Limerick Poems About Hate | Hate Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: poetry,

Love Me Or Hate Me

"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick

I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and run"

Some think of me as inconsequential
To the haughty I am nonessential
It's a thought I refute
And would gladly dispute
Cuz nothing I say is confidential

I read Jan's limericks about Tess Tickle
But did you know Tess spent her last nickle
Buying new underwear
Cause she hadn't a spare
She kept leaking in some sort of trickle

Tess had a good friend with the name of Neve
Cheated by keeping aces up her sleeve
She thought she was smart
Until she got caught
That taught her it doesn't pay to decieve

And then there was the one they called Maisy
Made faces that caused her to look crazy
One day her eye got stuck
And she looked like a duck
So now everyone calls her Miss Daisy

There once was a gal whose name was Mary
Wore wings pretending she was a fairy
Then I swear on my word
She flapped 'em like a bird
And started singing like a canary

Heard them tell about a gal named Sally
Made money hanging out in the alley
But then she got greedy
With those who were seedy
It was curtains in her grand finale

I used to know a chesty lass named Pam
She had to tote them around in a pram
Then had an operation
A booby castration
I heard she now goes by the name of  'Sam'

Did you hear about the one called Yvette
She can't remember and started to fret
It made me want to cry
I can't figure out why
Umm.umm.I'm too old and tend to forget

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funnyhorse,

A Horse To Hate

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
and at night sometimes he visits me.
His attacks to my thigh
make me think I might die.
Wild "Charley Horse" acts horribly.

For he comes out of nowhere, so fast!
And he brings a sharp pain like a blast.
I scream like a loon
hit by a harpoon.
Then my husband awakens aghast!

But my hubbie can’t help meThat horse,
though invisible, has such great force!
How I love my reprieves
when the little beast leaves.
But his kind never stays gone, of course!

My poor calf he attacked in a pool
while I swam, and I felt like a fool
as I floundered around.
Well, I could have drowned!
He’s a mean little horse and a ghoul.

He’s got kin, and they all like the game
of bringing folks painOne has fame
of attacking your womb
in a hospital room.
Now THAT one puts Charley to shame!!

By Andrea Dietrich

(note to those who do not know this common
 American expression: Charley Horse is a leg cramp
and all the his kin are assorted types of cramps!)

For PD's "Any Poem Goes" Contest

Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: dedication, depression, life, lost

Borderline Poster Child

Who am I, oh, who am I? Just a poser child Borderline? A series of bold contradictions Led on by doctors false predictions Diagnosing all the time... Angry outbursts fill the air, Throwing objects everywhere, They drug me up, because they're lazy It's too much work to help the crazy I hate the pills, but they don't care Take the drugs, and you'll feel better, We'll smoke some bud, and chill together But even if I smoked the weed Surely that's not all I need The lovely high won't last forever I get attatached to everyone, But when they get too close, I run So many arrows in my heart Cupid shoots, but then I part Not phased by all the wrong I've done So put me on more medication, I'll throw in some dedication, But even then it's not enough This emptiness is still too tough All that's left is contemplation

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: christmas, humorous,


You got a duff gift from your ‘mate’ Too large, in a colour you hate It simply won’t fit You’ll never wear it No nookie mate now you can wait! 12~28~14 A Quintain Christmas - Andrea Dietrich ~awarded 3rd place~

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: poetry, writing,

Limerick 6 - Song Bird

I write of sad things in my life for you, And win sometimes first place and this is true; Some hate my weeping words, That I write like a song bird; So I give me, a compliment or two. _________________________ June 20, 2015 Limerick Inspiration Quote: "When you cannot get a compliment in any other way, pay yourself one." Mark Twain For the contest, Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place

Poem Details | by Mick Talbot |
Categories: life,

INSPIRED BY JAN ALLISON - I know an amazing poetess named Jan

I know an amazing poetess named Jan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know an amazing poetess named Jan And composing limericks she sure can Especially about teachers Who rightly hate cheaters Exposing them is her very good plan!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: growing up, humorous, school,


During my time at high school I never once broke any rule I was quiet and shy Didn’t flirt with a guy Even if I thought he was cool     I was never ever great at sport Even though it was subject taught I was so very short That on the netball court I couldn’t reach the hoop and scored naught! At college I met a cute guy Both of us were terribly shy We went out to a gig But he lit up a cig I hate smoking - I wanted to cry! Contest:- Let’s Hear it Sponsor:- Judy Konos 02~08~16

Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: animal, funny, car, me,

The Vet

Heard them say that I’m off to the vet
It’s for my annual booster you bet
He is fetching the lead
Here he comes yes indeed
And into the car I do get

I do not like the car very much
Travel sickness I get just a touch
If they take me to far
I’ll be sick in this car
But I just can’t help it as such

We arrive at the vets safe and sound
I drag slowly for this I have found
It’s a waste of time 
Going to the vets is a crime
I’d rather be back in the pound

Now there putting me on the scale
The nurse says I’m as fat as a whale
This is no fun
I just want to run
But alas I must sit on my tail

At last I’m led into that room
I know that it not for a groom
They lift me on the table
For to climb I’m not able
At last I fear it is doom

The vet has moved round behind
That thermometer looks none to kind
He says it won’t hurt
In a manner that’s curt
Now the thermometer they cannot find

Next it’s the jab in the neck
I could bite him but what the heck
It’s all over now
It’s much worse for a cow
As I leave the surgery I wreck

Then just as I’m off to the door
I hear the vet say one thing more
He needs more exercise
To decrease his size
To hell with that that’s for sure

So back in the car to go home
I feel my mouth starting to foam
Then I’m sick on the floor
Someone open the door
In this car I just hate to roam

Now free of the car I need the loo
The fresh green grass will do
As I open my bowel 
The smell is quite fowl
The thermometers there in my pooh

So home again I will take to my chair
Relax and unwind as is fair
Too much stress for today
Just want to sleep and lay
For the exercise I just do not care

So my trip to the vet I’ve relayed
My owner took me and has paid
So leave me in peace
All wrapped up in my fleece
For my sleep has to long been delayed

Poem Details | by Viv Wigley |
Categories: relationship,

Love and Hate

LOVE and HATE it can often be said
in relationships, share the same bed
if you're really quite shrewd
you can work out her mood-
either lipstick or bruise on my head!

Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: introspection

a divorce was the best thing for me then

kitten left for cat
i got the knife in my back
no she can't come back

when we were married she did'nt cook or clean
fact is: she was only good for one thing
when she left i cried and cried
maybe once or twice thought of suicide
many years latter it was realized
my divorce was really a reward in disguise

i cannot say i hate you, but i will not be your friend
it was very distasteful, the way you treated me in the end

( for the divorce club contest)

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous, prejudice,

Prejudices Will Not Be Tolerated

Of being prejudiced Clyde was accused,

   Leaving his reputation a tad bruised.

      "If I'm hateful, so be it,

         But I hasten to admit,

            I hate pizza with anchovies", he mused!

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: business, funny, life, philosophy,

Lemmings never pay the phone company

"Tree huggers” use AT&T
The human cost catastrophe
On the horizon
Like text from Verizon
Is sent with the speed of 4G
Pollution's still booked at no 
And Earth’s expenses neatly tossed
Off the balance sheet
With a "Sprint" so complete
The effects on nature seem lost 

Yes EPA rules do offend
Those who crave Earth’s wealth without end
They claim to hate debt
But have seen nothing yet
Like phone bills "T-Mobile" might send! 

Author's note:  It seems ironic and strange that debt haters (like tea party supporters, for 
example) and those who are pushing more reliance on fossil fuel and less "subsidy" for 
renewables (Romney/Ryan for example) support the continuation of policies and 
practices that will damage the environment and that will hurt future generations They are 
pushing growth and not pushing conservation I would have more respect for them if 
they talked about the costs as well as the benefits of their plans I wonder if it might just 
be a scam to reward large corporations for the short term and stick it to the rest of us for 
generations That would be nothing new.

Poem Details | by Nyonglema Pisoh |
Categories: africa, hate, history, home,

The Grass is Greener

We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we comeSo much is true.

But as much as this truth I hold as true as sunlight,
I know that painful times will time to time alight
When with bitter phlegm you curse
The earth where you breathed first
And wish your day of birth were scratched by He with might.

I knowSame feelings have plagued my adult soul
And the wish for better home to make each day whole
Has been dashed by shameful news,
Where Hope, seeing Hitler, and 94’s Hutus,
Needs to hide its youth to stall the death toll.

