Funny Writing Poems

Surreal sonnets found their way
into the cavern of emptiness,  
Scrolling through rusting rhymes and concrete couplets,  
All in a chaotic cadence of crème...

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The deadline’s fast approaching;
The Editor’s at the door.
He needs my poem of the day,
I have three minutes more.

I can’t log on to Rhymezone
To find the...

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Tick tick tick tick boom in an instant 
macerated flesh would be the last images 
of me I never wondered just what damages 
would occur...

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Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow 
Of the sound of shame.

Something has been written, I am...

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Please bring in the clowns

bring in the those happy fools

bring in the clowns

bring in the fun times

bring in the witty puns and clever rhymes

I don't...

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Does not matter what they say..
Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry…
Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid..
You can spot a poet.. By...

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What do you write about? I am asked at least once a week
I try to give people tips, but I am not sure what they...

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Maybe tomorrow my ink won’t be sticky
A verse will take shape as it flows
I’ll see what I’ve written and won’t be too picky
From now on...

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It’s funny to look at creatives,
painters, writers, musicians and such,
look back across their bodies of work,
and laugh at how much of it is luck,
that things...

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Wisdom beauty style and class 
ignites the white house Obama 
block party I'm in awe an yet my 
shyness overwhelmed  me I'm 
awakened by...

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If I wasn’t a writer.

I’d still be hardworking.

I’d still be funny.

I’d still be kind.

Be also…

I’d still be jealous.

I’d still be crazy.

I’d still be a mess.

But...

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We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on...

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In a Stolen Moment
by Michael R. Burch

In a stolen moment,
when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course
and sleep is the night’s dark spell,
I call it...

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My suitor calls but I let the phone ring 
For after all I am writing
It’s not his fault I have a hobby it seems

I do...

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Deep fried 
she cried 

then bloat 
and float

A house 
stained blouse

clueless 
for stress,

To bed,
airhead!

"Forgot"!
you brought 

you phoned
you're stoned,

she’s slow 
cracked crow,

clears throat 
like goat, 

Nancy
can't...

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