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Poem Details | by
Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
confusion, funny,
There are things I don't understand
And would really like to know
Such as why they call it rush hour
And you move so freakin' slow
How come you get a learner's permit
To get a license to drive a car
But they don't give one for a marriage license
Now I think that's going too far
Why do they put deer crossing signs up
Do you believe there is really any need
In all my years of driving
I've never met a single deer who can read
I was reading a map in the park
And it definitely astonished me so
It had a red X that said you are here
And I was wondering how they know.
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
farewell, humor, symbolism,
He used to be three dimensional
and then he became two
I know it seems far fetched
But I’m telling you it’s true
In two dimensions
he could still depict three
If people didn’t look to closely
They’d believe what they’d see
His paper thin personality
once colourful and cool
Gradually became faded
no longer able to fool
Winds of change kept blowing
Two dimensions turned into one
Without any depth there
one was destined to be none
Not a soul remembers him
He simply faded away
A whisper from yesterday
Who had nothing real to say
Poem Details | by
Kim Merryman |
Categories:
chocolate, death, food, funny,
Sandy was a chocoholic,
The worst I've ever seen!
If she didn't eat some daily,
She'd become crazy mean!
It didn't matter what kind it was,
Ice cream, cake, pie or candy,
As long as it was chocolate,
Sandy was fine and dandy!
Then one day the unthinkable happened,
To the chocolate loving miss,
While eating her favorite candy,
She choked on a chocolate kiss!
"Death by chocolate," the coroner concluded,
As to the cause of Sandy's death.
At least she died doing what she loved,
Eating chocolate til her last breath.
11/21/11 for Natalie the Rogue Rhymer's
"Die a fun Death" contest
Poem Details | by
Trevor Mcleod |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, character, destiny, children, funny, nonsense,
Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
They themselves and them
now questioning themselves
said we were not like them
and had to be yourselves.
You yourselve's and you
now separate from myselve's
meant you could not be me
and we could be ourselves.
Poem Details | by
Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
fantasy, fun, funny, holiday, humorous, love,
I want a piece of chocolate cake
Oh and a delicious piece of cherry pie
I want a piece of that place called Fort Knox
With all those pieces I could afford a lot
I want a piece of that lady over there
In her haute couture she saunters with such flair
I want a piece of the clouds in the sky
I just want it, don't ask me why!
I want some tiny peace of mind
To have some pieces left to be kind
Then I can give you a piece of Art
A piece I promise comes straight from the heart
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, fun, giggle, inspiration, love, stars,
I want to eat Pizza
While wishing on a star
To taste the taste of happy
By being where you are
We’ll choose to be silly
Not afraid of mistakes
Skinny dip at midnight
and skip pebbles on lakes
Why not dance together
While howling at the moon
Or become little children
and watch a cartoon
A world infused with laughter
can change how we think
From this fountain of youth
We’ll both gladly drink
For nothing could be better
Than sharing it with you
Because getting into mischief
Is a blast if there are two!
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
funny
If I were a Who,
From down in Who-ville.
I’d be called Ra-who-l,
Cooking on my Who-grill.
I’d IM my friends,
On my Ya-Who.
I’d always be happy,
For Who-ville’s not blue.
I’d be full of enjoyment,
I’d be yelling who-ray.
I’d have a rende-who,
With my friends today.
For all the Who-girls,
And all the Who-boys.
Would gather around,
With all their who-toys.
I’d still write my poems,
On Poetry S-who-p.
For all of my friends,
There’d be a tribute.
And you could find me,
All over Who-tube.
I’d be a Who-poet,
If I were a Who.
__________________
Inspired by Dr. Seuss
Poem Details | by
Emma Mantle |
Categories:
funny, on writing and words
I despair at writing poetry
I'm not sure I have the skill
Just can't seem to find the words
Or bend them to my will
It's hard to sum up what I mean
And make it sound succinct
So as a poet should I stop
And quietly go extinct?
Should I lay my pen to rest
And let it gather dust?
But something seems to urge me on
To write is now a must!
So putting pen to paper
I'll scribble just for fun
And maybe one day very soon
A poet I'll become!
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
funny, mirror,
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude
Obscenities flying out without warning
Crabbing bout having to make a living
But enjoying all the many accoutrements
If it wasn't that, it'd be something else
People just love to complain and vent
A shower and shave, you're almost human
Not one person will ever suspect
That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe
Was a coworker of great respect
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Poem Details | by
Mark Peterson |
Categories:
dark, horror, humorous,
Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet
Poem Details | by
Donna Jones |
Categories:
beach, humorous,
Now I know that beach side picnics and sand
No matter how careful the planning go hand in hand
But it seems whether you sit or whether you stand
Nothing quite goes as you had planned
It doesn't really care where it goes
And I don't just mean between your toes
In your eyes and up your nose
And it doesn't smell like a bleeping rose!
In my shoes and down my shorts
I believe with demons this stuff consorts
To going naked I might resort
And I know I've swallowed at least a quart
When this picnic is over and back home I go
To the warm water of the showers flow
I'll wonder if your troubles are the same as mine
Do you have sand stuck where the sun doesn't shine?
©Donna Jones
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
funny
Have you ever woke up in a rush,
And realized you couldn’t see.
You look in your usual spots,
And think where could they be?
I always put them right here,
But where did I place them last night.
All I know is that it’s hard to find,
A pair of glasses with poor eyesight.
I have searched my entire room,
And my glasses are gone.
Now my cluttered room is a mess,
I must have slept with them on.
You throw stuff around and ransack
Possible locations in your head.
Then like nothing ever happened,
There they are right under the bed.
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
Or smelled like a dozen red roses
Beautiful music was heard when we tooted
There'd be no need for holding noses
We'd relish the thought of soiling our whites
To show off a new shade of pink
And proud to fart Ludwig's Fifth Symphony
While sitting on the throne by the sink
It can possibly be construed as a bit unusual
To be writing a poem about poop
But pink poop deserves special recognition
So let's all just let out a big whoop!
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
And smelled to high heaven of roses
We'd be so proud of our load of pink magic
There'd be no need for holding noses
© Jack Ellison 2013
Poem Details | by
Darlene Gifford |
Categories:
fish, humor,
A yellow-tailed angelfish
flashed his tail at me.
His shimmering skin was all aglow,
as he wiggled his fins and waved hello.
Poem Details | by
... Gigno |
Categories:
emotions, happiness, humor, joy, longing, senses,
What makes you laugh until you cry
Laughter that makes you feel alive
The way it touches you cannot deny
A joy you crave to feel to survive
The softness of my lips is brave
in every way. They can't deny
the smile I imprint on their minds today
A sweet addiction you can't take away
A collaboration with Poet Destroyer A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=18720
Poem Details | by
Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
funny,
Could it be only yesterday we met?
This night together seemed so very right.
So nice to wake up to a happy face,
To find you with me still at morning light.
I dare not think my lonely days are done,
It is too soon to be so optimistic.
I must be patient, wait to see what comes,
Dampen my ardor, be more realistic.
Is this but the first of our shared breakfasts?
I fear I’ll frighten you with silly talk.
You must admit that we are good together.
I grab your leash and take you for a walk.
Poem Details | by
Darlene Gifford |
Categories:
baby, humor,
Bathwater and bubbles are waiting,
but my child is nowhere near.
Yet, I can see from cookie crumbs,
he's crawled from here to there.
Oh, yes! he's been in the kitchen.
I see his crooked crumb trail,
which leads to our white kitten,
with a chocolate, sticky tail!
In every room I search
for my little chocolate mess.
Then, I find him in the my bedroom,
with his hands on my new dress!
Poem Details | by
Tim Ryerson |
Categories:
funny,
No wonder I'm snaggin'
Jumping your bar
I've hitched my broke waggin'
To the wrong star...
***In 2008, I decided to look for a place on the internet to share my poetry and PS was the first site I came across. I had just written this and had no IDEA I had just joined! It is about an experience I had that same day at work after a 'misunderstanding' with my boss. Karen O'Leary was the first to comment and welcome me and for that I will always be grateful...
Poem Details | by
Kim Merryman |
Categories:
humor, writing,
I've got no zippity in my doo-dah,
No tiger in my tank.
There's no steam in my engine,
And white pages remain blank.
My life is full of clutter,
My thoughts are all askew.
Poetic words escape me,
What am I to do?
Perhaps some peace and quiet,
Will calm my frazzled brain,
And allow sweet words of poetry
To flow like a spring rain.
So I'll turn off the computer,
And silence the TV.
I'll turn down my cell phone's ringer,
Until my words once again flow free.
I hope that this will do the trick,
I really want to write.
My creative juices may be stuck,
But I'm putting up a fight!
3/2/14
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
humorous,
Some don't think I'm funny
But that's not true at all
Others think I'm serious
Although I'm having a ball
I have a sense of humor
Even though it is my own
I sometimes laugh quite loudly
Mostly when I am alone
When I see other's antics
It's not my wish to be rude
So I listen to each word
And to their actions I am glued
I keep my thoughts to myself
Most of the laughter is inside
For my inner comedian
Is the one enjoying the ride
All my gathered material
The observations I have made
Conversations and actions
In my mind are all replayed
By reading my words with intent
You'll witness the humour within
My methods are somewhat subtle
For my content is paper thin
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
funny,
To a two humped camel
She must seem really odd
For her humps are both displaced
on the front of her strange bod
They must throw her off balance
as she walks on just two feet
They're sure to get in the way
Whenever she try's to eat
It also seems distracting
As she goes about her day
They're bouncing bouncing bouncing
In a most peculiar way
Why are those fellows drooling
As they watch her walking by
I'm sure the two humped camel
He must be wondering why
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
humorous,
You stand on "Wounded Thunder's” hallowed ground.
He boomed such boastful tales that fearless chief!
There was no brave as clever to be found
until he met the source of all his grief.
There came a one who all his tricks would tell,
and this is where he made his greatest blunder.
The minx so bold who knew him all too well
he married, . . . . and her name was "Stealing Thunder."
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
food, funny,
I just can't believe it
I'm addicted to soup
I can't put the spoon down
I continue to scoop
So many flavours
I can't get enough
It's like there's heroin
They put in this stuff
Sure I can quit
Any time I want
But wait a minute
Look at that font
A few more minutes
Perhaps an hour or two
Good thing I kept reading
I got introduced to you
Poem Details | by
Tim Ryerson |
Categories:
funny,
Don't rip your heart open too deep
(All they'll see are the valves and the veins)
Don't puke out your guts in one heap
(All they'll smell is the rotten Chow Mein)
Footnote: I decided to enter this as my worst poem because it really stinks and makes me want to throw up...
Poem Details | by
Janice Canerdy |
Categories:
humor, judgement,
I see that Bubba’s so forlorn.
He’s too depressed to talk today.
Two months in a full-body cast
can keep one’s cheerfulness at bay.
He donned his super hero suit
and took a header off the roof
(two-story!) Nothing broke his fall.
He lies now, silent and aloof.
He’d failed to read the tiny print:
“This suit can’t really make you fly.”
If he weren’t forty-five years old,
I’d feel compassion—even cry.
Date Written: January 29, 2018
Contest Title: Shoulda Read the Fine Print-2
Sponsor: John Lawless