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Poem Details | by Kieran Pavlick |
Categories: death, me, giggle,

Tag You Are It

When I die, will you wail and cry?
Or grin and do the dance of the Beagle?
Will you touch my skin to feel cold setting in,
As my blood is congealing.
Will you raise my lids to view pupils wide
verifying my organs stopped working?
Now on the phone, will you pretend to sad moan,
While holding in a giggle and wriggle?
As I float to my deserving place,
My spirit cannot inform you, my Beloved’s face.
You will follow me as if we’re tethered.
By infection I was claimed, no visuals to say, 
that you shouldn’t have touched me at all.

Poem Details | by Alex Brown |
Categories: funny, life, loss

Elegy For My Social Life

You'll be missed,
You will always be remembered.

All those good times
I had because of you.

I regret this loss
More than any.

Goodbye, social life.
You'll be missed.


Poem Details | by Rocky Swartzfager |
Categories: funny, loss, nostalgia,

Toonami I Miss You So

Once, something we took for granted
Now gone, forever to be mourned.
My source of awesome anime has been transplanted.
Cartoon Network, you face an enemy scorned!

-----Note-----
Though it's been so long I still miss it. RIP Tom.

Poem Details | by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories: adventure, anti bullying, bereavement, conflict, freedom, hilarious, satire,

Polished Dust

Polished Dust

Ha- haa our community has reared a bull
As it moves from the kraal it charges
Against a tree, a rock, and anything
When the moon peeps it charges at it	

When the sun rises it sneezes at it 
When cloud swims above it raises dust
Wanting to jump and touch the sky
Giggling like a ghost when darkness knocks

You meet such bulls in grazing lands
Day in, day out busy charging at all
Sometimes with tongues poked out, 
Releasing hot dung in water they drink
 
Generations in and out the game continues
With futile action of polished dust
This land of humans with rationalism aside
Is rich in polished dust more than all

Poem Details | by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: farewell, for him, humor,

Elegy For a Garden Gnome

There once was a gnome named Jerome
Who made a herb garden his home.
One day as he frolicked,
He slipped and fell on some garlic
And was instantly killed when a clove cleft his dome.

The sad news of Jerome spread as far north as Nome,
And there was weeping and wailing from gnomes 'cross the foam.
When I learned what transpired,
Re the way he expired,
It inspired me to proffer this "po'm" for Jerome:

Here lies our dear comrade Jerome
'neath his garden's herbivorous loam.
If he'd played "farmer in the dill",
He'd be up here with us still
'stead of filling a 3 x 6 hole, his new home.

Entered in Jay Narain's Humorous Poems Contest
July 5, 2023
!2th Place


Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: art, crazy, funny, philosophy, suicide,

Philosopher's Elegy

Prof. Twittie died from an
experiment; like and unlike Socrates, he intentionally
took hemlock, to see how the afterlife looks like

He intended to return
to the physical world after his
observations, which he didn't

For a century now, no one following
Prof. Twittie’s school of thought
has yet dared to take poison,
in order to return with Prof. Twittie
back to the physical world,
and finally conclude their findings
in pen and print

Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: education, family, children, funny, history, introspection, lost love, me,

She Loved One

She could feel it in her bones.

Chills promising her she would

would never be alone.

I cried the night he left, he

just went away leaving me with

a scar of sweet memories. I held

him dear to me he was the only one

who I had led to my heart and opened

the door. 

He didn't deserve it, oh no he didn't

But he was the one she loved and as the

tears dropped she turned to stone.

Poem Details | by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: cat, humor,

Elegy For Mister Boots

Poor Mister Boots is lying dead,
A porcelain feline near his head.
He climbed the shelf to better see
What that peculiar thing could be.
He slipped, they fell,
And that was that,
'twas thus a curio killed the cat.

Poem Details | by Michael G. Weston |
Categories: death, eulogy, funeral, funny, grave, humor, moving on,

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern,
For time will surely tell,
I write to my loved ones
To say that I am well.

I scarcely can recall
A time more I content,
Than here amongst my friends
With time more wisely spent.

The rooming here is quaint,
In truth, a little cramped.
Likewise, harsh April rains
Make all my walls feel damped.

The silence, although grave,
Does make for better sleep.
Yet, every passing day
More neighbors moan and weep.

I hope to see you soon,
Perhaps within the year.
For winters cold and stiff
Are awfully lonely here.

Until we meet again,
I wish you all the best.
For my death after all
Is quite the restless test.

Poem Details | by L Milton Hankins |
Categories: humor,

Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox

Here lies Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox Slipped and fell in a patch of phlox Hit her head on a stone There she lay silent prone We put her remains in a new frocked box
Written June 2, 2022

Poem Details | by Benyeakeh Miapeh |
Categories: death, death of a friend, deep, heartbroken, hilarious, horror, sad,

Weeping Messenger

Face crack
Hands keep stave
And image turn horror
 Now separated from earth
Weeping around
Far away you are carried
By the ungrateful
And deceitful death
No breath, no voice nor feeling
In the lake of tears I watch the scene
Hope your soul be in the right hand
And your memory book keeps my name 
Though you left me in this ungrateful and painful world,
          But
          Please
         Tell
         The
          Lord
          About
         The
         Struggles
         On
         Earth.
It is no longer the earth he created
And tell Jesus we await his return
Because earth is turning into hell.

I call my weeping messenger.

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: animal, bird, cat, humor, humorous, silly,

Tater Tat

Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!

Poem Details | by L Milton Hankins |
Categories: humor,

Miriam Snyder

Here lies Miss Miriam Alicia Lee Snyder A well-known neighborhood insider She fell into a large vat of apple cider Not covered by her life insurance rider.
Written June 3, 2022