Limerick Poems About Freedom | Freedom Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
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The Tale of Billy Bob Bunny

When Billy Bob Bunny turned one, his mama said, “Listen up, son. I’m sure you could get away from a net, but beware the guy bearing a gun! If a gun-toting farmer you see, you must hip hop away instantly. If he has good aim, you might end up lame or worse yet, rabbit stew you will be. So do please, Billy Bob, take good care that you don’t end up being the hare that loses his life so Farmer Jack’s wife has a soft rabbit stole she can wear!” But it wasn’t Billy Bob’s habit to listen to his Mama Rabbit. Without using good sense, he hopped over the fence, saw a carrot and started to grab it. Farmer Jack spied that rascalOh, my! From a gun, bullets started to fly. When a shot nicked his ear, Billy fell down from fear. Then he heard a small sound like a cry. “Please don’t shoot at the bunny again,” cried the farmer’s sweet daughter, and then Billy could feel her stroking his soft fur, and at night he was placed in a pen. Mama came to the pen and she said, “You are trappedI’m just glad you’re not dead.” Though no freedom he had, Billy Bob was not sad. “I’m a loved pet,” he said, “and well fed!” The moral of this story is: You can tolerate any condition as long as you are loved and well fed!


Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: introspection

Listing to Port

There was a fellow riding a certain train,
And he posted an unpopular refrain,
In it he said, the innocents are dead,
With politicians and voters to blame.

To choose is what many profess, 
And we wouldn’t have anything less,
But our elected use quill, translate that to kill,
And babes end in a mell of a hess.

And into a health bill of lying rot,
They force objectors to kill who would not,
Adding more of their pork to so called choice,
A choice to fool many voters they sought.

Politicians and media corral voters into believing,
Bills laced with hidden agendas they’re feeding.
They make a predator fat as a sly old rat,
At the expense of a still birthed nation in grieving.

When a nation cares more for turtle or whale,
And the desire for virtue goes stale,
You’ll see a Mother’s precious womb,
By choice, become nation’s tomb,
And lawmakers growing a tail.

Don’t let the almighty dollar deceive you,
Or your sense take leave and flee you,
Take a look around before you’re ground,
Into the dust of this obvious preview.

The moral of the story is true and really quite short,
Justice has been given a hell of a thwart,
You may think it queer but the end of freedom is near,
Our great ship is sinking in it’s port.








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Poem Details | by linda milgate |
Categories: life

Divorce memories

Morning bed
Sheets tightly tucked
One pillow crumpled

There once was a gal named Linda
Oh the marriages she did get inta
Try as they would to be as they should
They never could even begin ta  


Wanting a home intensely  evolved into creations of delusion
Life broke through, one let go, in freedom lay the solution




For the Divorce Club Contest


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: philosophy, political,

the political spectrum

Some folks love doing their thing
And it brings in money and bling!
Just let me make hay
The conservatives say
Even when it gives others a sting

Do people all have basic rights?
Are some blown away like lost kites?
It seems there’s no end
Of a bad mess to mend 
And liberals take on these fights


Author's Note: When the right to make a ton of bucks interferes with other rights that people have--watch out I get particularly offended by people who exercise their freedom (and by doing so) interfere with my right to clean air and water and freedom from intrusive smells and noise This argument can be extended to a variety of situations Where do your rights end and mine begin?  This is the tip of a massive iceberg (which could be melting due to global warming).


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: allegory, angst, people, social

Poor Choices

There once was a prison for boys.
To some, guns were not only toys.
They had too much fun
Life lived on the run.
Confinement has very few joys.

Teachers taught; helped some of them learn.
Disturbance sometimes took a turn.
“Teach” treated them right.
Boys “partied” at night.
In the classroom stomachs did churn.

An offender has feelings, too.
Not just an animal at the zoo.
But crime has a cost.
One's freedom is lost.
There's no more McDonald's, for you!

Fast food was not their only loss.
Prison guards were mixed in the sauce.
Obey what they say.
Or suffer their way.
Survival or cry; it's a toss!

