#silly poems on Hello Poetry

Evie G Mar 2022

Coffee

A conversation over a cup of coffee
(Sainsbury’s low quality)

The kettle burbles in the background
Bartering bubbles for blatant babbling

The granules flop, shake if they stop
Right from the top, into brown slop.

Stir with a spoon,
Stare into the eye of the storm:

Vanilla swirls, auburn curls,
Minding their manners, glances from girls.

Hazelnut eyes, thinking they’re wise.
Smile contradicting the, frankly, **** skies.

Pupils dilate,
Chalk dusted slate,
Tea leaves are telling me this must be fate

Dumb conversation,
Mind saying more,
Something unsaid seems to open a door

I’d rather its shut, its dangerous but
Sugar, im just an emotional ****

I’ll let you in, this time you win
‘Another coffee?’
You ask, with a grin.

#coffee #love #friends #relationships #friendship #conversations #tea #silly #funny

neth jones Mar 2022

000

drowned and round again
                                 in sick little circles
chopping at the bar
a round
                     and drown again
                                            in little sickle stumbles
                   chopping wise at the bar
                                  with your wage crunched
                                   in one mitt
           and your obscenity
gripped
           in the other

MARK

#short #alcoholism #silly

Daivik Mar 2022

Love love,hate hate

Love love
Hate hate

#love #hate #life #loving #humanity #silly

neth jones Mar 2022

busk runt

The great gaudy flage is screamin' blood in the streets
                                          loose yawn of a gob on him
                                              all bombast n' swagger
he makes a barrage of nuisance
     channels through the public
         and scatters a juggler's performance spot
                  lobs away his change hat
then, roughly over the cobbles
                                        he hoicks a resuscitation doll
         and stamps down a posing boot
                                                 on the 'defeated form'

an unprepared scoop of tourists
a pause for silence and begins a rant
a great performance
of well harassed combustion :

"i smear to god all the phalluses
      [he roars, all saliva]
i smug to god
             a full jug of uglies
tug on       [makes the hand gesture for male *******]
i **** off the forger
would slug it in the mug
                          if it ever did form a tissue oath
took a plug at some drunk straggler
called the baffled *** 'god-father'
            and spate spume on his fallen anatomy
[with one hand he indicates the mannequin at his heel]
       amen ******* !"

he bows
a long quiet
some people clap awkwardly
two police officers appear and hook him by the elbows
(it has been this show before)

#silly #public #performance #busking #street

neth jones Mar 2022

billow

let rot my mental status
to fruit the flies
billow the belly through the button
                                                      throat the needle thru the eye
sleeve the lamb back into the mutton
and make a glutton
of our air supply
guff it all out
       flatus

(14/01/22)
MARK

#short #flatulence #billow #silly #humour

Sally A Bayan Feb 2022

Subtle

❤️

Conversations are brief surprises,
sweet, like unexpected presents,
polite, yet laced with
genuine affection and
a growing fervour;
with every farewell,
strength flies with the wind,
almost...like breath, departing
         :::::::::
for, love hides...confines itself
in the ***** of the heart, it is
known, and yet, not known, but
silently exuding a sweet scent,
a subtle fragrance...more enduring
than a gentle spray of White Linen,
or, dabs of Dolce and Gabbana...its
scent lingers, the nostrils remember.
it clings deeper, dwelling on skin pores,
in every fiber of the mind...in the veins
that carry blood, to and from the heart.
            ::::::::::
it is a fragrance so reassuring,
never vanishing...more calming,
more relaxing than a glass, or two
of chilled Champagne, or sweet Moscato
           :::::::::::
it exists, even without the sun,
for, it has a light of its own,
a torch, but, with a tamed flame,
it burns subtly...even in quiet airs.

        ::::::::::
        .........
        ......
        ....





             sally b

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 14, 2022

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!

#silly #love #poem

Alan S Bailey Jan 2022

Some people kick

Some people love to show you how to kick (go in for the attack!)
I'm the one who taught my shadow on the wall...

...how to KICK BACK!

Kick *** was my mentor

LOL...so true

#funny #joke #humor #silly #short #poem

Coffee with Cream Dec 2021

The Wise Man in the Coffin

For a week a man laid stiffen,
Was alive for his funeral in his coffin,
He admired the awing voices of the local choir,
For a second forgot why it was grimier,
He disapproved the chosen reverend,
For his summons would go on on end,
He couldn’t get over the irony so strong,
So many heartbeats for a summary a page long,
For a moment he wished he was dead,
For his mother retold childhood stories, turning his face red,
His love for his wife was renewed,
For on her face she had his buttocks tattooed,
He let out a silent one when his friend spoke,
Gas so deadly he could of choke,
He was irritated by his mother-in-law,
Lying that she loved him when he was her daughter’s biggest “flaw”,
His son had his heart overwhelmed,
Saying all the words in his pronunciation realm.

With his joy overflowing,
And the guilty for the tears growing,
The wise man bursted from his hiding place,
Embracing everyone, ignoring their confused face!

You might call the wise man mad,
While we are alive we insult, we make people sad,
But when they die, we utter praises, but they can no longer be glad.

That’s some serious irony.

#silly #man #funeral #irony

neth jones Nov 2021

gyroscopic eye-soar

overcast

i pull on the day brightly
mine it at the maternal sources
        and form a radiant :
              a bloom from within fledgling elements

illuminant grenades
             and the sky is peppered with characters
it's a wild play of childness
an old world whimsy
of 'here be monsters'
            and shiny scrapbook havoc

the compass steps in
       and with the turn of the globe
                          scores the horizon
clouds and the aviators
         are combed into the soft crust
     a spiral quilting
       to cover the gift of a dream
    given by one thirsty visitor
   who stole it lightly
     from the prism
   of another travelling dreamer

God knows what'll grow
        if there's a pillow fight
a deranged rain of innovation
perhaps some fiddly creation
will fast take over this world
         and it's lover other

with the sky allied and fraudulent
we can host an early night
the stars (in strand)
prattle the ocular sense frontier
all constellations are like a single ribbon eel
never quite nourishing
             upon its own thoughtless loop

a corduroy display
overcoat

#weather #dreams #nonsense #silly #childish #globe #sky