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

27.02.16

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  





comp entry 18032016


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?