Funny Poems - Blog Posts

Gently I tuck another idea to rest in the mausoleum - an archived document, dead.

Melodramatic, I loudly intone that I had the best intentions to finish the work, and yet…

Damnit, it happened again.

My gaze is contagious

foreign and lethal.

My stare—engulfing,

Swallowing your eyes whole.

Tenacious, leaping bounds,

Setting your eyes ablaze.

It won’t stop until your eyes burn red,

Until they’re flooded I say.

For my stare—a plague.

You won’t be the only victim.

And my sight—infectious…

You’d too be guilty.

(So ask what it is…)

Pink eye—conjunctivitis.

A random conversation about having conjunctivitis led me to this💀

What is love?

Shut the fuck up

You silly poet

I do not need to yearn for love

Love is nothing

Instead I lie with my lover

I fart

He tells me its okay

Then he farts

Life is at peace

Life is perfect