Funny Verse Poems

     Funny how a room dies

        First it’s off to college
   ...

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They called it short gratification—
but I lost my soul in the trade.
A moment’s pleasure,
for a lifetime of emptiness,
a spark that consumed
the temple I once was.

O...

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I'm secretly 
a genius, trouble 
is, I'm the only 
one who knows 
about it. 

I'm much too 
shy to show it, 
and I'm much 
too...

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I spend most of my
days at the wishing
well, tossing in loose 
coins and spare change.

One wish for them,
one wish for me,
one wish for them,
one wish...

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All that 
remains 
of our 
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open 
another one—
let's...

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My master’s degree's a senior’s cruise - most of the other students are thirty and even forty-somethings. Good for them, for making the (75K) investment,...

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   They took my money again!
   When will it end?
   Lunch money is gone.
   Even the milk...

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I saw god near a pawnshop today: 

He had a crack pipe and 
a crooked smile. 

When he asked me for 
a quarter, I gave...

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At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the...

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To be black
Is to constantly run
Maybe that's why they stereotype
Saying we are fast 
Speaking of fast 
That's what they say when a black girl has...

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I starve myself.
When saying it out loud it sounds surreal,
But it’s the only way I can feel.
I am not worthy of food. 
It is not...

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i wonder if my sister is aware 
she’s the reason i lost my muchness
it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore
i want to be...

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So what’s your excuse for a blind date?
My boyfriend cheated on me, what’s yours?
Caught my mum in bed with my girlfriend.
Did you say anything?
No, she...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.

I...

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Being depressed is like a rug. 
Has fibers and some small fibers tear away. 
And no one notices. 
Everything is frayed, and funny. 
So I...

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