Limerick Poems About Grief | Grief Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: funny, grief, pain, poems,

Ask Marugu Mo

Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also


P.S: Poet Marugu Mo, himself is  a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicelyA great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title tooMy respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.

Poem Details | by lim'rik flats |
Categories: appreciation, fun, nonsense,

Collaboration Can Be Fun join in here

I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)

Written by Jan Allison:

Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not dropped a ‘bomb’
then from poetry soup I’d depart!

Written by Lim'rik Flats:

Does art mimic life or life mimic art?
Don't ask me, I'm not too smart.
It seems the soup
Has the same poop
As watching the news (or a fart).

Drama and trauma, factions and foes,
Smiting and fighting, (hard on the nose),
Saves me the trouble
Of viewing double
Saves time, and less grief I suppose.

Written by Ray Gridley:

Raise a toast to this collaboration
Whatever your race or your nation
Just write on a whim
Lim'rick Flat's bound to grin
They are all going to be a sensation!

Written by Daniel Turner:

I know a guy called Lim'rick Flats
Writes limericks at the drop of a hat
Jan is his pal
She's quite a gal
They met in a laundry mat

Jan makes jokes about poop
he puts them in alphabet soop
drinks from the bowl
with no self control
which makes him a nincompoop

Also written by Daniel Turner:

Write all the limericks you want
but don't fart in a restaurant
people will laugh
call you riffraff
even if you're a debutante

Written by John Lawless:

oh the limerick it ain’t quite a sonnet
and the learned, they look down upon it
for they cannot grasp
its head or its ass
nor the cleansing effect of its tonic 

Written by Terry Reeves:

Late for work she flew out the door
Took an express elevator to the 29th floor
Let some discreet killer farts
Nearly stopped all their hearts
Left them gagging; she'd evened the score

Written by Tim Smith:

Nonsense is here found out in the alley
Five funny lines we'll add to the tally
a smile or two
we laught till we're blue
so put out your best and join in our rally

Written by Alexis Y:

Hey what's going on in the soup?
Lim'rik Flats I want the scoop
What do you have to say?
You got poem of the day
Congrats, I shouldn't have flown the coop

Written by Jean Murray:

John is always fun.
His poems and their puns.
If you need a lift.
He has the gift.
Lim'rik Flats is number one.

psst How could I not add this to the string?  ~ john

Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: love,

Poisonous Barb

A poisonous barb did depart
From her venomous mouth like a dart
Said with disdain
Caused much grief and pain
And embedded itself in his heart

Poem Details | by stephen pennell |
Categories: fun,

The unhappy elf

There once was a green Irish elf
Who was an old miserable get
who didn't like the Guinness
And was married to a Mrs 
Who just loved to give, Male elves grief  

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Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: art, goodbye,

Celebration of Life - A Tribute - now a collaboration

Tim Smith

Dear old playboy Hugh was so full of life

A den full of bunnies and three hot wives

Mansion parties til dawn

Inhibitions forgone

Pleasures and performance without any strife

Jan Allison

All the bunnies are in floods of tears

Hugh was ‘Buck-King’ for so many years

Bunnies will stand around

When Hugh’s popped underground

In their grief they will throw in their ears!

*Feel free to add in comments or soupmail*

Poem Details | by shruti prabhu |
Categories: baby, birth, joy, mother

My nephew, my angel

Gazing into your angelic eyes
All around, echo your cries
With tiny feet, tiny palms
I cradle you, in my arms
From sunset until sunrise

Your pretty smile, I love to see
You mean the world to me
Care for you all day all night
Never let you be out of sight
On my mind, in my heart you be

When in grief with tears to hide, 
To seek advice or to confide, 
Your aunt will lend a patient ear, 
Or a shoulder to rest your tear, 
You will find me by your side

We've met just a while ago
Yet each other, we seem to know
Will always wish the best for you
May you succeed in what you do
Can't wait to see you grow

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Trump So Scared

Trump So Scared

Trump surely seemed to be so scared
Far out foe who is now orange haired
With whole world we will have to share
At him sit there and shall solemnly stare
Much grief from him must be beared.

Some things seem so profound and stringent
People with no pride having a penchant
To take chances and can completely clutter
Put together stupid things making us shudder
Who ironically informed me I am indignant.

So sometimes maybe we should subtract
Memories made by moron we don't want back
Ill advised already assembled all around
Can't dig deep for dog bone in a pound
Members of Congress have bags all packed.

Jim Horn

To be continued later.

Poem Details | by tammy cox |
Categories: god,

Saved mind

I laid my head down
to try and sleep
My heart was heavy and
my thoughts were deep
I reflected on my life and 
how far I had come
My emotions were so tense
I began to feel numb
GOD  is my rock without
a shadow of doubt 
He brought me to and
fro and round about
Looking back on the times
of grief and despair
He saved my life because
of how much he cares
My salvation was paid by
a heavy price 
So that I can rest with 
peace at night
My eyes became heavy
as I smiled and said
Thank you GOD for the
for the blood you shed

Tammy Arrowood 3/06/2017?

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

Poem More Than Mere Platitude and More

Platitude is a remark or statement, especially one 
with a moral content, that has been used too often 
to be interesting or thoughtful

Poem More Than Mere Platitude

This poem is more than mere platitude;
McCain always did have great attitude;
Heaven waits;
Open gates;
Must give our prayers with gratitude.

Jim Horn

To Remove Grief Must Release Relief

When we will want to  remove grief,
We surely must release much relief,
Too over hold;
Never scold;
Bring no chip on shoulder or a beef.

Jim Horn

Trump is just seeing how much he can
push his power and exceed his authority.
This is typical of a person with an inferiority
complex trying yo overcome his or her