Funny Poems - Mirror Wall

Hela Ra

2023-07-19T07:30:00.002+01:00

In a time long past, a figure did arise,

With mind aflame and visions in his eyes.

HelaRa, a name etched in history's scroll,

A genius of old, whose story we now extol.

From humble beginnings, his journey did start,

Curiosity ignited, a flame within his heart.

A seeker of knowledge, he delved into the unknown,

Unveiling secrets of the universe, all on his own.

Unbound by limitations, his mind took flight,

A visionary mind, shining brilliantly bright.

Inventions so wondrous, they defied all belief,

With mercury and sunlight, his aircraft took to the skies,

Controlled by his mind, a marvel to behold with our eyes.

Pyramids stood tall, a collaborative endeavor,

Did HelaRa play a part? A question we forever endeavor.

Cosmic connections, hints of beings from afar,

Guiding his path, like a distant guiding star.

Encounters with wisdom, ancient and profound,

A bridge between realms, his spirit unbound.

Trials and tribulations, he faced with grace,

Love and companionship, adorned his life's space.

In the tapestry of his existence, a life story unveiled,

A legacy of brilliance, that time has forever hailed.

Oh, HelaRa, a beacon of inspiration so bright,

Your name etched in the annals of time's resplendent light.

May your genius and spirit forever endure,

A testament to the heights that the human mind can procure.

In the realms of dreams and innovation's embrace,

We honor your legacy, your extraordinary grace.

HelaRa, a name forever sung in poetic refrain,

A visionary, a legend, in our hearts shall remain.

ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER TEAR

2022-01-13T11:40:00.004+01:00

ANOTHER TEAR TO SHOW THE FEARS,

ANOTHER YEAR HAS COME AND GONE.

ANOTHER BLOOD STAIN ON THE WALL.

ANOTHER VOICE, ANOTHER FACE

WILL TAKE HIS PLACE.

SOUND OF WAR OUTSIDE THE DOOR

KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN,

THE BOMB WILL FALL.

THE HOMELESS EAGLE FLIES ALONE,

HE LOOKS FOR PREY

, BUT DOESNT SCORE.

MY FATHER’S CALLING TO GET BACK HOME.

I CANNOT GO ‘TILL MY TIME COMES.

THE HOLE GETS BIGGER ALL THE TIME,

IT WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL,

LIKE IT TOOK MINE.

UPON THE CROSS I LAID TO REST

I FELT THE NAILS, GO THROUGH MY VEINS.

THE CLOUDS WERE GREY, ONCE THEY WERE WHITE

WHERE THE TRUTH IS, IT’S HARD TO FIND.

ANOTHER YEAR HAS COME AND GONE.

ANOTHER TEAR TO SHOW THE FEARS.

ANOTHER BLOOD STAIN ON THE WALL

ANOTHER VOICE. ANOTHER FACE

WILL TAKE HIS PLACE.

ALL THE LOVE

2022-01-13T11:35:00.000+01:00

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH CRITICISM,

HE LEARNS TO CONDEMN.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH RIDICULE,

HE LEARNS TO BE SHY.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH HOSTILITY,

HE LEARNS TO FIGHT.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH SHAME,

HE LEARNS TO FEEL GUILTY.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH TOLERANCE,

HE LEARNS TO BE PATIENT.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH ENCOURAGEMENT,

HE LEARNS CONFIDENCE.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH PRAISE,

HE LEARNS TO APPRECIATE.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH FAIRNESS,

HE LEARNS JUSTICE.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH SECURITY,

HE LEARNS TO HAVE FAITH.

IF A CHILD LIVES WITH APPROVAL,

HE LEARNS TO LIKE HIMSELF.

AND IF A CHILD LIVES WITH ACCEPTANCE,

AND FRIENDSHIP, HE LEARNS TO FIND

LOVE IN THE WORLD.

by Anthony Correa

Of the Beach at Fontana

2013-12-21T03:44:00.001+00:00

Of the Beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,

The crazy pierstakes groan;

A senile sea numbers each single

Slimesilvered stone.

From warring wind comes bolder

Grey seas unwrapping warm

Touch from his trembling fineboned shoulder

And boyish arm.

Around us fear, preventing

The fear of darkness about

And in my heart, the steep unending

Ache they shout!

Name and country:

Amor ligero / Superficial love

2013-12-21T03:30:00.003+00:00

Hombre de carne y ternura, el fuego de mi vida
Me enredas mi pelo con tu lengua de amor y palabras
falsas

Man of flesh and of tenderness,
the fire of my life. You tangle my hair
with your tongue of love and false words

Te quiero y suspiro con dolor,
de no poder tocarte y besarte.

I love you and I breathe this pain in
of not being able to touch you, to kiss you

De no poder acariciárte, de arrecostar
mis senos llenos de leche sobre tu pecho
desnudo, bajo un cielo silencioso
que nos mira romper huesos y labios.

Of not being able to caress you,
to lay my breasts filled with milk, upon
your naked chest; under a silent sky
that watches us; as together, we crush
our bones and lips over one another.

Mi sueño, mi querido ligero; te pederia prestarme
una noche de tus encantos, para amarte en rodillas.
Tu hombre dentro mi boca, tus dedos dentro mi vientre.
Tu mente dentro la mia. Para hacer el amor como
dos espiritus endiabliados. Para conocer de nuestras
penas, y nuestras lágrimas sin hablar una palabra.

