Funny Valentine's Day Poems: Love, Life, and Mistresses
Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. That is, if I have someone to celebrate with. If not, then it can be pretty dreadful.
When I'm not with someone during this great holiday, I have to do whatever I can to not feel sad. Yeah, sure, friends and family can help, but usually they have their own thing to do.
Instead, I turn to laughter. Some funny quotes on Valentine's Day are excellent, but I also enjoy reading poetry.
Below are a few of my favorite funny poems for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy them as much as me.
Martyrdom By John Keats I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you.
may i feel said he By E. E. Cummings may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you are Mine said she)
Sonnet 130 By William Shakespeare MY mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go,- My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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