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Says it all
when's the train leave?
It's Friday night! lol.
First of in regards to the gun statement Im just joking. What Im trying to say is that Im sick of being alone
Infact he was not a bad guy..he was just sexy, he've read my thoughts...I think that's why he smiled..
Tired and Just messing around lol
Written 6-16-07 I wrote over 100 poems while serving a 90 day sentence to keep myself occupied.
Lie back, relax, do not fight me no, do not scream or even cry it will be over soon you will see now open wide, no, no much wider Trembling, she did as she was told feeling him close leaning over her aching from being forced to open so wide
No need for sad poems A millionaire is not going to give me money To brighten up my life And make all my days be sunny The rich have jets and yachts They don't want sad poems that might spoil their day Smart people got what they got And dumb
For the not so sensitive souls....lol....funny what one remembers from school......Andrew...xxx
Standard 12-bar blues with chorus. Written during a period of heavy wine drinking... obviously
The adventure continues
What boredom can do to one!!!
dedicated to a gently wise Englishman
Just a bit of fun on a Sunday evening
reminiscing
A place to start
pelican pie anyone?
There's hope ladies, there really are some 'knights' still out there !!
Just for fun
Last one for today - maybe one or two more tomorrow - never mind, I'll run out soon :oP
Laugh first laugh last as long as we can laugh there is nothing wrong with a good laugh I laugh to I begin to cry I laugh because I'm full of joy that same laughter might make me past gas have to be easy when I laugh don't want to past gas but
not a lot to say i do
This is a true story told to me by the friend of a second cousin who heard it from Great Aunt Bertha who was told by a poor immigrant who was told by a wandering gypsy who heard it from...........
There was a discussion on a band page about how entertainers are tired of being asked to sing Freebird while they are setting up. So I wrote... "Freebird is very popular and it brings back a lot of good memories for some people. I suggest that bands modify the song to make it fun for you. The most popular part is the outro ending. So if your band has a sax or 2 play it with the sax. If you have a very ambitious drummer, play it with the drums. Play just the last verse and ending. Be creative and change the words." After posting that to the website, my friend dared me to rewrite Freebird to express the sentiment. So, I did.
Always like that That's what they say about him But why do they get so mad Oh were they always like that Just what has he done Has he hurt anyone Why do they make fun Or were they always like that Some people are the jury Some people ar
I was laid on my mattress thumbing through a World Atlas Telling my son of all the places I’d been and all the things I had seen I told him of my time in the Himalaya and how there I had met a dragon slayer How he had taught me, all that he knew a
An imaginative story about some hillfolks
yes i;m bored. and a little down tryen to lighten myself up.
No car at the moment, so I've been getting around on foot and by hitchhiking. This rural area makes no provisions for pedestrians. :D
like they say..."vote early...vote often!"
YUM!......lol.....Andrew......xxx
I came upon a tiny troll while dancing in a dream, with her hands filled with crayons she painted each new scene. The sky was pink, the sun quite purple the flowers crimson red, vermilion streams and crystalline dreams danced around her he
Mrs Magoo went to the cinema For the price of a shilling She thrilled to see: Cads Bullet-Proof-Monks And an exocet - shot up her own derriere! 'This is great what's next' she exclaimed Until I came along to rip out her poodle 'There's
Two St Bernards in a bar
Tis time said the poet To speak of things That's best left unsaid So he spoke on and on Of these and other things If you were not there Tis awfully bad luck Cause I won't repeat them here
I can almost taste you As I bring you close to my mouth The scent I smell is intoxicating Your ice cold but I feel your warmth I glide my fingers on your moistened bod Remembering your distinct taste The last time you touched my tongue Oh th
About my Birthday...
Goofy take on what it's like to see someone for the first time... Don't lie guys you do it too.
A little fun with the sprinkler...
A poem for children and adults...ancient stories about mystery.
In stone sleeps the cat dreaming of Oriental days and nights of fish
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