My dream, my superficial love;
I would ask you to loan me one night
of your enchantment, so that I may love
you on my knees. Your manhood to rest
in my mouth. Your fingers to rest in my womb.
Your mind penetrating my own. To make love
as two bewitched spirits; so that we may know of
our mutual pain, of the tears we’ve shed
without words.

Para amarte para siempre.
Con mis palabras que si no mienten.

Le balcon

2013-10-27T05:04:00.000+00:00

Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! Ô toi, tous mes devoirs
Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses !

Les soirs illuminés par l’ardeur du charbon,
Et les soirs au balcon, voilés de vapeurs roses,
Que ton sein m’était doux! que ton coeur m’était bon !
Nous avons dit souvent d’imperissable choses
Les soirs illuminés par l’ardeur du charbon.

Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées !
Que l’espace est profond ! que le coeur est puissant !
En me penchant vers toi, reine des adorées,
Je croyais respirer le parfum de ton sang.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!

La nuit s’épaississait ainsi qu’une cloison,
Et mes yeux dans le noir devinaient tes prunelles,
Et je buvais ton souffle, ô douceur! ô poison !
Et tes pieds s’endormaient dans mes mains fraternelles.
La nuit s’épaississait ainsi qu’un cloison.

Je sais l’art d’évoquer les minutes heureuses !
Et revis mon passé blotti dans tes genoux.
Car à quoi bon chercher tes beautés langoureuses
Ailleurs qu’en ton cher corps et qu’en ton coeur si doux ?
Je sais l’art d’évoquer les minutes heureuses !

Ces serments! ces parfums! ces baisers infinis,
Renaîtront-ils d’un gouffre interdit à nos sondes
Comme montent au ciel les soleils rajeunis
Après s’être lavés au fond des mers profondes ?
Ô serments! ô parfums! ô baisers infinis!

Charles Baudelaire

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

2013-10-27T05:01:00.000+00:00

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure.

Les mains dans les mains restons face-à-face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure.

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure.

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure.

Guillaume Apollinaire -

French Poem

A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

2013-10-27T04:24:00.001+00:00

Yes, they are alive and can have those colors,
But I, in my soul, am alive too.
I feel I must sing and dance, to tell
Of this in a way, that knowing you may be drawn to me.

And I sing amid despair and isolation
Of the chance to know you, to sing of me
Which are you. You see,
You hold me up to the light in a way

I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps
Because you always tell me I am you,
And right. The great spruces loom.
I am yours to die with, to desire.

I cannot ever think of me, I desire you
For a room in which the chairs ever

JOHN ASHBERY 1963

The Death of Lesbia’s Sparrow

2013-10-27T03:44:00.003+00:00

Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids
and such of you as love beauty:
my girl’s sparrow is dead,
sparrow, the girl’s delight,
whom she loved more than her eyes.
For he was sweet as honey, and knew her
as well as the girl her own mother,
he never moved from her lap,
but, hopping about here and there,
chirped to his mistress alone.
Now he goes down the shadowy road
from which they say no one returns.
Now let evil be yours, evil shadows of Orcus,
that devour everything of beauty:
you’ve stolen lovely sparrow from me.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
Now, by your efforts, my girl’s eyes
are swollen and red with weeping.

Let's you and me live it up

2013-10-27T03:40:00.000+00:00

Let's you and me live it up, my Lesbia,
and make some love, and let old cranks
go cheap talk their fool heads off.
Maybe suns can set and come back up again,
but once the brief light goes out on us
the night's one long sleep forever.
First give me a kiss, a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, and then a thousand more,
then another hundred, and another thousand,
and keep kissing and kissing me so many times
we get all mixed up and can't count anymore,
that way nobody can give us the evil eye
trying to figure how many kisses we've got.
Catullus (ca. 84-53 B.C.) Roman Poetry

Hark! Hark! The Lark

2013-10-27T03:29:00.001+00:00

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!
William Shakespeare

O MISTRESS mine

2013-10-27T03:22:00.000+00:00

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! your true love 's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What 's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty!
Youth 's a stuff will not endure.
William Shakespeare

what eyes hath Love put in my head

2013-10-27T03:20:00.000+00:00

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,

What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

William Shakespeare

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever you see I swallow

2013-10-26T12:57:00.001+01:00

Poem:

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

My Name and country:

Sylvia Plath – Mirror

I walk on the winter beach

2013-10-26T12:43:00.000+01:00

I walk on the winter beach
from here to there
and beyond where the beach ends
past indifferent sea gulls
over beached kelps
over bleached sea shells
to the sound of crushing waves
to the call of ebbing memories
I walk on the winter beach
I shall go
I must go
alone
beyond where the beach ends

Suchoon Mo

2013-10-26T12:41:00.001+01:00

In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you

In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy

You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy

You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
Sylvia Chidi - UK

I always wonder what to say

2013-10-26T08:12:00.005+01:00

I always wonder what to say
To cheer you up for the rest of the day
I hate it when you seem so sad
It really makes me wish I had
Some sort of special super power
To take me to the top of your ..........

By Danni

writing a funny poem

2013-10-20T18:01:00.000+01:00

Here is a great idea to get started writing a funny poem.