But amidst pain, hate and bottled despair rife
There’s the rare love, innocent and hardly grasping to life.
For here, we can give our all
When we choose to keep you from a fall.
We really do it: humble, loving…just like the Lord’s life.

Yes, it’s easier to perceive the weeds in one’s garden
For the pastures beyond gleam in our myopia, hiding their burden.
And seeing that weed can cast a shadow
On all that’s sweet, but cause much ado
About the bitter parts, and it day by day your heart will harden.

Think of the evening breeze on the night grill,
Feeding the flames of a delicious family fish meal.
Think of hitting the unadulterated
Lands of hills where ancient rivers percolated
And happy goats skip, and cattle graze and one can feel

Life whizzing through rustling leaves of dancing old tree or reed,
Playing the music our ancestors learned to read,
Making your lungs touch their purpose,
Dazzling your eyes like a Jabbawockeez pose,
The music we’ve forgotten as we focus on some RSS feed.

Think of the youths wise with tradition re-enacting solemnly
The dances and music handed down from before when Ptolemy
Phrased ancient philosophical data,
To the time of the expansive empire of Sundiatta
Beads stomping the dust frantically in musical poetry.

Picture the pure darkness which crowds the silent night air,
Unveiling the marvellous dotted and scattered there
In the moonlit heavenly canvas,
Watching us from light years past,
And we fascinated by the sparkling magic they share.

So to sum it all up, I know it cannot be perfect,
And sometimes I rant and make massive graffiti of its defects,
But this home my parents chose
Still draws my spirit close,
For the bond is deeper, far deeper than human senses can detect.

(c) Nyonglema

Poem Details | by Vicki Acquah |
Categories: funny, hilarious,

THE CLOWNS for contest

Once there were clowns in a circus, 
Whose clown's knew not of their purpose.
None, laughed at their tricks.
Nor their slaps and kicks; 

Because Nuns hate fracas, ruckus

Poem Details | by Mindy Gregersen |
Categories: sympathysad, time,

Dawn the Stalker, part 3

She devoted her time to poetry and blogs
Addressing his many nonexistent flaws
As if his was the family, being neglected
While she refused to address his rejection
And became something too sad to even mock

You see, Dawn had succumbed to her invective
Unmedicated and overprotective
But of all the wrong things -
The lies about herself she struggled to maintain
And an impossible dream objective

And so, Dawn rots away
Her own twisted mind's slave
Spending time on a man who will never love her
Of whose affections, she is quite sure
While the ones who do care about her are estranged

She thinks only of herself
And ignores her child's wails
Mocks her husband's needs
She is the epitome of greed
And of failing mental health

Her words against him are an inner reflection
Of the emptiness that has become her own life's direction
She gets more repulsive as she pines away
And her husband is tempted to stray
But she thinks he is a fool to her deception

And most of us caught in her narrative live on
While she babbles like a moron
Taking her hate and lies wherever she can
To try and further convict an innocent man
Oh, what a sad old witch, that Dawn!

Poem Details | by Justin Time |
Categories: death, how i feel,

Big Fat Looser

I Am a Big Fat Looser

Oh I am a big fat looser
I don’t deserve to live
I need someone to take a Gun
And shoot me till I’m dead

Yes I am a big fat looser
I really want to die
I’m looking for a violent guy
To shoot me in the eye

Oh I am a big fan looser
I really have to say
If this is life I realize
I hate it every day

Yes I am a big fat looser
And life is just the pits
I am a guy that wants to die
Not live another day

Oh I am a big fat looser
I really hate this life
If you the one don't have a gun
Then maybe use a knife

Yes I am a big fat doofus
I really have to say
If suicide is painless
Well then maybe that’s the way

Oh I am a big fat doofus
I live in misery
But I don’t have the courage
Or I’d blow myself away

I really am a doofus
I’ve one more thing to say
If anyone is listening
Then shoot me right away
So I can die today

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: satireevil,

What the Radical Religious Rabble Rousers Are Thinking

All of Islam deserves our hate
Unlike ours—this faith can’t be great
The ground zero mosque
Is an evil kiosk
Our lord says to obliterate

What’s better than the Ku Klux Klan
And frightens the bad Taliban?
Yes—with a book roast
America will toast
Those evil who read their Koran

Burning books ain’t nothing to fear
Infernos are fun with a beer
So with drink all cheer—(hip hip hooray!)
To hate is nothing queer
Hitler did it—and he we revere

