Limerick Poems About Children | Children Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny, husband,

An Unappreciated Housewife

He walks into the room each day at six
As around their Dad all five children mix
     He smiles at them with glee
     Meantime he sneers at me
So I get prepared to take all his licks

“What have you been doing all day?” he asks
No appreciation for all my tasks
     “Washed clothes and changed diapers
     Don’t need any gripers”
This insensitive father wears two masks

Each morning his breakfast is served on time
Later, vodka collins are served with lime
     He never shops for food
     Says my cooking’s no good
And when he bathes, the tub is filled with grime

My Mom said, “Men just work from sun to sun,
But a woman’s housework is never done” 
     I found a new game plan
     A hearty, handsome man
Together, my husband we could outrun




May 25, 2012
*Entry for David’s 3 H contest


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: animals, mystery

Plesiosaurus Lives

I’m Peter the Plesiosaurus
My clan sings like whales in a chorus
     My flippers and gills
     Can give children thrills
So open your minds, don’t ignore us



*Japanese fishermen found an alleged plesiosaurus which was thought to have 
vanished during the Jurassic period Others believe the Loch Ness monster is a 
plesiosaurus You can see a picture of them at 
http://hariscena.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/plesiosaurus_lebensbild.jpg


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: humorous,

Fun Minions

Fun minions give children a thrill. Take note of one thing, if you will. Like a Xanax, the minion, In one actor's opinion, Resembles a big yellow pill! Written Feb24, 2016 for the Minions Poetry Contest of Silent One


Poem Details | by Timothy Brumley |
Categories: family, funny, mother

A Clean Hacienda

There once was a woman named Linda

Who would keep a clean hacienda

     Till four children she bore

     And then bore she one more...

She now has a different agenda!




                            Timothy IBrumley


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: fantasy, for kids, humorous,

THE TRAINEE BOOGEYMAN

This boogeyman was scared of the dark But tried frightening kids in the park When dusk started to fall For his mummy he’d call He'd go dashing home quick as a lark Young children thought it was great fun Seeing the poor boogeyman run They’d leap out from a bush Make him fall on his tush For he didn’t scare anyone So the boogeyman joined in a class His assessments he quickly did pass He leaps from dustbin lids Now he’s scaring the kids This transition he cannot surpass Contest Boogeyman sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron 05~24~16


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: candy, children, forgiveness, halloween,

A Be-Witching Tale

smoke billowed from her boiling pot
a spell for ages she had sought
a special treat
for kids to eat
some pickled plums so teeth won't rot

but children laughed at what she made
to taste the swill they were afraid
the witch was sad
and got real mad
their taunts one day would be repaid

all hallows eve had come and went
a day the kids would soon resent
a curse was laid
the children paid
their treats turned into hard cement

they moaned and wept and some did cry
asking questions and pleading why
they were upset
with no regret
wishing that witch would surely die

now this is what I have been told
the days have passed and I am old
one girl returned
her lesson learned
and turned a heart to warm from cold


**it is never to late to say you are sorry*






Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: christmas, humorous,

An Eavesdropping On Christmas Therapy

Four characters that we know well
have problems they all want to tell
in therapy group.
To get all the scoop,
let’s eavesdrop, for all is not well!

Believing no more in himself,
sits dear Santa Claus and an elf
who is hating his work.
Santa says, “What jerk.
I should put you back up on your shelf!”

The elf, in a huff, then fires back
(for confidence HE does not lack),
“I believed in you once,
when you weren’t such a dunce.
Old geezer, go stuff your own sack!”

The anger inside the room grows
when Rudolph, who hates his red nose,
screams, “Don’t say such stuff.
StNick’s work is tough,
and MY job, dear elf, frankly BLOWS.

You elves get to go to the mall
and smile at the children and all.
No one’s calling you names
as you play reindeer games.”
The elf yells, “At least you’re not SMALL.

You think you have woes? Look at ME.
I’m called silly names constantly.
There’s a song about YOU
and your red nose debut.
Geez, a hero you’ve now come to be!!

