humor

Her Hair is Red & Staticky
If Harold can have a purple crayon, So can I! My imagination is big! *** And I’m a wonderful artist. The scribbles you see,
By KA Stefana 8 months ago in Poets
The Paper that Folds and then Unfolds
The monster fold a... a paper "toad" a gulp a croak a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a brum a brum a brum a brum a brum deep deep deep down in sleep it appears is its sole... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
Aging Is The Pits Sometimes
I don't want to die and yet, why? Big sigh! I'm having too much fun Living on the run Sitting in the sun Practicing with my gun
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Poets
Bad Mood
Outside, the sun is shining, Inside, it is raining, The kids are always complaining, And my man won't stop mansplaining!
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Poets
teaching in 2026
students bickering, contested words that "have no meaning": six - seven.
By kp8 months ago in Poets
Getting Old Sucks
Muscles ache, the old joints hurt, The memory starts to fade. More things start to fall apart With every new decade. Eyes grow dim, and now you limp.
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
When Kama Knocked
When Kama Knocked I got the kiss, the punch, and the bruises, Your love was a blade wrapped in a promise, I wore the purple proof beneath my silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
To Sail On The Seven Seas (With Cats)
This is a poem for my Muse to hopefully make her laugh, I love hearing her laugh. Was trying to graft The Owl and The Pussycat, The Iliad, and Jason and The Argonauts in an act of poetic madness so chose a vague Limerick form.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Writing part 2
I though just clicked into my head as I finish part 1 of writing, I quickly race to the computer keyboard before I lose the though of writing part 2.
By Terri Rosall8 months ago in Poets
Writing
You never know when you get the writing bug, It may be in the middle of the night when it strikes. You hope that you think of it in the morning light,
By Terri Rosall8 months ago in Poets
Plane as the Knows on Yore Faze
This poem uses homophones. It is meant to be humorous. My first attempt to publish was rejected because it was considered "a language other than English!" I'm hoping this English disclaimer will fool the system. Enjoy!
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
No, actually, I don't like sports
I see the look on your face; it says it all. But I don’t like a game with a bat and a ball. I don’t care who’s scored the most runs,
By D-Donohoe8 months ago in Poets