Categories: fun,


                               She hugged me and bit my earlobe
                        Scratched me and  pricked me with a probe
                                     That way she made love	
                                         I forgot my glove
                                Cactus my wife without a robe

                              I planted her in my bleeding heart
                            She came from Mexico with love tart
                               I was not careful with her spine
                              And drank from her goblet of wine
                         I should have known her skill of black art

Love or Hate pick a subject #2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Shadow Hamilton
Penned on 7th March 2015

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: funny, health, humorous, science,

the twist of the needle

Vaccines are all carefully made
To fight what should make us afraid
Some hate the syringe
And now they should cringe 
As hosts the bad germs could invade

Poem Details | by Christopher Bunton |
Categories: funny,

Coffee Master

I am the greatest coffee drinker.

The best wide awake thinker.

I drink my java,

hotter than lava,

always black I never tinker.

My Joe does not flow from a mug,

cause I down it from a gallon jug.

My coffee is the strongest,

and my buzz lasts the longest.

I hate to move slow, like a slug.

Christopher Bunton
Feb 7, 2012

For the ridiculous self exaggeration contest

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: computer-internet, funny

A Techno-Nightmare

Grandma sneered at my computer in awe;
Contempt did build and it stuck in her craw.
     Said it was the devil’s work,
     The new keys drove her berserk.
She claimed they had to be against God’s law.

“What do these things mean, page up and page down?”
So she pressed “escape,” continued to frown
     All of my work had been lost
     And I was growing quite cross
In my cussing, grandma started to drown

“Why did you hit escape?” I had to ask.
“Now I must begin anew this tough task.”
     She responded politely,
     “I hate this technology
And wanted you to "escape" Satan’s grasp!”

*For Natalie's "Talkin' Technology" contest

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funnyhate, horse,

Just Horsing Around with Limericks

(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horsesThanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!

Horses Have Ears, Ya Know

“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.

Pony Up

“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”

In Our One Horse Town

We love ostrichesHaven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is queer.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!

For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest

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

A ''small'' improvement

Equal pay for all they’ll abort 
It’s the mantra of our Supreme Court
Now some have health care
Marry off any pair 
But keeping us poor is their sport

Author's note: To be fair, the "Affordable Care Act" does (through subsidy) re-distribute some wealth That is why certain politicians hate it!  BTW, it's great for the insurance companies and is not the way real health care should be set up It is, however, an improvement over what we had before In a similar vein, extending rights to gay people (which is a good thing) also may help them economically So, a small but important victory has occurred.

n the grand scheme of things, the inequality that pervades our society is getting worse The politicians say that we have to allow everyone to have expectations and opportunity for improvement When I hear that statement, I think of trickle down economics How can it be anything else when big money owns politics?

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: computer, dream, humorous, ,

What Do Computers Daydream About

What do computers daydream about?
   Do they wish they talk back or shout?
Without a disc drive,
It would not survive,
   I’m sure it does hate to be cleaned out!

Wonder what floats above in the cloud,
   a long nap, is it even allowed?
“shut off my darn screen!
You’re only thirteen!
   Stupid YouTube is up way too loud!!!”

I’m sure it gets sick of that Minecraft,
   it would much rather float on a raft,
videos and games,
life’s just not the same,
   “now kids pick me over doing crafts!”

Sincere photos and cards are printed,
   a cute little game played by a kid,
“sometimes it’s worth it,
they quietly sit…
   but I wanna close just one eyelid!”

Remember Commodore Sixty-Four?
  “The good old days! I wish I had more!
Way before email,
was slow as a snail,
   what’s all this technology good for???”

“Please press the button for pause or mute,
   even though you think my mouse is cute,
I’m so tired tonight,
Laura, p l e a s e  don't write...
   too exhausted to even compute!”

*Written to my poor, worn out and exhausted 4 year old laptop who just told me last night he is almost too pooped to participate* Date Written: August 20, 2016

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

Paper or Plastic

And It's Better for the Environment Too!(that's my real title!!)

If somebody asks you to place
a bag on your headWhat disgrace!
You’re too chatty, I bet,
or maybe worse yet.
they might just hate seeing your face!

Choosing plastic I think you will hate
(though for stopping one’s talking it’s great).
Plastic over your head,
and you’re going to be dead.
Using plastic makes folks suffocate!

