Comedy Poems

Comedy poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of comedy poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on comedy are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Comedy Of Errors

Comedy Of Errors long poem

Some people are social while Some are reserved A social person mingles with ease While a reserved one distances feeling unease A social person impress others very fast while A reserved person cant even impress himself A social person easily

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Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Cats

Cats short poem

There’s a problem in my neighborhood cats coming by pounding on my door usually in the middle of the night “give us some milk! give us some cat chow!” I call the police but the cats are gone when the

Poems containing references to : Comedy

My Dad, My Soul

My Dad, My Soul long poem

It seems like he is punished Everyday when he returns from work His face drained, reflecting the fatigue of the whole day. He hardly has time to smile But I know he wants to smile When he leaves in the

An Old School Poem

An Old School Poem short poem

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

The Crow

The Crow short poem

Nature’s undertaker and cleaner of bones. Making a meal of your vocation, You gather your tokens from The Reaper’s table, Peck by peck, a dissection by rip saw. Meat, by any other name, could taste no sweeter, And yet so

If I die Young

If I die Young short poem

If I die young, don’t cry, be happy Think what I’d wish you’d be and go out and be A short life I always had in mind My time was enough to see The world filled with love The world

Life

Life short poem

Life is enjoyable, life is regrettable Our days are numbered Few days yet are to be judged. The soul wants pleasure The body wants leisure The spirit is aware of the measure That limits time which is forgettable. Life is

Wild Feelings

Wild Feelings prose poem

Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why

Blue Divinity

Blue Divinity short poem

In situ, a pod holds a promise, in the wake of a terrorist bomb. Peace, said a weeping well – my bucket is empty again. Because of a spin in the rainbow sky was becoming dark. The hand on the

Life…

Life... short poem

Without doubt, I often ask what life is all about, And if I so may say, It seems much like a theatre play. With humor, a comedy, Without… a tragedy. Hypocrisy we get for free, Sincerity, costly for both you

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Which Way Did She Go

Which Way Did She Go short poem

where have I gone to where did I go? has anyone seen me does anyone know? I was here for a while and then disappeared I knew it would happen it’s just as I feared when I don’t pay attention

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Old Friends

Old Friends long poem

You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you

What Is Happening?

What Is Happening? short poem

The tears have fallen; The Blood has shed. I might be hearing voices. I think I’m in a nightmare. My mind is spinning in a thousand directions; What is happening? I’m feeling out of control; This seems out of my

Investigating A Runaway

Investigating A Runaway short poem

Walking in, the bedroom smelled earthy and human a fog of earwax hovering over the thin, crumpled pillow gray-green unwashed sheets. there were no posters taped to the dark paneling that ate the light and hung like poisoned chocolate. there

Carnal Indecency

Carnal Indecency sonnet poems

If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and

Chemotherapy

Chemotherapy short poem

People never looked beneath the veil Thus, they never know what exactly that means Rumors say chemo cracks one’s nails Then one will vomit all day His face tinted a sickly green They imagine monstrous machines billowing black smoke Churning

Natural Born Winner

Natural Born Winner short poem

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh, or feeling a sharp pain within your chest. Words can cut, words can destroy, thats how words are felt when you are a boy. When I became an adult my

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells

The Mesmerising Waterfall

The Mesmerising Waterfall short poem

Behold the scenic grandeur This amazing waterfall creates Rushing down from heavenly heights Like a stream of milky nectar . Emerging from secret springs Hidden in the heart of hills It brings abounding succor To the landscape year after year

Song Of The Last Siren

Song Of The Last Siren short poem

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. I scramble for sparks, my hands

Reality

Reality short poem

REALITY Fear not the Truth Truth may put you down Truth may ruin you Truth may make you the most hated But you feel relieved for not hiding the Bomb called Truth within you which may explode any time to

Gold-tipped

Gold tipped short poem

At that time I was thinking something else when you gave me a half-kiss, my winter naked moon. A souvenir left by sun for the sake of night. I remembered pink roses unpetaling green thighs- for quest of shelter in

The Return Of A Lost Lover

The Return Of A Lost Lover short poem

Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating

Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful short poem

I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led

Kinsman

Kinsman short poem

He’s wearing his zippered sweatshirt backwards, his blanket looks like carpet padding and if he didn’t have legs it wouldn’t surprise or if he suddenly melted and flowed into the gap between bus and sidewalk leaving behind the whisper he

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall over the temple grounds A full moon expressionless without a sound Grudgingly grants its pale luminance Obviously tired of its nightly performance A starry canopy of quietness and tranquility Punctuated by harmonious chanting of such gentility Silhouettes of monks

Through Binocular Eyes

Through Binocular Eyes short poem

How tall and stout were those who wore big armors? I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors. In self hypnotism I look through future. find machines are giants, people- pygmies, products outnumber their creators, most inhabitants follow train of

Earth Is Fertile

Earth Is Fertile short poem

Awaken like the swelling sun, My exotic lust takes a slow run Awaken like the genesis of day, My sweet love sings this midday A new sound is heard like the call of a bird, My will sobs at the

Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

If Only…

If Only... short poem

I love her hair, And that skin, so fair… I am enamoured by Her Voice, And those divine eyes…. I am consumed by Her smile, And that inimitable style… I am smitten with Her walk, And the way she talks…

A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Seashore

Seashore short poem

Zephyrs fan you in the seashore Soothing like an amor’s breath Seagulls in the golden sky soar The waters hush, trees tremble Serene waves cleanse your toes Glittering like diamonds chipped The wind howls and then slows Clouds blush when

Why?

Why? short poem

It was early spring, I wondered what it would bring. A celestial then came outta the blue, Left me with no clue, Trappin’ me in a succulent trance, Like the flushing meadows of France. Her smile made the moon look

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory)

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory) short poem

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

Life

Life short poem

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

The Joy Of Christmas

The Joy Of Christmas short poem

Oh what a pleasant day to behold: A glorious evening in December, a day we are sure to remember the nostalgic happy days of old. Oh what beautiful moments unfold: The gladdened carol voices raised, Santa’s delights, candle lights of