An elf is an elf all the same.
Kids don’t even know my real name.
Reindeer get names like Cupid.
Well, your name should be STUPID.
What I would not give for YOUR fame!”

A snowman sits stoically there.
He turns to the arguing pair.
“A carrot’s MY nose!
To death I have froze,
yet I’m melting right now in this chair!”

Dec25, 2016 for Laura Loo's Silly Christmas Cartoon Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: family, funny, life,

Beers and Tears

Men measure life by the number of beers
Women measure life by the flow of tears
It is when the dad farts
His wife moans in her heart
Because her own children laugh and cheer

Edward J Ebbs - October 11, 2011
Limerick Contest 


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: history, son, god, earth,

The Gods' Family Tree

An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.

From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed up a son!

Hun spat out the God of Air, Shu,
and he spat out a cute goddess too.
Tefnut was her name.
Moisture was her fame.
She and Shu beget children - two!

Their son was named Geb; the girl, Nut.
I’m not sure how to say her name, but
I sure like to say
Goddess Sky’s name the way
that rhymes with the famous King Tut.

When he laughed, the son Geb, “God of Earth,”
made the earth shake beneath his great girth.
I think Geb is busy
in modern days, for he
quakes often, for he’s fond of mirth!

For the tale to proceed, there ensued
some more incest, and not to be crude,
Nut, the Goddess of Sky,
got it on with the guy,
King of Earth, and they had a big brood.

There came forth from their coupling,
Queen Isis and a new Earth King,
Osiris, who was
a good king because
he ruled all rebirth, a great thing!

One son, against harmony, came
to kill Osiris, and his name
was Seth; once again
like the story of Cain -
an envious brother to blame.

But Seth got his just desserts when,
having married his Mom Isis, then
he was killed by HIS son,
named Horus, who won
the throne, and so “good” ruled again.

From Seshat to Sekmet to Rah,
Gods were worshipped by ancients with awe.
You’d have worshipped them too
had you been born to do
your poems on papyrusHa ha.


Poem Details | by Vicki Acquah |
Categories: life, vanity,

Hard Heart

HARD HEART

THIS IS WHAT WE OFTEN DO
WHEN TIME IS UP OR THINGS
LOOK BLEAK- 

WE- PRAY PRAY PRAY

WHEN ALL IS WELL AND 
THINGS SEEM FINE THE CREATOR 
DOES NOT COME TO MIND 

SO WE - PLAY PLAY PLAY.

ADULTS WHO PLAY
THOSE CHILDISH GAMES
TOO MEAN TO CARE-
TOO HARD TO FEEL 

ARE -WEAK WEAK WEAK

OH OH OH OH
FOR- SHAME SHAME SHAME

EVEN AT THEIR NEIGHBOR
EYE CONTACT IS NOT MADE -
TO THE CHILDREN ON THE STREET
EVEN TO THEM YOU CANNOT- 

SPEAK-SPEAK SPEAK

IN THE END YOU'LL -
HAVE NO FRIEND
YOUR PRESENCE-
PRESENTS A BAD OMEN

WHAT A- SIN SIN SIN

GET ON YOUR TOES AND 
OFF THE HIGH HORSE
CHANGE YOUR SWING
SEE WHAT JOYS YOUR
LIFE CAN BRING.LET'S

SAY-AMEN AMEN AMEN !


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny, holiday,

No Candy Needed

To save some money on Halloween
I use a technique and must come clean
     Wear a scary disguise
     Children emit loud cries
I laugh as they run away and scream

This is a true tale, I must confess
And it’s surely worked with much success
     Electrifying hair
     Come hither if you dare
The local kids think that I’m possessed!



*Written in honor of John Freeman and his "Boisterous Comedy" contest


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: funny, lovecandy,

"My Triple Halloween Limerick"

Example for Limerick Contest 

Ghosts that coast, embody their trustful host
Leave no posts,  they possess the host to roast
   These disembodied souls
   Are angry deranged ghouls 
Bode snatching demons, one’s life they engross.

Halloween’s treat where they accomplish feat
Children sweet, want only candy to eat
   May we all watch our children 
   Having no bewildering
Safeguarding thus our Halloweens so neat!

