Poems about laughter


№ 1207034


Laughter is the cheapest remedy,
It releases pain killers,
Use it,.
It creates great memories,
Do it...


Author: Tapiwa Individualist
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1200940


Laughter is hilarious
Deliriously fun
To bust a gut with laughter
Is to know this day is won!
Merriment is everything
When rolling on the floor
With a belly ache from laughing loud
And looking round for more.

A funny anecdote for breakfast
A chuckle hovers on your lips,
You smile into each others eyes
And explode in laughing fits.
The goodness felt in laughter
When you whoop and slap your knee
Is the soreness in your tummy
After laughter's roaring glee!

Frantic chuckles, clenched white knuckles,
It's getting out of hand
I cross my legs in agony,
I need to pee, you understand?
Hilariously funny
When you laugh yourself to pee
But embarrassing to run for home
Without letting someone see.

It feels good to be exhausted
To be breathless in the chest
In the aftermath of hilarity,
The infectious grin surpressed.
The boost to your endorphins
Releases all the stress
And the lovely smile remaining
Has made this happy day... THE BEST!

Mangere Bridge
2nd. March 2009


Author: Marshal Gebbie
Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1198575


I don't feel like writing today
So I won't.


Author: Ryan Bowdish
Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1189556

Laughter is release

Tension is the result of holding on to the insubstantial.
It's unnatural
It takes effort.
You ask for an effortless life,
Then laugh,
For laughter is release
Be grateful for what you don't have to keep

laughter,  release.

Author: Mic
Date: 19/03/2020

№ 1185404


I want to climb up to the highest mountain I can find with you, and scream your name until bloodsicles clot the sound, freezing right in front of me in the air, waiting for you to answer but you just stare...

I'd like to stare back at you from across the ocean
When you don't say nothing,
My eyes storm over, and yours just fall... like waterfalls... so calmly.

And we all like the doomsday, hope is gone, we are the few kinda poetry
To wring out the tears and make us feel wrong,
But ok 'cuz we're together,
It never gets better, and god makes the world better,
But drowns us in his waterfalls for our sins we'll all be drawn as wretches
In the mural of the horizon at the crack of dawn
Formed together from all the random journal sketches
That form the lines, that form the waves, that form the storm, inside my eyes, that forms the calm inside your eyes.

I want to take you to the greenest forest I can find, where the trees are alive with the most beautiful birds, and in the middle is a white beach where the sun never doesn't shine, and every grain of sand sinks you into serenity...
And I want to whisper in your ear my name, and what it means, and watch you smiling from across the beach, just like the sun.

And if I can't do that, I want you to walk with me into the middle of downtown in some shitty small town in nowhere significant and I will tell you straight up... "Look around you. Look at all this. This planet we live on. All this is part of it.

... But you're beautiful no matter where we stand. "


Author: Orion Schwalm
Date: 15/03/2020

№ 1182565

Death Of Laughter

By laughter,
And today the world is just a little less funny...

death,  laughter.

Author: Poetic T
Date: 13/03/2020

№ 1182554


We can still laugh.

With all of this we can still laugh.

When sorrow consumes you.
When thoughts destroy you.
When memories haunt you.
When mistakes find you.
When you grab your chest trying to help your lungs to breath.

You can still laugh.

After it all exhausts you.

When all that is left is forgiveness.
When all that matters is gone.
When all that left you empty makes you whole again.
When all that is felt is love.
When all you can be is kind.

When everything is said and done, you are the only one.


Author: Nora
Date: 13/03/2020

№ 1180548

Where Laughter Goes to Die

The child grew inside itself; slowly over the years a jail was formed.

Everywhere, you were held - the cardinal rule.

"Draw your mind" and I, bathed in surrender, admitted myself to Hell.

All born broken; only pseudo-images created in lenses, piecing together lives -

Wanna being.

But I will be no more,

Breaths humming a tune, shouts in mind, loving more when out the door.
Lets sit and watch air fall apart,

Listen to the faded gasp of one last smiling shriek, (three a. m. world. )

**a housefirebook prompt

die,  laughter.

Author: Kayla Denara Prentice
Date: 11/03/2020