Exercising in the hot sun.
It's what they must do to have fun.
With sweat pouring down,
Some cuss and some frown.
Poor choices, have this privilege won!

© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  BEHIND BARS BLUES 	 
Sponsored by: Miranda Lambert


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: childhood, family, introspection,

Latchkey Kid



A latchkey kid was I,
A fact I cannot deny.
My mom started working,
Which caused some tear-jerking,
As I kissed my freedom good-bye.

I was the eldest of three,
So responsibility fell upon me,
To make sure chores were done,
And supper begun,
While my siblings reported to me.

Mom knew I could be counted upon,
To keep an eye on things while she was gone.
But at times I resented,
My time with friends prevented,
Since I was the oldest one.

Looking back I truly can say,
I have no regrets to this day.
Growing up as I did,
May have been rough as a kid,
But it made me who I am today.







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

Uncle Duck



Once there was a man called Uncle Duck
no silly, a scholar with wide exposure is duck
Boasts Symbol of freedom is I,
symbol of happiness and fidelity is I
bloody post modern is duck.


Poem Details | by Joseph May |
Categories: butterfly, daffodils,

The web

 A spider awaits a butterfly
As it comes fluttering by
It's  caught in the silken trap
and struggles as its wings flap
 Battling  for survival under blue skies

The spider moves in for the kill
As the butterfly struggles still
 It escapes the silky threads
Soars to freedom with  wings spread
As it  floats  by the daffodils


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: funny

Pharaoh's Demise

For freedom he wasn't equipped 
The mighty Mubarak has slipped
While Egypt did look
On Twitter and Facebook
His pyramid up side down flipped

Egypt's army with cash is flushed
And the uprising this weight has crushed 
A revolt can't seethe
When the masses can't breathe
So the cry for freedom's now hushed


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: peace,

Peace In Our Time



Eighty years old and can't remember a time When peace ruled the Earth and freedom bells chimed Maybe 10 years or so Remaining but whoa The odds are not promising for a different paradigm © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: epic, life, success,

Influence Lock and Key

Security from power’s bars makes one stay alone
luxury so sweet, but a hope for a better clone
beyond the need to succeed
but the pleasures are flaccid
wealth simply prevents freedom from rendering a loan


Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: confusion, funny, life, philosophy,

Next Thing to Believe

Why do we believe the hype they spread?
Next year they say we all might be dead
This spring all will shut down
Does this bring you a frown?
Rise of gasoline with rise of bread

We seem to believe whatever they say
Why are their words now gospel today
We are losing freedoms
More or less, like kingdoms
We left one of these, for freedom to pray

Let’s see if a rumor I start unfurls
Our new cars will be run by squirrels
Fueled by nuts and acorns
But never peppercorns
Because if you do, the car just twirls


Written for

Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name Slapstick Limerick Contest 


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: poetry, universe,

Until I Go Blind



A limerick needn't end with just one verse A whole new pattern could very well emerge A story in fact Many verses to be exact It opens up a whole new poetic universe So as of this day, I'm on this new kick Don't want to wind up with limericks too slick Just add a new twist With a flick of the wrist With more than one verse my mind goes adrift A chance to expand to new ideas just ahead Create whole stories where I once feared to tread Little vignettes As creative as it gets Not bound by limitations but freedom instead Who would have thunk it after all this time A new and exciting format to challenge my mind Exploring new vistas Maybe get into mischief Gonna write, write, write, until I go blind © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: adventure, education, husband, wife,

Scared Clean

Scared Clean

A gentleman wanting to scare
His wife, started out getting quite bare
Climbed into the machine
That got his clothes clean
To wait for his wife to get there

When his wife finally opened the lid
Of the washing machine in which he hid
She was really surprised
By the look in his eyes
And not because of something he did

You see, curled up, this man with no clothes
His muscles and joints simply froze
In spite of his tussle
Could not budge a muscle
No matter the movement he chose

The wife had to call 911
To get her poor husband undone
As they tried not to laugh
With an olive oil bath
His freedom he finally one

And just what did we learn from this man?
It is something you must understand.
Don’t wedge yourself in
In a laundry bin
Just because you think you can

