need not be always a scheduled
match, something to be said for the
spontaneity of butterfly kisses,
fluttering lips and tip-toeing
fingertips, as a child approaches
a cookie-jar at midnight, the
cat-like hurtle of stool and
counter, a cupboard with bells
and whistles, the Cookie Master
having had fond insight, a shared
sweet-tooth of a game….
Out in dah night, 'POOF', into a slumber
in er garden she whispered sometin' to me
dah, I dream't a lovely gal, I'd met one summer,
a sum time ago, under er ol'e peach tree
er Hill-billy mom wer' watchin' from afar,
spyin' on er rockin' chair, sure spotin' us
suddenly, LETS ELOPE, use tha ol'e car
wait, we'll take leave, this night by bus,
Then I 'eard er say, no need fer any fussin',
In 'er whisper, an right then, out of that blue,
a top of her lungs er mom started a hollerin',
stright at us both, she whaled, I see you two,
I just known' it, when ya'll did sneak that kiss,
let it be true- a young'n, I want er to be a boy
'WHAT'- on green acres is she hollerin' O' miss
Fer I'd been with yer only I think once in De'troy
"O' ne're before, have I loved so true"
she whispered- do sleep, she went on to say...
I want to spend my life wit' someone like you
POOF, rubbin' my eyes, in da night, 'ere I lay
Da! dreamin'- "It's a boy, I'd pray he be"
Since, before I bed, I pray, should I miss her
set'n in my garden, under my ol'e peach tree
reck'n per'haps somday-I'd hear'er sweet whisper.
NOTE: She wispered "honey your dreamin' out loud again"
Guess you and I can finally meet
After sending me tweet after tweet
I am in love with yellow
Cover me in fun jell-o
My wonderful ripe banana treat
Dear little pussy cat sleeping all so snug
perhaps she maybe dreaming of a birdie or a bug,
Though as soon as I be resting you betcha she'll be woke
running like a sprinter, and this is not a joke!
Sweet pretty putty cat snoozing moonlight gleam
Now snoring very loudly and Oh it's quite extreme,
What if she's not feeling well? Maybe it's a cold
Suddenly she's piping down and phew she's good as gold.
Dear little pussy cat calms me with her poise
bringing me much joy within, when there is no noise,
Sometimes she does silly things coaxing me to giggle
sweet pretty putty cat Haha she done a wiggle !!
Yummy
My dish
Yummy tasty
Need more
One more
One more
One more
So sweet
Yummy
One more !
I woke up to the sunrise
The sunrise was your face
Imagine waking to that every day
A thought I do embrace
At first I thought it was a dream
I've had those kinds before
But when it didn't fade away
I knew it was for sure
My smile hasn't left me
I'm sitting on my chair
And looking out across the lake
In blissful trance I stare
Reality's a funny thing
I know that you're not here
But in my thoughts indeed you are
Your essence always near
So here and there throughout the day
At the picture I will look
Until it lives within the folds
Of your chapter in my memory book
Once there was this candy, 'Bit-o-Honey'
It didn't cost a whole lot of money'
No chocolate in it
Taste of honey when bit
Jack-o-Lantern smiled ~ then acted funny