60 Love Puns That Are Amore Than You Can Handle
Love puns are the backbone of every Valentine’s card that’s ever made someone groan and smile at the same time.
Color is the one topic where puns basically write themselves, and yet somehow I still managed to spend three hours on this. Some of these are genuinely clever. Some of them are crimes against language. I’m including all of them because I have no editorial standards and that’s what makes this blog great.
Are you red-y for this? Because I’ve been saving these up for months and my notes app is begging me to delete them.
“I just finished that mystery novel about the painter.”
“Oh yeah? How was it?”
“I red all about it.”
I’m feeling blue. Not emotionally, I just spilled ink on myself. Okay, also emotionally.
My dog has never once judged my puns. True blue, that one.
He blew his interview, now he’s blue. The HR department was not impressed when he showed up in head-to-toe denim, either.
Orange you glad to see me?
(I know. I KNOW. But you can’t do a color pun list without it. It’s legally required.)
What’s the orange-in of that story? Okay this one’s a stretch and I’m not proud. Moving on.
This one’s genuinely one of my favorites. A purple reign, it works as a Prince reference, it works as a monarchy joke, it works as a weather pun if you squint hard enough. Triple threat. I think about this pun more than is healthy for an adult person.
Why did the artist refuse to use purple paint? He said it was purple-lexing to mix.
That one barely works. I’m keeping it anyway.
Tickled pink.
That’s it. That’s the pun. Sometimes the idiom IS the pun and we just never stopped to appreciate it.
I pink I can, I pink I can, me, every time I try to parallel park while my passenger judges me in silence.
Every family’s got a black sheep. Ours is my uncle who insists on bringing his accordion to Thanksgiving. Every. Year.
People keep saying it’s a black and white issue but honestly there’s a massive gray area and I don’t trust anyone who pretends otherwise.
Sidebar: is it “gray” or “grey”? I switch between them constantly and I’ve decided that’s a personality trait, not a flaw.
Told a white lie yesterday. Said I loved my friend’s new chartreuse accent wall. I don’t even know what chartreuse is. Nobody does. It’s one of those colors that exists purely to make people feel insecure at paint stores.
It’s all white. Don’t worry about it.
It’s a gray-t day for puns. Charles Dickens would’ve hated that and I consider that a compliment.
Don’t brown-beat me into picking a favorite color. I’m a chromatic free spirit.
A golden opportunity only knocks once, but a silver lining shows up every time something goes wrong. Honestly silver’s more reliable. Gold is overrated. This is a hill I’ll dye on.
Speaking of which, don’t dye trying.
Perfect Instagram caption for when you’re at the hair salon, btw. You’re welcome.
What’s your favorite hue-man? I asked this at a party once and someone actually answered “Keanu Reeves” which, fair.
I told the interior designer I wanted something bold. She said, “How about vermillion?” I said, “I don’t even know her.” She didn’t laugh. Nobody ever laughs at the good ones. The brilliant puns die alone and unrewarded while “orange you glad” gets standing ovations. This is the injustice of our time.
I’m dyed to meet you.
That’s a tint-eresting point. Ngl, I use this one in real conversations and people either love me or block my number. No middle ground.
Don’t throw shade, unless you’re an artist mixing colors, in which case throw all the shade you want. Burnt umber. Raw sienna. Go wild.
Also: why is it “burnt” umber? What happened to regular umber? Who burned it? There’s a story there and nobody’s telling it.
He’s got a broad palette of skills. Mostly painting. But also painting.
You brighten my day ✨
(Send this to someone you love. Or someone you mildly tolerate. Either way it works.)
Lighten up!, me, to every photo editing app, always.
Why did the crayon go to therapy? It was feeling off-color.
Don’t keep me in the dark. Unless we’re doing a surprise party. Then yeah, keep me in the dark, I love those.
My coworker used Comic Sans on the quarterly report and I started seeing red. The red was the squiggly underlines from spell check because she also can’t spell “revenue.” Three R’s in one sentence and she missed all of them.
He’s a colorful character. And by that I mean he showed up to the wedding in a tie-dye suit.
Don’t be yellow-bellied. Face your fears. Unless your fear is wasps. Wasps are yellow-bellied AND terrifying and you should absolutely run.
Just vibes. Just pure, soft, unbothered vibes. This is an energy, not a pun. Actually it’s both. Put it on a tote bag.
I asked the paint store employee for help and he gave me the most pigment-ed response I’ve ever heard.
…okay that one’s garbage. Absolute garbage. I’m sorry.
Why do crayons never win arguments? They always color outside the lines of logic.
Did you know there’s a color called “eigengrau”? It’s the dark gray you see when you close your eyes. So technically, you could say every nap is an eigen-gray area. This pun only works if you’ve taken a German class or fallen down a Wikipedia hole at 2 AM, and I respect that barrier to entry. Not every pun needs to be accessible. Some puns are for the nerds and the nerds alone.
“How’s the new apartment?”
“It’s magenta-ficent.”
“Please leave.”
Life’s not always rosy, but at least roses are.
That sunset was mauve-elous.
My friend’s an artist who only paints in earth tones. I told him his work was groundbreaking. He said I was being too sienna-cal. We haven’t spoken since, but creatively? We’re both thriving.
I’m having a cerulean-ly good time. (This is a reach. I don’t care. Cerulean deserves more pun representation.)
Is beige even a color or is it just what happens when a color gives up? And taupe, taupe is beige’s cousin who went to art school and came back pretentious. Neither of them are pulling their weight in the color wheel and I think it’s time we had that conversation.
What did the color wheel say to the new shade? Hue are you?
You’re one in a vermillion.
Text that to someone right now. I dare you. Perfect standalone message, zero context needed.
The red paint and the blue paint got into a fight. Things got violent.
You know how in the Renaissance, ultramarine blue was more expensive than gold because it was made from crushed lapis lazuli? So technically, if a Renaissance painter was feeling blue, they were also feeling rich. Or broke. Depending on whether they were buying it or wearing it. Anyway, ultramarine: for when you want your sadness to be luxurious.
I tried to come up with an indigo pun but I just couldn’t indigo deep enough.
My favorite color is chrome. People say that’s not a real color. I say they lack chrome-passion.
Yep. That’s a stretch. That might be the worst one on this list and there’s been some real competition.
Why was the artist always calm? She knew how to compose herself. And her color palette. Mostly the color palette tbh.
Mantis shrimp can see sixteen types of color receptors where humans only have three. So in a way, every mantis shrimp is a color pun we can’t even comprehend. They’re living in a world of wordplay we’ll never access. I find that humbling and also kinda annoying.
“I’m running out of color puns.”
“That’s okay, you’ve still got a few shades of meaning left.”
“Was that a pun?”
“Depends on your spectrum of humor.”
What do you call a color that’s always late? Periwinkle. Because it peri-winkles in at the last second.
That doesn’t even make sense. I wrote it at midnight and I’m leaving it in as a monument to poor decisions.
Stay golden, everybody. Or at least stay beige. Beige is realistic. Beige is honest. We could all be a little more beige.
Actually no. Forget that. Stay golden. Beige is giving up and I said that like four puns ago.
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