Short Funny Rhyming Poems & Love Poems

Here we've collected our favorite short, funny, rhyming poems, as well as some love poems. Some of them are funnier than others. The poetry of Ogden Nash and Langston Hughes is especially worth checking out in further detail. Also check out our funny birthday rhymes for short, funny birthday rhymes.

Funny Poems

Wake  
By Langston Hughes    

Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red --
Cause there ain't no sense
In my bein' dead.

Bad Morning
By Langston Hughes    

Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

Celery
By Ogden Nash  

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

The Cow
By Ogden Nash  

The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.

Consolation
By Ambrose Bierce

Little’s the good to sit and grieve
Because the serpent tempted Eve.
Better to wipe your eyes and take
A club and go out and kill a snake.

But if you prefer, as I suspect,
To philosophize, why, then, reflect:
If the cunning rascal upon the limb
Hadn't tempted her she'd have tempted him.

Fire and Ice
By Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 

Short Rhyming Love Poems

My Dream
By Ogden Nash 

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

My Little One
By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,

I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man

and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.

Serious Short Poems

Dreams
By Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Hope is the thing...
By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

And like a dying lady…
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass.