Poems about fun



1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
{70}
>

№ 1209485

I Asked If He Was Having Fun

He said, "Eh, I'm sort of just here, wandering. "

I laughed to myself and replied.
"That's how I feel about life. "


asked,  fun.

Author: Samantha Dietz
+0-
Date: 06/04/2020


№ 1205046

Fun house Mirrors.

When I was a little girl I loved going to the fair.
Seeing the clowns
Rides
And carnies.
But my favorite thing to see at the fair is the fun house
Remember those?
Where mirrors flooded the walls bending towards you
Distorting the image you saw to one of absurd portions
Nose swelling larger
Legs shrinking
Hips inflating.
I loved seeing the shapes my body could take.
... I haven't been to a fun house in years.
And even if I went I know the mirrors would look like those that hang in my room.
Body dysmorphia is it's own fun house
One full of insecurities and self-hate.
It makes regular mirrors bend my perception of reality.
Makes my stomach bloat
Thighs inflate
Cheeks widen
Eyes shrink
My mind has turned into a trapeze act
And I don't know if i want it to stop.


fun,  house,  mirrors.

Author: Alexandra King
+0-
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204088

FUN AND SUCCESS

FUN AND SUCCESS

You can't have both, success and fun.
Where one exists; the second leaves.
To succeed, a great toil is done
And with that toil, fun never lives.

Success needs rules and hardest boss
Whereas fun can't live with that rule.
With success wasting time is loss
While wasting time fun will cajole.

The ruler who is strict and hard
Can make his country bloom with force;
But lenient rulers draw backward
And people will live grim remorse.

I don't side with one, but with facts.
I love the firm man when he works;
He bears the burden, and he acts
To bring his people peace and stocks.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
____________


fun,  success.

Author: Joseph Zenieh
+0-
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1203487

SPORTS DAY AND FUN FOR THE ALLAN'S

HE ALLAN FAMILY STORY




SEEING ME AND MY BROTHER WERE INTERESTED IN THE SPORTS WAY OF LIFE

DAD AND MUM TOOK US DOWN TO THE KIPPAX GYM TO PLAY SQUASH, I COULDN'T HIT

A SQUASH BALL, SO I PLAYED RACQUET BALL, EASIER TO BOUNCE, AND I WON MANY GAMES

AND MY IMAGINATION, WAS AFTER WE PLAYED FOOTBALL ON THE ALLAN FAMILY SPORTS STADIUM,

THE FOOTBALLERS WENT TO THE KIPPAX CLUB AFTERWARDS TO PLAY SQUASH, EVERYONE IN MY

FAMILY WAS A FOOTBALLER IN MY IMAGINATIVE FOOTBALL GROUND, PLAYING SQUASH OR RACQUET BALL

TO LOOSEN UP THEIR MUSCLES, AND MY BROTHER HAD A BIT OF A SULK, BECAUSE, A DECISION DIDN'T GO

RIGHT FOR HIM, , MEANWHILE BACK AT HOME, I LIKED THE IDEA, OF HAVING THE PRETEND YASS MAGPIES FOOTBALL CLUB

WHERE I WILL DRAW MENUS UP, LIKE CHOPS WITH GINGER AND CHIVES, RISSOLES WITH VEGETABLES AND MASHED POTATO,

THIS CAUSED A BIT OF BLUE WITH ME AND DAD, THEN MUM RANG UP AND I ANSWERED IT SAYING, YASS FOOTBALL CLUB

DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A RESEVATION AND MUM LAUGHED WITH AMAZEMENT SAYING, WHAT IF THIS WAS SOMEONE ELSE,

THEY WILL SAY, OOPS I HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER, AND THEN I WAS GETTING BORED OF TV

SO I WROTE MY OWN TV GUIDE FOR THE CHANNELL TVN/OBO, THE CHANNELL IN MY IMAGINATION, I PUT SPORTS SHOWS ON IT

AND ME AND MY BROTHER, HAD A HANDLE BALL COMPETITION, WHERE WE USED MY BROTHERS YELLOW SPONGE, AND

I OCCASIONALLY BORROWED IT, SOMETIMES WITHOUT HIM KNOWING IT.

I WAS IN THE LOUNGE ROOM TALKING MY PARENTS UNDER THE TABLE

DAD LOVED THE IDEA, OF TEASING BY GETTING THE LAST WORD IN

BUT MUM WAS DIFFERENT, SHE GAVE ME THE PEN AND PAPER AND

SAID, GO AND WRITE ANOTHER TV GUIDE, SO SHE CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WATCH

YA SEE I WAS OBSESSED WITH TV GUIDES, AND I BOUGHT THE TV WEEK TO SCHOOL

AND PAUL WANTED ALL THE COOL POSTERS, BUT, I HELPED HIM OUT, I WAS NICE

POSTERS, ARE EASY TO COME BY, AND I BROUGHT MAPS OF CANBERRA AND

SHOVED THEM UNDER MY DESK AT SCHOOL, THEN I MOVED AND MANDY SAID

GET THESE STUPID MAPS OUT FROM UNDER MY DESK, AND I WAS OBSSESSED WITH LOOKING AT MAPS

I TRIED TO DIRECT MY DAD TO THARWA, BUT DAD CRACKED A JOKE TOO THARWA, MEANING TOO FAR AWAY

WE WENT TO TIDBINBILLA A LOT, THE TRACKING STATION AND THE NATURE RESERVE

I PLAYED BINGO WITH MY GRANNY, AND I WENT TO COLES DEPARTMENT STORE WITH MY NANNY

AND I LOVED THAT ALL SO MUCH, I PLAYED BINGO WITH LYLE AND ATE AT K MART WITH LYLE

LYLE WAS MORE OF AN OLDER BROTHER THAN A MATE, BUT WE MADE A PACT, TO GO TO

ACTTAB, TO BET ON THE FOOTY, WE NEVER WON, THAT IS WHY I DON'T DO IT NOW

I FELT MY DRINKING GRANDFATHER WHO DIED WHEN I WAS 3, SPIRIT WAS ALIVE WITH THE COOL KIDS AT THE MALL

DAD TOLD ME, I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF YOUR MOB TO ME, BECAUSE, I WAS TEASING HIM

I TEASED DAD, BECAUSE, THE VIBE WAS THERE TO TEASE MY FATHER

BUT DAD WAS A GREAT HELPER, HE WORKED HARD AT THE YMCA, AND AT ALL HIS TEACHING POSITIONS

DAD LOVED PLAYING WAR GAMES, ON HIS COMPUTER

ME AND MY BROTHER PLAYED A SOCCER GAME CALLED THE BOSS

WHERE YOU PICK YOUR TEAMS, YA SEE IT TEACHES YOU HOW TO BE A PROFFESIONAL SOCCER MANAGER

AND MY BROTHER HAD ALL HIS MATES TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS, HE ENJOYED THAT A LOT

L; IKE I ENJOYED PLAYING FOOTBALL IN THE FRONT YARD AND CRICKET IN THE BACKYARD

AND THIS WAS VERY FUN FOR THE ALLAN'S


allan,  day,  fun,  sports.

Author: johnny georgy brown
+0-
Date: 01/04/2020


№ 1200581

Fun

Memories come and fade,
You were that diamond in my oceans of rocks,
Should have let you fade,
In the ample waves of time,
Instead I kept you,
Kept you right between my ribs,
Fueled a iridescent ecstasy,
Only that it wasn't true,
Charged by memory, not by your graceful presence
You said it's over,
And now I yes.
Ah but didn't we have fun?


fun.

Author: Cibin Panicker
+0-
Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1198342

Fun is

Ferociously needy a time or two amongst
The tall solemn weeping willow trees like guards
Awaiting like mums
To stifle any running
Vines from climbing
The ancient brick spires
And soiling their breeches knees
With god awful grass stains
And the toes of their
Polished cordovans so decadently
Like wanton orphans
Here we are brought up
In castles with desires
Not met by brick or mortar
Or examples,
Tell me pa,
With your grappling of the maid Helen,
In the parlor, were
Not of a mind as I, all I ask,
Sir, is to run wild one day of the month,
Not forever,
Like you, and mum,
Always stern
Like a Catholic Nun
On guard to ensure
No one ever smiles
Or has fun,
Is that our ruling obligatory
Commitment?
Fun is catch and hide and seek and roses growing a little
Wild outside their containments,
Once in the while?
Or shall I stifle my creativity
My wants, and just grab ass
The help
Every chance I get?


fun.

Author: wordvango
+0-
Date: 27/03/2020


№ 1197110

Must be fun

There's a syringe filled to the dropper with heroin

And a blackened spoon on the kitchen counter.

He was in the bathroom shooting up and left this one for later
But in a daze
Forgot to consider
That others would be home early.

I didn't care.

I've stepped on many dirty syringes before
And as a child
Poked myself by accident
A few times as well.

I don't have hepatitis luckily
But to me
It was just an annoying prickly receptacle

Full of enough intoxicant to be
Lethal to any person
Without a tolerance.

I just banged on the door.

''hey if i see this shit
Again
I'll break your arm''.

I heard faint mumble from within
And left him to get high.

He was going to leave within the next day or two any way.

Must be fun,
And millions are having fun,


Why bother them?

They know what they're doing
It's just
The lack of respect i don't appreciate.

And the fact that they get to kill themselves in plain view
While
We die
Oftentimes in slower subtler ways


fun.

Author: jonas ernust
+0-
Date: 26/03/2020

№ 1194557

Unveil sanity (adopted metaphor fun)

No curtain call for you.

You tried to
Unveil sanity
But the show flopped.

Nobody likes a bad actor.


adopted,  fun,  metaphor,  sanity,  unveil.

Author: Bruised Orange
+0-
Date: 24/03/2020

1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
{70}
>