Here’s advice I'd give to you guys:
In a paper bag poke little eyes.
You’ll be able to view
things, but we won’t see YOU,
And above all, nobody dies!!

For Susan Burch's contest: Plastic or Paper?

Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: food, funny

Veggie Tray

My veggie tray's selection was unique.
'Twas still offered to a jittery sheikh
Who hopped from foot to foot,
Ignoring the ginger root,
Took an onion, saying, "Gotta take a leek!"

He ran off to the loo speedily.
Later on, he returned back to me.
Assessed my tray and proceeded
To eat a pod that was seeded.
I asked him, "Tell me sir, how was your pea?"

We laughed, and guffawed, and made a fuss
At the playful double entendre between us.
He said with a wink,
"I'd hate to think
What you'd say if I had the asparagus!"

Poem Details | by John Monteblanco |
Categories: lifeme, me,


Astrologists were wrong when they said I never show my emotions.
I've always been the outcast and the crybaby of the family but poetry is my devotion.
I don't care who knows or finds out about my secret love.
My emotions can't set me free from this cage like the whitest dove.
Should I keep going or stop my writing motion?

God was wrong when he sent me to be born on September Eleventh.
I'm nothing like a Virgo, please just call me an Amaranth.
War, love, and hate describe me on any given day.
When I look at her, the war ends and I'm tempted to stay.
In my mind I'm another ordinary kid that arrived the umpteenth.

Categories: fun, funny, nonsense,

disposable organ

                                          “You need a disposable organ
                                      Said his glum doctor Guten Morgan
                                              "I need  meditative piss"
                                          "I hate oil and amber-grease"	
                                    "You can use cheese into the bargain"

Poem Details | by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: angel, caregiving, faith, friendship,

For what purpose

Contradictory remark consists of abusive material.
destruction in relations to develop blaming serial.
Love and trust fires hate and jealous for what purpose!
good friend or partner become enemy with anger dose,
relation cracks as earthquake disaster a concrete building.

Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: blessing, love,

Wanting of a soul

Wanting of a soul

Closer we came in love, for want of souls,
No trials, was sentenced a desired gaol,
Each breath in his detention renewed my life,
Vetoed cynicism, that put an end to all strife,
No wonder I didn't plead for a parole !

Written March 9th, 2015
On subject " love"
For contest "Love or hate pick a subject #2" by Shadow Hamilton 

Awarded 3rd place

Poem Details | by Adam Hapworth |
Categories: funny,

Years First Swing

My white ball resting upon its tee.
I approach it this first time with glee.
Swing the club and, SMACK!
Club head hits my back.
Ball still here? Worms near by hate me!

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

Holiday Shopping Course; Don't Forget the Pad!

Grab your bag, your husband and your dad,
Get ready to shop for this year’s fad,
Set your clocks; Black Friday is near,
Squint up a face that shows no fear,
Dawn brass knuckles, long nails and note pad.

Be the first at the Mall store, mate,
Pack a snack, stay all night and wait,
When the door unlocks run in, shove and scream,
A scare tactic that’s worked on me it seems.

Finger nail scratches are what I hate from those dames,
While you’re running in seeming slow mo for the newest games,
Stay on your feet men, survive and keep up the pace!
Or drop in the stampede and they’ll stomp your face!
The note pad? They need it for kicking butt and taking names!

for Carolyn's contest:

Poem Details | by Germaine Elliott |
Categories: lost love,

The MARKed Truth

The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth

The jokes on you, I was fine 
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.

Every word from my pink lips 
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No wish from God above
I played you with all my tips

hate the player hate the game
No matter it's all the same
The one biggest lie 
I'm sure u will cry
You've only yourself to blame

Germaine Pasley

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: caregiving, education, funny, happiness,

Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations ..... to this darn nation

                                            economic woes  ..... our money goes

                                                      all we are is...  numbers

                                                      to good ole.....Uncle Sam

                                             don't you just hate being called.....sometimes

Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject

Poem Details | by Kristenna Gaylord |
Categories: devotion, passion

Lovers live to hate

A hot steamy, winter day.
Made two hateful lovers stray.
For together they were apart.
But, apart they lived with dead hearts.
They were visible by the fade

With a final blow, they forever killed.
The contained blood, spilled.
They hated to love.
They admitted this was undreamed of.
Together they emptied a cup by getting it filled.

