When we think of Love poems, mostly soulful thought and serious expressions capture our minds. Of course, love sonnets of Shakespeare and Edmund Spenser or long love poems of Robert Browning and P B Shelley are the greatest ones, but one can not deny the need of funny love poems in our life. These poems are good for a healthy laugh, as they carry a satirical tone. These poems may not be romantic, but these enjoyable love poems certainly represent one face of love.
Suited Pair by Angela Rose
Do you remember our very first date?
The movie we saw and all the popcorn we ate?
At the end of the evening I puckered my lips.
I was expecting a kiss like in the movie scripts.
But you were too shy to kiss me that night.
Instead you hugged me beneath the porch light.
I thought that was bad, and didn’t expect your call,
the next day when you asked me to go to the mall.
My Love Is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719 by Jonathan Swift
Stella this day is thirty-four,
(We shan't dispute a year or more:)
However, Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy size and years are doubled,
Since first I saw thee at sixteen,
The brightest virgin on the green;
So little is thy form declin'd;
Made up so largely in thy mind.
Oh, would it please the gods to split
Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit;
No age could furnish out a pair
Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair;
With half the lustre of your eyes,
With half your wit, your years, and size.
And then, before it grew too late,
How should I beg of gentle Fate,
(That either nymph might have her swain,)
To split my worship too in twain
A funny poem by Emily Dickinson
"Funny -to be a Century
And see the People going by
I should die of the Oddity
But then I'm not so staid as He
He keeps His Secrets safely very
Were He to tell extremely sorry
This Bashful Globe of Ours would be
So dainty of Publicity"