Hello! I’m beautiful and very sweet
Please gimme your candy snickers to eat
   I am an angel’s sibling 
   I only want a nibbling 
I only want a sweet, not ghoul’s mistreat!!


Poem Details | by Gbenga Onalaja |
Categories: funny, life, satireepic,

THE SLOTH

His life is an Epic story in a tragic playlet 
He is the one person who opens wares an hour after the market 
He comes to town a day after the fair 
Running back home with the aim of catching a wild breed Hare

He "holds hard" after the shot has left the gun 
He locks the stable after the herd is all gone 
He won't die, though he is of no use alive 
His life, like that of a typical dreamer who carries water in a sieve 

He is MrEverything married to MrsNothing 
They are born to rest and they are living to sleep 
Both of them, a typical breed of StJudas
They cover their well after their children are drowned and left in the deep

They are always busy ploughing the air when their field is waist high in weed
Busy! They are at the old farm 
Bringing up buckets of water
After the last pillar of thier house is burnt down 
Still, they realize not that they are a living corpse.


Poem Details | by S.Jagathsimhan Nair |
Categories: women,

The poem in the mind-2

The poem in the mind

There is  only  enough space in my mind
For just a poem and there you I find
Can’t think of another thing
My mind singing what you sing
To all else except you I’m rather blind.

I know you are an involved mom of six
And what toll it takes bringing up those chicks
On your spirit and body
Your life was never gaudy
But the essence of such a  gracious mix.

Adorable are your traits which are rare
Attributes, six, are your  children so fair
They are love, care and beauty
Passion, power and frailty
Here’s  the perfect woman beyond compare.


@ 23 feb 13

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Entry for PD's contest on 5 mar 13


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: celebration,

Bright Red Balloon

The park was fired with excitement as the children 
watched the cymbals clamp inside the small gazebo  
where the musicians rehearsed their trumpet blows 
a cheerful man shelled out   
as a child squealed in delight    
the helliumized balloon went up, and so did a baded smile  
It was the feast of happy maidens with celebrants in toe,  
and cotton candy gobblers row on row;   

A waifly girl with eyes like morning stars
watched in a daze, as puffy blimps bobbed in the sky 
each sideways sway and wiggly climb, an outward cry  
a big bright red balloon 
climbing, gone too soon  
and all she did was wait with eyes of popping blue, 
until the big deflate, and then it siffled down 
right by her crinoled gown.


Feb22, 2016

 


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: mother,

There's No Taking Mom's Place

If for one week each man could be mother,
then men might think as mothers think.
	Could you stand the life
	Say of being your own wife?
Dirty dishes do not belong in the sink.

For one week, all men should run the home;
trade places with the cook for a real trip.
	Think of planning every meal,
	mashing potatoes with no peel.
Did you fix the faucet that’s started to drip?

You’d change the beds and clean the clothes,
of rust, blood, and ink there’d be no trace
	Be a mind reader at times
	solving children’s crimes,
you’d show your children God and his grace.

Part magician, part clown, part traffic cop,
you’d give birth, nurse all who need care.
	Respond to each cry,
	answer every “why?”,
know how to get bubble gum out of hair.

Of the women I’ve known who’ve been mothers
by men they can’t be supplanted.
	Trade-offs are fun to ponder
	and can make us wonder
why on earth men take mothers for granted.


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

face book


Once there was an idiot called Blindbook,
invited conflict with his wife angrybook.
Claiming himself mad, dirty nut!
fired wife and children out.
bloody all for “status : single” in facebook


Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: childhood

Deceptive Sunshine

Sunshine's like warmth, an inviting glow
No jacket today let's play, let's go!!
Retreat, retreat it's cold!
Child looking outside bold
Coolness and shivers hear the wind blow.

Cocoa and warm fuzzes so much fun
The deceptive glow of the bright sun
Had an ill pill effect
On mom's total affect
No alone time today--it is done!

For John Moses Freeman's double limerick contest and all the mom's that have been 
stuck inside with energetic children on bad weather days.


Poem Details | by TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories: adventure, autumn, dedication, devotion,

This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leavesThe path we walk is as it were never endingThe tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showedYes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come trueThere is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


Poem Details | by mostafa zaki |
Categories: for children, happiness, candy,

Halloween From dusk till dawn

From dusk till dawn its like monster con little witches riding on brooms dating couples as brides and grooms they knock on your door expecting a treat chocolate , butter finger or anything sweet teenage kids , they tp street they run at the first sight of heat werewolves , vampires , goblins and ghouls the ones who stay at home are truly the fools The day where candy is free and abound laughing children are the only sound haunted houses , darkness and scary while some little girls choose to dress like a fairy the sky is the limit , you can be whoever you dream Frankenstein, Dracula, the wolf man and scream too much , candy and hyper kids beer , soda and other liquids but after dawn all is asleep no screaming no laughter , not even a peep


Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: childhood, imagination, science fiction,

Introducing the Benaminis: The Gypsies from afar

The Benaminis are a family of rodents,
who live their lives capitalizing on other
peoples' residences,
They scope the homes when they're not 
home,
or invade it when only one member's alone,
They scamper up and down,
acting like confounded clowns,
going through closets and secret hiding places,
at the end of their visits , they carry satchels on their backs
filled with delicacies and knick-knacks,
The familes set traps of honey and cheese,
hoping they all will fall to their knees,
But they just keeping rambling and showing up at
the oddest times,
even when polluted with coffee grinds,
They run a muck, taking what they want,
Their sniveling looks seem to haunt,
making families edgy, and promoting dreams 
that taunt,
Oh, they give the children quite a scare,
by climbing everywhere,
They cover their bodies from head to toes,
for fear that the Benaminis grizzly hands may take them
out the windows,
The gypsies who traveled from "Nowhere",
have put enmity and nervousness everywhere,
helping themselves to life's delights,
only stopped with traps and horrible fights.


Poem Details | by Daniel Larson |
Categories: humor,

Gotta Luv 'Em

Can't tell you no more 'bout all of this pain
Nor the voice that screams "he's no longer sane";
Can't sleep through the night
For the hard blinding light
And the music that refuses to wane.

There's something about the doctor I'm sure,
Promised salvation and a miracle cure.
Strapped me to the bed,
Sent a pulse through my head
That keeps saying one day I’ll be pure.

And then there’s the smell that drifts through this gloom,
Keep telling the staff someone died in this room.
It’s said with a grin
“He’ll rise up again
And we suspect it will be about noon”.

There’s needles at dawn, another at ten,
The bed spins one way and then ‘round again.
They point to my face
And say “what a disgrace”
As the brown spittle runs off of my chin.

They’ve even recorded some of my rants
And swear I’ve talked tongues in some of my chants.
Believe what you will
It was that last little pill,
And just now I finished peeing my pants.

But sometimes there’s a gap in this foggy ol’ mind,
I recall the days of a long ago time.
For one moment it’s clear
About who put me here;
It were those “sweet loving” children of mine!



Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: childhood, mother, political, care,

Momma ate all the childrens' food

Momma ate all the childrens' food!
as she watched the little ones in the neighborhood,
The event created quite a ruckus
and many said she was rude,
yet, what they didn't know about Momma,
is that she was a diabetic,
and had waited too long to snack,
her world started spinning,
It almost faded to black,
She had one biscuit, but that
didn't seem to suffice,
after several, the color began
to come back in her eyes,
for a monent there, we all thought she was
a goner, we didn't care that people revolted and carried
on bad, as her children we felt realy, really sad,
We offered to pay them back from our piggy banks,
but they stoicly said, "No Thanks!"
What were a few packages of Lorna Doones?
Especially for someone who takes care of us rain, shine, even 
during monsoons,
I guess as toddlers it is never too early to learn about class,
What's a person's health worth when it is trickling like an hour glass?


Poem Details | by Mindy Gregersen |
Categories: sympathychildren,

Dawn the Stalker, part 2

Presumably with the aid of God's glory
She interwove several others' stories
And painted him something he was not
A monster she should give second thought
And yet, she remained obsessed with her quarry

She told his work that he was a liar
And concluded it successfully drew their ire
She said prophecy told her he'd lost his job
And called his friends defending him a mob
The situation became quite dire

She said that he divorced his wife
And upon notification, she'd threatened to take her own life
But he remained happily married
As Dawn was hunched and harried
Consumed with the rewrite

She said he was unfaithful
That his children were quite ungrateful
That he had converted to her faith
And lied about it to save face
And other things vile and hateful

She decided (through prophecy, of course!)
That the poems she read online had him as the source
He was professing his love for her and his faith
Disguised as a woman quite far away
Being kept from talking to her by force

After all, it couldn't possibly be the case
That he found her hideous in mind and face
That he was appreciated for what he was
Had children and a wife that he loved
And never once considered her faith

And so Dawn spent her days
A degenerate in malaise
But her lies were not to be daunted
And they had her, rather haunted
Even more obsessed with his ways


Poem Details | by John Monteblanco |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, seasonschildren,

Summer Limerick

Look at the blazing sun.
The children seem to be having a lot of fun.
Inside my heart you look like a phantom.
Outside this world you look like Jasmine.
I can't deny I saw your face in the crowd as I saw all the children run.


Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: family, funny, children,

THE COPY-CAT CLAN

Roy and Zenia had six kids I say
And all of their names began with J,
June, Junior and Justin
Joyce, Jackie and Jacquelyn,
Why in the world would they think this way?



And Jacquelyn, we think should know better
Did the same dumb thing, but no matter,
Candace, Carla, all C's
Celeste and Cory 
When friends mocked, they think that they flatter.



So Candace want to keep up the trend
And she named all her five children M,
Malika, Makela
Makeva, Maesha
And Makai is the boy at the end.



Well Malika she just had a son
Amari is the name of this one
So I hope she’ll be smart
And don’t follow this art
If to her some more children are born


Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: life, lovechildren,

TRUE LOVE

A young man  in the  carpenter trade,
Was proud of the things that he made.
         His production was fine
         Top of the line,
When he sold them was very well paid.

Then he got lonely they say,
He wanted to marry Ann Gray.
         The love of his life
         She would make a good wife,
And give him some children one day!

So he courted her for a while,
With a gracious charm and style.
         He got down on one knee
         Said “will you marry me”,
Then she said “of course” with a smile.
        
That was a long time ago,
And they’re still very happy you know.
         With three children they’re blessed
         And their life’s been the best,
And they just move along with the flow!


Poem Details | by Elisheba Yahudah |
Categories: fun, happy,

Jack of all trades

Robin what you doing in the hood
Man I thought I’d be up to no good
What you mean slick
I guess I’ll go rob a store bust windows with a brick

Man you tripping that ain’t even serious
Who me Robin my hood yes that’s curious
I thought the plan before you mentioned it
Ali Baba had thieves would see me and pay attention

Prince John had guts tried to trip and run listen
Down hater boulevard were Roger the rabbit 
Ask Marian to have his children finger licking with carrots
Little John got stuck in the get away car

Skippy sis with a Hiss and down Ala- A- Dale
Lights changed too fast I had to repel
I was intending on sharing all the goods
Me slick tight master mind Robin my Hood

Sheriff Nottingham barley had got a look 
Character covered my face gave me a shook
Robin you sho know you with the stuff
Will you try again to hit the store?

Me Robin robbing again that’s my MO and more
Next time I will change my crew John run too slow
Trigger finger ready with a bow in my hand pull back and go
Captain Croc passed a lock to see how far I would land

But man look I’m out we will try dodging quick sand
Maybe Robin will be available 
And leave the Bat 
Man I need to loose some weight
My legs too fat