Because they were only attracted by pushing away
Those two hateful lovers did stray.
By looking the other away they faced each other
They choose to love than hate the rather
So they both lived to kill today.

Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funny

Anoying Buggers

Uh grasshopper I hate what you do
My lawn you sit and you chew
My spray called zits
It kills bloody knits
With my slipper I whip your ass to Timbuktu

Poem Details | by benjamin grimm |
Categories: angst, funny, life, me,


Sandra was ready to PLAY
but she told me to go far AWAY
A beauty school QUEEN
would be embarrassed to be SEEN

"You're just not my type,Rodger...if ya know what I MEAN?!" I am not quite the STUD
But at least i'm no Elmer FUDD
Nerds hate to be picked out
however,they are no stick in the MUD

She cherishes RICK
Even though he acts like a -ICK
His Abs are lean and MEAN
A Tom Selleck lookalike MACHINE

They like to blow FACE
and spray me with her can of MACE
This four-eyed man with his pocket protector
Just got burnt by Society's perfect RACE

A chump out of SCHOOL
He is forever a FOOL
The Lasses want tight ASSES
Not a simpleton who can't help but DROOL

The world can kick THEE
Middle-class bullies  still pick on ME
I only answer to the man(upstairs)
He's the only one to set me FREE

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: life, lost love,

All the Days We're Apart

You think you have killed my heart
Ending everything like my thought
Little do you know
My hate does it show
I feel better all the days we’re apart

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Sidney ~ LeeAnn's "A valentine Limerick~..." contest


Poem Details | by MICHAEL ROGERS |
Categories: allegory, faith, people, social,

broken thighs

                                                        In a misty morn
                                                       as I trottle to work
                                                      Some mean teens
                                                     have nicknamed me:
                                                       YOU STUPID JERK
                                                      They hate four-eyed people
                                                      Respecting Mother Nature
                                                      communing with God
                                                      In the sacristy of his steeple
                                                      Throwing eggs on his face
                                                      to pinch a hidden nerve
                                                     Myron,the 6 footer
                                                    threw me upon the curve
                                                    Above me,this country's flag
                                                    yet they call me a FAG
                                                   YOU'RE TOO WIMPY FOR THE CALL
                                                   as they placed me against the wall
                                                   Numbers outweigh the mild and the meek
                                                  Reasoning can't help as I continue to speak
                                                 All the world belongs to macho guys
                                                 give him a wack and a couple of broken thighs

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: funny, may,

Know the Difference

There’s a fine line between hate and love,
Defined by the Heavens above.
Or that man that you hate
May someday be your mate
And fit like your hand to your glove.

A fine line that cannot be seen
When nice has been turned into mean.
What was ugly is pretty
And the dumb are now witty.
A blessing where once grew obscene.

Intentions are not always pure
And the badness good manners obscure.
So before you decide
You will stay for the ride
Know opposites still have allure.

When you open the shell for the meat
You may find it is not fit to eat.
Before paying money
For hive full of honey,
Be sure the bee’s larder’s replete.

Let head rule your heart on first date.
Or villain you may over-rate.
For I am telling you
And I know it is true
There’s a fine line between love and hate.

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: emotions,

Babe I Hate To Go

John Denver's “Leaving On A Jet Plane” “Babe I hate to go” was the sad refrain Have second thoughts Too hasty I talked Slowing down a bit but methinks I'll remain

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: angst, humorous, technology,


I really hate predictive text It makes me think my phone’s been hexed Try to type in a word The suggestion’s absurd! It’s annoying, I’m pretty vexed 03~16~17

Poem Details | by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: funny

What was I thinking...

Down into the water I go,

    Floating to the croc pit, below…

        What was I thinking,

          I must have been drinking,

             This is why I hate playing GIJoe...

~For the "To Die For" Limericks Contest~

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, bullying, crazy,

life with Trump XIV

Tarzan could yodel with a beat
A whale can sing melodies sweet
But Donald is mean
His mouthpiece the machine 
That disseminates hate with a tweet

Poem Details | by lim'rik flats |
Categories: business, places, travel,

Nipton California

There's a place down California way
Where I once perchance did stay
In a tent
with cheap rent
Next to the trains making hay

Whilst cimbing the grade to Las Vegas
And beyond that land of lost wages.
With city goods.
"Must buy" shoulds.
(The marketing cry for all ages.)

