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Poems about Humor
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The French piss me off / their breath stinks / like onion soup and frog spawn / their wine tastes putrid, / all they do is spit it out /
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I should have had something better for my feet
than my dollar store flip flops.
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My shadow / will never leave me / everytime im feeling down and uneasy / i look to my shadow / knowing that its always thier for me / / / My shadow / is my nightlight / my stuffed animal / my acholic drink / my cigarette / i dont
by mayaC.
95 words, 1 comment,
on Jan 3 6:45 PM. In Angst, Contemporary, Free verse, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Pain, Weird
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We can clap hands / whistle / dance / sing / laugh / kiss / smile / tell jokes / about baboons / have a fluffy pillow play fight / We can
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On Sundays Joker man doesn’t do shit because on Sundays the people of The City are too holy to have fun. No fun on Sundays. Therefore, in the search of entertainment, he makes pancakes with a circumference of 16.5 centimeter and throws them out of the liv
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The congregation pretended to listen / as the holy virgin man spoke sternly / about good and bad / right and wrong / A nine year old /
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This long dead Russian author / wrote thousands of poems / They were translated in fifteen languages, / he was published all over the worl
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Goody Ten Shoes did not believe in God / Goody Nine Shoes loved having lots of money / Goody Eight Shoes idolised herself / Goody Seven Sho
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Actually not dark at all kinda cool... lol
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Emo was a / pitiful / saddo / schitzo / depresso / so he commited / suicido / with a razor / bladeo / / At the / funeralo / his / m
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After spending / Significant time / Calculating odds, whilst / Playing poker.... / / I have determined / That..... / / It is not / Your chances / Of winning / That you need to know. / / You must realize / Your probability
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More people should / deliberately try to die / because when you survive / you become more aware / of who you are / and why you`re here /
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The more poetry I read / The more convinced I become / That I am the worlds worst writer / To prove my point all you have to do / is read the following lines / / The grey dog / was madly in hate / with a funny bone / because it would
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Twas the week before Christmas and all through the day.
All the parents were frantically running each way.
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"I used to be a plastic bottle" / says the Whole Foods / grocery bag, / smugly smirking at the world / in general. / It's recycled; I'm not. / Does that make it better than me?
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In Environmental Science today / the oven disapeared and / with it, / our grassland soil samples. / / During the first break, / the teache
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My master will come home soon / As assured as the light of a full moon / That’s why for most of the day, I’m sitting by the doo
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/ >strangers look at you like the know you, strangers you look at for fun, some you wish there werent strangers at all, some are good some are evil, something that you will never know, becouse strangers, they ar
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM 2008. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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Booger picks boogers / and...flicks 'em! / His friend Boogie / catches boogers / and eats 'em. / Now Booger is sad; / he thought they / wer
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Family Project Three. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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