Limerick Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#limerick
From Case Files Dark as Night
To start off with, po’et Paul Ruddy,
Who wrote all his dark po’ems bloody:
Took a penknife in hand
And went straight for the gland—
A curious writer to study.
The next in my files, name of Bobby,
He murdered his prose as a hobby:
Slit each plot in the neck,
Ev’ry one hit the deck,
Never knew where he hid the body.
I’ll skip to the writer Saul Biddy,
Was born and had died in the city:
Homicide he would write,
Lots of killing in spite
Was...
Who wrote all his dark po’ems bloody:
Took a penknife in hand
And went straight for the gland—
A curious writer to study.
The next in my files, name of Bobby,
He murdered his prose as a hobby:
Slit each plot in the neck,
Ev’ry one hit the deck,
Never knew where he hid the body.
I’ll skip to the writer Saul Biddy,
Was born and had died in the city:
Homicide he would write,
Lots of killing in spite
Was...
#dark
#murder
#limerick #LifeAsAWriter
#limerick #LifeAsAWriter
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The Lady of Frant
The Lady of Frant:
there once was a lady from Frant
who would, if she could, but she can't
she didn't think straight
whether early, or late
so now eats banana porridge....
there once was a lady from Frant
who would, if she could, but she can't
she didn't think straight
whether early, or late
so now eats banana porridge....
#limerick
#funny
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would-be writer
Would-be writer
I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
#limerick
#acrostic
#FreeVerse
#prose
#quatrain
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Limericks: No Foul
I wake up early just to seize the day
I take my friends along to show the way
On mountaintops we’ll shout
To spread the word about
A new exciting rhyme that’s here to stay!
It’s lim’ricks safe & sane, happy & clean
G-rated “good” for pets & sans obscene
They’re all the rage this year
And fortified, I hear
It’s all clear from the Towers to the Queen.
The Lifers and the Lobbyists all pray,
Reciting lines of humor will hold sway;
To send their message clear ...
I take my friends along to show the way
On mountaintops we’ll shout
To spread the word about
A new exciting rhyme that’s here to stay!
It’s lim’ricks safe & sane, happy & clean
G-rated “good” for pets & sans obscene
They’re all the rage this year
And fortified, I hear
It’s all clear from the Towers to the Queen.
The Lifers and the Lobbyists all pray,
Reciting lines of humor will hold sway;
To send their message clear ...
#politics
#limerick
#satirical #motivational
#satirical #motivational
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One Night
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#love
#limerick
#lover
#insomnia
#NaPoWriMo2019
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the mist
The mist
The haze hangs over Cascais bay today
obscuring the ugly hotel designed by a self-regarding architect,
they gave him a diploma
so he could go on planning more horrors.
I see the church spire; it looks like a rude finger
pointing up to heaven, inside the priest is smug
thinks after long service, he will automatically
enter the heavenly palace.
The fog is dissolving, the sun is breaking through
sunlight in windows.
And down below a myriad of human ants worried
in zig-zag thinking of tomorrow
The haze hangs over Cascais bay today
obscuring the ugly hotel designed by a self-regarding architect,
they gave him a diploma
so he could go on planning more horrors.
I see the church spire; it looks like a rude finger
pointing up to heaven, inside the priest is smug
thinks after long service, he will automatically
enter the heavenly palace.
The fog is dissolving, the sun is breaking through
sunlight in windows.
And down below a myriad of human ants worried
in zig-zag thinking of tomorrow
#limerick
#acrostic
#FreeVerse
#prose
#quatrain
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Happy? New Year
Father Time isn’t passing me by
Without first getting punched in the eye!
I’m too mean to grow old
And I won’t be controlled
By some kook dressed in white with a scythe!
I don’t like Baby New Year much better
That cute little beggar is clever!
Don’t trust his good cheer
It won’t last the whole year
But the hangover seems like forever!
Without first getting punched in the eye!
I’m too mean to grow old
And I won’t be controlled
By some kook dressed in white with a scythe!
I don’t like Baby New Year much better
That cute little beggar is clever!
Don’t trust his good cheer
It won’t last the whole year
But the hangover seems like forever!
#limerick
#aging
#NewYear
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Heat
Her songs come and make love to me
each note stroked so enticingly
they twist and they twirl
engulfing her pearl
I reside deep in Calliope
Entwined we are starved by the night
two souls that are holding on tight
'low passionate skies
entranced by her eyes
I make her my lunar delight
Tongue tips and teeth that desire
true love that's burning on fire
stare down our sure death
both gasping for breath
this heat can't get much higher
each note stroked so enticingly
they twist and they twirl
engulfing her pearl
I reside deep in Calliope
Entwined we are starved by the night
two souls that are holding on tight
'low passionate skies
entranced by her eyes
I make her my lunar delight
Tongue tips and teeth that desire
true love that's burning on fire
stare down our sure death
both gasping for breath
this heat can't get much higher
#love
#lust
#limerick
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Do I Have A Bone To Pict With You ?
I Was Five Lines From A Limerick ,
Counting In Just Irish Arithmetic ,
And In Pictish Bardic Badass
Not To Give Any Faery Sass
That Is Blue Boy Eccentric Geometric !
Counting In Just Irish Arithmetic ,
And In Pictish Bardic Badass
Not To Give Any Faery Sass
That Is Blue Boy Eccentric Geometric !
#rhyming
#limerick
#satirical
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Frank & Hank
There once was a robber named Frank,
Who chose to steal from a blood bank,
He made good money,
And bought a bunny,
And gave that bunny the name Hank.
Who chose to steal from a blood bank,
He made good money,
And bought a bunny,
And gave that bunny the name Hank.
#animals
#limerick
#funny
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Lindsey
Lindsey loved being a vet,
But she always seemed to forget,
That it’s dogs that bark,
Not the great white shark,
And that hamsters don’t eat baguettes.
But she always seemed to forget,
That it’s dogs that bark,
Not the great white shark,
And that hamsters don’t eat baguettes.
#animals
#limerick
#funny
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Sarah
Sarah loved to play in the woods,
And bring the animals baked goods,
She was always stressed,
But loved them no less,
And saw them whenever she could.
And bring the animals baked goods,
She was always stressed,
But loved them no less,
And saw them whenever she could.
#animals
#nature
#limerick
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