To say Nipton, the town, was a ghost,
Would surely not be a boast.
Nipton needed a boost,
Not unlike getting goosed,
Or Nipton soon would be toast.

Enter the much-maligned weed,
Some folks hate and some need.
Hit 'n miss,
But good to the very last seed.

The little old town of Nipton
Is now in a leveraged position.
Bought by a Pot
Company who ought
Make a fortune from its acquisition.

Los Angeles is just down the hill.
Uphill's the city of thrills,
(Where what happens stays,
While unleashed people plays)
Will folks zero in for the kill?

On Nipton, the once defunct town,
Now wearing the "smoke-it-here' gown?
Get high here!
Never fear.
Marijuana's now legal, don't frown.

Btw, if you choose to partake,
And a trip to Nipton you take,
Bring some ear plugs.
Those choo-chooey chugs
Will give you a major headache.

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

Blocks View of His Feet

Blocks View of His Feet

Trump not only is total loss but also complete;
Speaks same words several times and will repeat;
Ignorant sign off;
Retarded slightly above,
And big belly does block view of his both feet.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC 28422

4385 cdd Pick Pocket Preacher
Thursday August 3, 2017
Volume 18 Number 155

Today's Author: Pastor Bill

Christian Cross Ministries Participant TSfrom Republic, Missouri contributed financially in support of today's cddThank you - PTL! pb

Scripture: Leviticus 19:13
"You shall not cheat your neighbor, nor rob him" NKJV

A Note of interest from Pastor Bill
Our expansion of Cross planting throughout the world has been a wonderful blessingBut along with expansion comes challengesPastor Cosmas from Nairobi, Kenya traveled for us to the Congo planting 2 crosses and experienced major spiritual oppositionHis journey took 3 times longer than planned and spiritual opposition was stiffBut the Lord prevailedTwo Crosses were planted in the Congo "Declaring God's Glory." Upon his return Pastor Cosmas found that his pictures were corruptedJust another example of the opposition from our enemyThe pictures you will see for this Cross were sent during construction and are not the best qualityBut as always "To God Be all the Glory." Please continue to pray for the 90 Crosses --- we are just beginning --- our entire team needs your prayerpb Cross Giving Click Here

Hello, my name is Uwbikiye Jean Pierre with the Church of God, Goma, CongoI was born in a family of eight childrenWe were five boys and three girlsMy father died while I was still young, I am the sixth in our familySo, we were left with my mother, life was difficult and challengingI felt strangled by poverty so I ran away from home when I was fifteen and became a street boyOn the street, I was introduced to drugs, unclean living and stealingThis became my way of life for five years

When I was twenty a preacher came to my home town of Goma with a Christian CrusadeThe street gangs were excitedA large crowd was just what we needed to get drug money by picking pocketsWe all gathered at the crusade and dispersed among the peopleBut for me this day would be differentThis day I heard what the preacher was sayingHe talked of the love of God and he said that love verses hate is a choiceMy life was full of anger, bitterness and hateI had never experienced love in my life

For the first time, I was very attentive to every word the preacher saidIt was as though he was talking only to me amid all the peopleI knew I was there to pick pockets but I couldn't do itThe more I heard the more love filled me until I was overflowingThe preacher reached the end of his talk and asked, "Does anyone want to live this kind of love with Jesus Christ? If so come forward." I rushed forward and gave my life to Jesus.

Local pastors from all over the city were invited to the meetingWe were asked to find a pastor near where we livedI didn't know any of the pastors so I asked around and found one from my local Church of GodIt was close by and I became committed to it.

At first it was not easy for me because my friends tried to pull me back to the street with drugs and stealingBut I was determined not to let go of the love of Jesus

To make a long story short, my friends started calling me the church rat --- meaning the church was everything to me and became my homeI started carrying instruments to different parts of city for crusades, I was helping and participating in every church activity that came alongThe Pastor taught me the skill of carpentry --- he really took me under his wing while mentoring me.

Time came I had to go back to my mother's houseI had to share the love of Jesus with her and my family and ask for forgivenessI walked in a changed man and the entire family received me and joined in loving JesusI met my wife and we were marriedWe started this church two years ago and Jesus has been faithful each step along the way

Thank you, Pastor Bill and Pastor Cosmas, for this CrossIt is so necessary to show our people how much Jesus loved us that He died for us on the Cross.   