Poem Details | by charles hice |
Categories: childhood, for children, funny,

FabelFortyFive

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FabelFortyFive 
 
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This Limmerick 
 
There was an Old Lady she hailed from Nantucket 
She carried her fish in a red paisley bucket 
She wore her hair up in a honeybun 
She thought it made her quite the looking young 
The Pelican came with a busted wing 
The Old Lady was trying to catch it 
She chased and she chased and she chased it 
She carried a stick made of glass 
She has lippstick it is gloss 
She applies it to snakes and scorpions 
The glass stick not the lipp gloss 
She makes a poor lump of it 
The lipp gloss is read like two lips 
Tulips is many and varied in hue 
She walks in the way of the shrew 
She carries her stick to save birds 
The bird not the woman in the shoe 
That was Old Mother Hubbard 
She has tea in her cupboard 
The Nantucket not Hubbard 
She makes it in gold bullion cubes 
The tea not the shoes 
Millions of bags are hidden away 
Shoe bags not tea bags 
she has shoes for her children 
Yes Hubbard 
In the Cubbard 
The teas are all black and some green 
The shoes are all pink 
Her children are blue 
The Lady from Nan not the Shoe lady too 
The dog eats better than the yew 
A bone from the woman 
Hubbard not Joan 
There was an old woman from Nantucket 
Joan Hubbard was from Shoe Rhode Island 
She kept teas in the millions 
The Nantucket lady not Hubbard 


Poem Details | by John E WordSlinger |
Categories: funny

Royal Jelly On King Size Slaves

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger


Poem Details | by Randy Imwalle |
Categories: halloween, humor, teen,

A Ghoul Named McDimple

There was a teen ghoul named McDimple
Who thought scaring kids would be simple
He'd moan and he'd groan
Just like he was shown
But the children just stared at his pimple.


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: warheart, people, child, heart,

True price of war

The mighty warlord shakes his fist and sends his troops to the abyss
Families broken and torn because of an oath that was sworn
Fathers and sons die in vain but no one can feel their pain
Mothers cry as their children are sent off to die
Innocent blood is shed, does no one care for these dead
Sadness grips the heart of man as many a persons blood stains the land
Cries from the public go unheard as the warlord shouts his mighty words
Kill them all he says, make these people pay
The screams of wounded go on through the night begging for the warlord to end the fight
No answer comes from his high up throne for his heart is cold as stone
Only a child dared to face him
He begged for his people 
His words so moved the warlord he again shook is fist this time calling his troops from
the abyss
Families are pieced back together after the mighty storm they have weathered
The child is proclaimed a hero
Sides that once wared against each other now call themselves brothers
Fields are resown and homes rebuilt, no longer does the warlord feel  guilt
But nothing can replace the loss of life for that is the true price of war


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: funny

I'll Shush You Guys

There was a young mother from Maine
Whose children were really a pain.
They cared not a rap
That she needed a nap,
So she drove them all out in the rain.




Written around Deborah Guzzi's poem "Shshshsh ma is Sleeping" for her contest.

Sorry Deborah No way would I try to correct your poetry 9th place


Poem Details | by THE WARRIUR POET E J HEALY |
Categories:

Fun at the Zoo

We are going to the Zoo today
Said' tigger,monkey and roo,
Were going to watch the children play
and nellys coming too;

Nelly the Elephant packed her trunk
and said good by to the Jungle
Tigger said' Roo ring the bell
Because Monkeys coming too;

Were going to watch the Adults play
Because were off to the zoo today
Said tigger Monkey and Roo,
As they went to london Zoo;

Has Oxford got a Zoo too?
Said' Nelly to little roo,
Monkey said lets go and see
While tiger sat and had a wee;

Whos going to the Zoo,Said Lion,
Roo Said' Whats yur name,
I cant remember! Said Bryan!
How do you cook eggs;

Nelly said you fry them,
Do you want to try them?
Said' Bryan, No said' Roo,
Why? Were going to the Zoo.
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Poem Details | by THE WARRIUR POET E J HEALY |
Categories:

Fun at the Zoo

We are going to the Zoo today
Said' tigger,monkey and roo,
Were going to watch the children play
and nellys coming too;

Nelly the Elephant packed her trunk
and said good by to the Jungle
Tigger said' Roo ring the bell
Because Monkeys coming too;

Were going to watch the Adults play
Because were off to the zoo today
Said tigger Monkey and Roo,
As they went to london Zoo;

Has Oxford got a Zoo too?
Said' Nelly to little roo,
Monkey said lets go and see
While tiger sat and had a wee;

Whos going to the Zoo,Said Lion,
Roo Said' Whats yur name,
I cant remember! Said Bryan!
How do you cook eggs;

Nelly said you fry them,
Do you want to try them?
Said' Bryan, No said' Roo,
Why? Were going to the Zoo.
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Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: love,

Her Heart, Skid Row


She spent her days in a convent with nuns so malevolent  
that even Jesus wept at the feet of her discontent 
you are evil full of sin 
they spited to the wind 
tears flowed down her face and all she heard was "repent!"  
the only love that felt real was on a a crucifix, Godsend  

then one day as she walked through a park she met him  
when he poured out the sun, her soul found it's rim 
two wings unfurled 
one heart impearled
somehow he freely knew her heart was on skid row     
one perchance meet and love began to grow;    
    
She made a vow to marry and bear fruit, above all else 
to be kind to others and never give her children welts
she prayed every night, 
it was a beautiful sight; 
despite the awful dreams of living in a dire convent belt, 
the day was spent with a man who made her heart,  melt*



*Definition Of Melt, (to make or become liquefied by heat)


The End

Contest Name: That rule was begging to be broken
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date: August 4, 2016



Poem Details | by Darren White |
Categories: discrimination, emotions, fear, love,

BACK IN THE ZOO

Being gay in The States is not fun, Nor is trans, we're all on the run. No wedding, no loo. We're back in the zoo. All THEY want is their effing gun!!! My gay friends and I are in pain. Years of fight now all seem in vain. Gay weddings turned void, We're all so annoyed, It's all loss, where it should have been gain. Let's join hands with great force, move away From the bigotry, hate and dismay. Let children be free To choose who to be. Let peace and acceptance please stay. *** Written for my friends in the US, who fear the fanatics and bigots after this election outcome.


Poem Details | by John E WordSlinger |
Categories: on writing and words

The Centuries King

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger


Poem Details | by THE WARRIUR POET E J HEALY |
Categories:

Fun at the Zoo

We are going to the Zoo today
Said' tigger,monkey and roo,
Were going to watch the children play
and nellys coming too;

Nelly the Elephant packed her trunk
and said good by to the Jungle
Tigger said' Roo ring the bell
Because Monkeys coming too;

Were going to watch the Adults play
Because were off to the zoo today
Said tigger Monkey and Roo,
As they went to london Zoo;

Has Oxford got a Zoo too?
Said' Nelly to little roo,
Monkey said lets go and see
While tiger sat and had a wee;

Whos going to the Zoo,Said Lion,
Roo Said' Whats yur name,
I cant remember! Said Bryan!
How do you cook eggs;

Nelly said you fry them,
Do you want to try them?
Said' Bryan, No said' Roo,
Why? Were going to the Zoo.
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Poem Details | by Eduardo Soriano |
Categories: anxiety, beauty, break up,

Desert and Loss

Year after year in the sun we would shower.
Nature and children would bloom us a flower.
A offspring of inseminate mother that wasn't sown.
Queen she will be for i would give her all i own.
My darling my love i would want more than an hour.

Earth and heaven in glade they bestow,
On earth under bower her kindle she would know.
Her balm athletic fawn makes a calm sunrise.
Her perish stabbed a paining heart of cries.
Not only that but her mother left unknown.


Poem Details | by Richard Olson |
Categories: animal, humor,

A Goat Named Bill


                            There was a motherless goat named Bill.
                            Who was raised by a nanny named Jill.
                            He was the strangest kid,
                            who often hid,
                            in the barn where he'd written his will.

                            He didn't have much to bequeath.
                            Beyond his half-eaten wreath.
                            He couldn't quite finish,
                            his wish to diminish,
                            when a pinecone got stuck in his teeth.

                            The children all thought he was nuts.
                            He responded by ramming their butts.
                            They'd run home and cry.
                            Their mothers asked "Why?"
                            The nanny just said "He had guts."

