Funny Poems About Poetry Novels & Stories

Nang matapos siya sa pagrerecite, agad itong nababahalang nagtanong kay Penny ng, “May kahulugan naman ang poem na ginawa ko, magandang Penny, hindi ba? May pagasa kaya ito na maging champion ngayong taon?” Sa mga sinabi nito, hindi na naiwasang pang madura ni Jewel ang candy sa kaniyang bibig bago nakangiting sabihin na “Haha! Nakuha ng poem na ginawa ng lalaking ito ang interes ko. Nagawa niya ring magpatawa! Haha!” Sa mga sandali ring ito tumawa nang malakas ang mga tao sa paligid. “Haha! Mamamatay na ata ako kakatawa. Ang pangit ng ginawa niyang poem, Haha!”

"What is this piece of sheet all about? He saw sadness and disappointment in that woman's eyes when she took that crumpled paper and flattened it on the table. So, he decided to pick the paper and glance at whatever Sh*t is written in there. Sir, This maybe simple, this maybe common, but this nutritious soup will ignite your bone, A single bite can make you right, and a double sip for sleeping good. T^ SD “IT’S A POEM?Hhow dis she ...? Jeon gasped in disbelieving. How could he trample on a piece art just now. A work of art? It is as precious as the author. Now he understands why that woman was devastated after seeing him crumple this. “OH GOD, IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE WOULD HAVE READ RIGHT AWAY”

sagot ko sa kanya. “I’m Gavril, I already introduce myself to you earlier.” Sagot niya. Napailing-iling naman ako at natawa sa sinabi niya. “That’s actually a poem by Emily Dickinson. That poem means that it is actually nice to be nobody than to be somebody. People think that being alone means loneliness but being alone means that you just have more time for yourself and it is better to be that way.” Sagot ko. Napangisi naman niya sa sinabi ko.

“Ninety-nine lang ang nand’yan.” His chuckles were music to my ears. “Nasaan ‘yong pang-isang daan? Hindi mo ako masasagot kapag wala ‘yon.” “Dahil special ka, may pasobra pa akong spoken poetry.” We both chuckled at that. “Let me hear it.” “Ayoko sa isa, dalawa, tatlo Mga isang daang tula siguro Ang babagay para kay Alekhine Alonzo…” He smiled amusedly when he heard his name.

Dion's POV "...You have a lot to say with your eyes. I'm particularly taken with your frowning expression. Unique and stunning that you stand out from the crowd." I read aloud the final stanza of my fourth poem. I've been writing since this morning, and my mind and hands seem to be working nonstop to create poetry. To be honest, I'm very productive right now. It's amusing how many ideas pop into my head. "Hep, hep, hep! And who's that lucky person you dedicate that poem to, huh?" Dad's sudden appearance behind me surprised me.