You can see a picture of Pastor Jean Pierre (on the right) and Pastor Cosmas with this Cross 

Poem Details | by Michael Coy |

The Adventures of Enea, Part 6 of 13

Enea is Pope! (1)
It doesn’t look good.
There is restiveness around the ‘hood.
Naples is in turmoil, a bastard claiming the throne –
but is he even a bastard?  And isn’t he owned
by the French?  Cardinal d’Estouteville
is treating the Tiara as a done deal.
Has he really as good as won?
Then the Papacy’s off (again) to Avignon.

At the gates
of the Papal States
is a general with an army.
He’s irrupting through,
and proceeding to
slice the land up, like salami.

Piccinino knows
this is how it goes:
there’s no spine to the Holy See, see?
Let him take terrain
on the Umbrian plain –
but must we lose Assisi?

Worse incursions are happening than these.
Hordes of Persians and Medes and Pharsees
(the irrepressible Turk)
are making short work
of humanity’s treasury – Europe.

They’re going to sack Italy soon.
The Muslims took Athens in June.
(When you need it, where’s NATO?)
For the city of Plato,
the game is decidedly up.

When some prince claims a “national church”,
for his motive it’s not hard to search:
they’re stashing the cash for themselves
that once weighed-down the Vatican shelves,
thereby leaving the pope in the lurch.

North Europe views Rome with disdain,
and for reasons not pure, but profane.
Their domestic corruption
brooks no interruption –
they just hate being Ultramontane.

Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: candy, writing,

I'm Just Too Nice for My Own Good

Y’all, I don’t need no stinkin’ contests            
each day to elicit my best   	
The fragrance of flowers
or feel of spring showers
inspireThen I write with great zest.

Site challenges are no delight!
I’ve found them to cause mental blight!
It’s sights of leaves falling,
big smiles, or babes crawling
I may describe in my next write.

I’ve made it quite clear, I suppose,
that contests make me hold my nose!
Though prodding’s not needed,
I often HAVE heeded
site prompts--which inspire me to doze!

If contests are things I despise,
why do I compete for the prize?
I don’t value winning.
You won’t see ME grinning
if I placeI won’t dramatize.

I’m just so darned selfless and kind!
When I read those new prompts, I find
I desire to comply.					
With a deep, weary sigh,
pen in hand, I get down to the grind.

Obliging in all of my dealings,
I do things I don’t find appealing.
For instance, there’s candy,
I eat ‘cause it’s handy,
and I’d hate to hurt Hershey’s feelings!

July 19, 2018

Contest Title: We Don't Need No Stinkin' Contests

Sponsor:  John Lawless

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: silly,

Eat Worms

Apparently eating worms is a delicacy in some nations So if you tell someone to go eat worms, better know their location Dangerous on the Internet Some friends you just met Will love you or hate you, it could damage your relations

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

Response To Question About Trump

Response To Question About Trump

Whole place up I sure hate to stink,
But about Trump what do you think?
Approach holistic;
We went ballistic;
So flush him down hole in kitchen sink.

Trump Said Great

Trump did try to make  America great,
And he has come back again oh great;
When he did drop by,
We never  knew why,
Remove from office would be so great.

Jim Horn

Explored and  found Trump excoriable;
Supporters  were distinctly deplorable;
After drawing cards,
We had low regards;
Always did end up  being incorrigable.

Jim Horn

A Big Barrage

What they saw was  a beligerent barrage,
Of pictures contained in a cruddy collage;
Some good or bad;
Others glad or sad,
And all the  ugly ones did want to dodge.

Jim Horn

Annihiliated and Devistated

Not only had we been already  annihiliated,
And by belligerence did become devistated;
Alternate fact,
Was a wise crack;
Men saying they have periods is prevaricated.

Jim Horn

Trump Again Wants To

Trump has wanted to make  America great;
He returned and came back again oh great;
He started spewing;
Something brewing;
He burned his butt while  sitting on a grate.

Jim Horn

Comparing Checking Account

Comparing  checking  account with the last,
All of the  accumulated  bills had surpassed;
Picked up my pin,
And broke  again;
Huge debts deliberately ended up very vast.

Jim Horn

Wife Business At Christmas

Again has  become another costly  Christmas;
Will take care of some more woman business;
And me amazes,
So many places;
We went on cruise to Panama including Ismus.

Jim Horn