                            One day the farmer next door,
                            whose son Bill once tried to gore,
                            came holding a gun,
                            when Bill tried to run,
                            the buckshot flew right through its bore.

                            Poor Bill had suffered his fate.
                            Never once having gone on a date.
                            The wreath hangs alone,
                            on his marker of stone,
                            as it never was sent to probate.

                                   Written:  2/12/17


Poem Details | by Richard Olson |
Categories: humor,

The Clown and the Bimbo

There was a well-endowed mime named Carol.
Whose boyfriend she knew to be sterile.
For the circus he clowned,
for Carol he'd pound,
with pregnancy never a peril.

Forces pushed Carol around.
Invisible to sight, and to sound.
As the clown thought twice,
of a piece and a slice,
till his seltzer he shot to the ground.

They made an unusual pair.
The talk of the town at each fair.
She pushed against walls,
as he juggled his balls,
and the little children would stare.

Fairgoers soon noticed a glow.
From the mime who started to show.
The clown wondered what,
had noticed her butt,
and caused her stomach to grow.

What Carol had done was obscene,
and decided she'd better come clean.
She set her clown down,
made her first sound,
and watched as her man turned green.

"I never had that much to say.
 And my body kept no man at bay.
 So I thought I'd just toy, 
 with every cute boy,
 and let them all have their way."

The clown was so mad he turned red.
As red as the wig on his head.
"I may be a clown,"
he said with a frown,
"but I'm nothing to laugh at in bed!"

Now Carol just started to cry.
So the clown hit her face with a pie.
The whip cream just glistened.
And no one has listened.
To the mime when she tries to tell why.

     Written:  12/27/16


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy, humorous,

Man of Many Limericks

Grow and Grow

Our curiosity will grow and grow
So how are we to ever know
What may have been on their mind
Think of being nice and always kind
Will start seeing happy faces glow.

Urge To Merge

People should not have a purge
What they need is an urge to merge
And also have caused the creation
Of participation with cooperation
That must be done in a bug surge

Hunt for A Front

For what do we always have to hunt
Only what we will personally want
After thoughts of ourselves receded
Realized what others had needed;
Say these things have to be blunt.

Reduction In Destruction

We should all have a compunction
To reduce and condemn all destruction
Help build up things and never hurt
Share with others meals and dessert
Bad feelings create a severe reduction.

Bore the Fears

Of many people have bore their fears
Even of those whose twilight nears
And our children we worry about
Who always do display much doubt
Hide weapons with all the spears.

Sheer Catastrophe

Catastrophe may seem to be sheer
And if we were ever to find it here
We will meet each others demands;
Meals on wheels with helping hands
People who we all do love so dear.

Poems Will Write

Poems will write and many, many more
You will understand what they are for
Make you happy and meet your needs
To grow must start planting many seeds
See sunset on America's each shore.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy, appreciation, blessing,

More of My Many Poems

These are the poems that came out of my
mind while listening to latest news on TV.

More of My Many Poems

Grow and Grow

Our curiosity will grow and grow
So how are we to ever know
What may have been on their mind
Think of being nice and always kind
Will start seeing happy faces glow.

Urge To Merge

People should not have a purge
What they need is an urge to merge
And also have caused the creation
Of participation with cooperation
That must be done in a bug surge

Hunt for A Front

For what do we always have to hunt
Only what we will personally want
After thoughts of ourselves receded
Realized what others had needed;
Say these things have to be blunt.

Reduction In Destruction

We should all have a compunction
To reduce and condemn all destruction
Help build up things and never hurt
Share with others meals and dessert
Bad feelings create a severe reduction.

Bore the Fears

Of many people have bore their fears
Even of those whose twilight nears
And our children we worry about
Who always do display much doubt
Hide weapons with all the spears.

Sheer Catastrophe

Catastrophe may seem to be sheer
And if we were ever to find it here
We will meet each others demands;
Meals on wheels with helping hands
People who we all do love so dear.

Poems Will Write

Poems will write and many, many more
You will understand what they are for
Make you happy and meet your needs
To grow must start planting many seeds
See sunset on America's each shore.

Jim Horn