And even within you own house
Playing hide and seek with your own spouse
If scared’s what you’re after
And not just her laughter
Getting naked I would not espouse

Uncle Mike


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: silly,

Walking Around In A Dress



A handsome young fellow named Jess Was often seen walking round in a dress Loved the freedom it gave him At the local gym It showed all the stuff he possessed © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: appreciation,

Ruben O



Ruben O remarked that limericks are usually witty However he still enjoyed my serious ditty Rules are to be broken That's my slogan The freedom I feel allows for both silly or pretty © Jack Ellison 2016


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: christmas,

The Very First Christmas



It's the happiest time of the year round the world Moms reading to kids on the couch they're all curled Bout the very first Christmas Bout baby Jesus what blissfulness As the banner of love and freedom is unfurled © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by john chizoba vincent |
Categories: art, beauty,

THE NiGERIAN DREAM 7

Good housing scheme
Good educational system
Conducive tourist centres
Suitable infrastructural facilities
Love, unity, freedom to all


Poem Details | by romeo naces |
Categories: adventure, animals, space,

First Fear of Freedom

             He cringes in fear, his legs wobble,  his young wings scared stiff;


                     below the nest yawns a dark, deathly chasm of  what if;


                                                   plunges into space,

                                            flaps, slows down the pace;


               ah, new-found  freedom of flight,  across, around the home cliff !


Poem Details | by romeo naces |
Categories: love, people, social,

Conquest No More

                   As best gesture of so-what-and-who-cares,

               she hikes her shoulders, taunting as she dares,

                                           tells him to leave,

                                            he can't believe

                his conquest, her freedom she now declares !


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: appreciation,

While Watching Weather

While Watching Weather

While watching weather turn into rain
Pounding gently against window pane
Dreams often come to my mind
Think high not low or left behind
Look forward to see freedom train.

Jim Horn

There are many messages here.

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

Like My Flag Horn Limerick

Like My Flag Horn Limerick



Like flag seen from below and above

Full of freedom with all of our love

With much pride and spirit

Where ever at does perfectly fit

Us around never let anyone shove.



Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: dark,

DARK NIGHT AT FREEDOM BAY

DARK NIGHT AT FREEDOM BAY By the shore a spotlight searches the sea. Those treacherous rocks wouldn't let you be. You head toward the jagged knife. One inch more you’d lose your life. I say goodnight, turn out the light…I’m free. 6/30/2017 Limerick Form


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

Small Hands Will Appall

Small Hands Will Appall

Even though brains and hands are small
And so many people he is sure to appall
Compulsive behavior and does criticize
We are all sure soon he has to realize
In the end he must give God his all.

This might be the same story for
several of us.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

An addition being that I have
exceeded ten again.

A Trump Anecdote

Whenever I hear a Trump anecdote
Would like to grab him by his throat
Want to have freedom of choice
Not in any opinions he did voice
And people illegal when they vote.

Totally ridiculous




Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: peace,

Freedom



Security is tight, the world is different now To each man and woman we must be vigilant and vow To do our small part To shore up the ramparts So for peace loving people, our freedom will allow


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

Propose and Disclose

Propose and Disclose

There is this program I want to propose;
Reveal to everyone as well as disclose;
What you want,
When will hunt;
Do have freedom of choice will expose.

Jim Horn


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

Horn Christmas Season Poem

Horn Christmas Season Poem

Soldiers sailed home from across the sea;
They did protect and defend you and me,
So here at home we were safe and sound;
Our freedom and liberty flowing all around.

How brave and honorable they had been;
Integrity and independence did defend;
Were returning home as a loyal winner;
Enjoy with family a Thanksgiving dinner.

Delightful Christmas returned from behind;
Chris Cringle had come courteous and kind;
He was seen bending down on each knee
Placing many gifts under decorated tree.

Should have seen deer pulling slick sleigh,
From high up in the clear air and far away;
Came to our homes with many more gifts,
And our souls and spirits surely always lifts.

Always is season when we want to inspire,
Whole wide world with all of its entire;
From us happy feelings pour and pour,
While we worship God more and more.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet