Limerick Poems About Loss | Loss Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: football, humor, sports,

Eulogy for a Quarterback's Reputation

We're angry!  What sports fan can blame us?

There hasn't been one loss for Jameis

     But off-the-field ruckus

     Makes sportscasters muck us

Once famous, now Jameis just shames us



*Written November 13, 2014 about Florida State University quarterback Jameis Winston 


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: anxiety, car, grief, humor,

My Wife went Shopping Yesterday

My wife went shopping yesterday Posted missing what do the police say Her weight color and eyes Please tell me he cries I need to know for the missing's display Hey dude can you help me a little more I know the more you tell hurts you sore Was she slim was she fat As a matter of fact For this loss I'm feeling you adore What kind of car was she in when she went Did you own or was it a rent C'mon, don't be a schmuck She stole my lovely truck Charge her for this felony dissent Hey dude, we apologise for this run of luck Describe her, for your so out of luck "Brand new Stealth Black 2015 Ford F150 Raptor 4x4 with eco-boost 5.4L V8 engine special ordered with manual transmissionBlack ARC bullbar with winch and LED driving lights. Rock sliders and snorkelIt has custom matching black canopy over the truck bed. Hayman Reece towing packageI added a 4" lift kit with stealth black special alloy wheels and 3.5" off-road Mickey ThompsonsCustom leather seats and RM Williams floor matsDVD with HEMA navigation system, 21 channel CB Radio, six cup holders and four power outlets. She even scratched the door, as he fills up,,,, Don't worry buddy, we'll soon find your truck . Another request to Limerick another Joke. A little different from the norm, but who gives a truck ;-)


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 Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: humor, rain,

Gimme Shelter

A strong hurricane blows across the beach

My umbrella turns inside-out; I screech!

     Broadcasting from a cell phone

     Rain pelts and there’s no tone

For the first time I’m at a loss for speech


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: funny, nature, seasons

Mosquito Pete, The rip Off

    Mosquito with a bloody mission

Taking what's mine without permission 

      Loss of blood and a bump
      Itchy scratch with a lump

  Donation of blood, no commission 






Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: friendship,

As I feverishly Write



John John's waitings must feverishly write A day without John John that's just not right We talk every single day Never a loss for what to say Each day we babble on in the early morning light


Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: blue, poems,

Why Is Our Sky Blue

We shouldn't be concerned why
      why is this sky so blue 
                        I
            haven't got a clue,
You make me feel uncertain why
    shall I rejoice, in my sorrow
I trusted you, while you let me down
    so now I face tomorrow sadden,
   by our loss of mistrust, so I frown
not to smile, no smile, no smile,
  for I am blue over you, whom blew it,
   say, misery needs company, our sky
                    You,
                  Me Too


Poem Details | by Demeter Edwards |
Categories: lost love, sorry, me,

My heart is closed

My heart is closed and will never open again, because it have been hurt it have been stifled
by whom? a girl I thought was precious to me, played me and tarnish my heart and reputation
I know it is not right for revenge but for the fortunate things I have done for her
will not go in thoughts or memories but will surely be avenged
she broke my heart
she threw away my love
I thought she was my desire
she who I aspire
love sometimes can be a heart-ache but what she have done to me should be termed as cruelty, sadness
which have lead my love in darkness
never to love again
from here my love has decayed "HOOPS" it has rotten, vanquish never again to return to the bright light
a love that has now hidden behind a shield, can you believe this? so many times have been wasted 
for who?
a girl who used my love for her own purpose
my love was just for her
just for her
and look what happen I am in pain
a loss received no gain
it's over the truth is no longer concealed your lying has now been revealed
do you know how I really feel?
a heart broken
a love that will never be the same 
shove away by you in disgrace and shamed, all along you were using me as your toy, your little puppet
your self-driven casino game, there is no one to blame 
but myself
who became blind by love from the beginning
and was quite foolish to see this not coming, you rip my heart apart 
then you quickly took away yourself like a plane you depart
you broke my heart when the moving vehicles collide
which signaled that your fake love would slide
from the start you knew what you were doing you slowly plan a plot
and quickly took your stride
yes! you have surely won, you have taken away my pride
GOODBYE! it's sad to know my love has died.




Demeter Edwards


Poem Details | by Angie Mae |
Categories: caregiving, death, devotion, friendship,

Remains and Residue of Love

56 years

Now he lives on the 8th floor, 
she lives on the sixth

2 floors, 
two buttons, 
and 20 feet away


He travels 
by cane

Relieved 
they don't make those things 
out of saw-dust, 
she lives 

2 buttons, 
two floors, 
and 20 feet away


Too much momentum 
to spin her attempts, 
he waits for her guide downstairs.

Paces in front of the window each day, 
and when she makes her move, 
he hurries down 
-well, he tries- 
so she won’t assemble outside, 
unaccompanied

Always wondered what they talked about, 
perhaps the loss of their only daughter 
thirty years ago

perhaps not.

That other day 
she sat alone, 
and I thought 

..he may have just had taken a nap..
and as she rested there waiting, 

she joined him, 
in the only way she could.



Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: anti bullying, fear, freedom,

Limericks crochetes: All the trappings of the rough-neck cult

Limericks crochetés : All the trappings of the rough-neck cult

All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
Baby-faced blond Aryans exult
Under star-striped umbrella
State seal insignia
Some Dad yells « OUT », muscle-men catapult

Can SUN also set in the Wild West
Where the cash – the Man says – will come to rest
How many will share wealth
How many get free health
Deplete coffers for great job conquest ?

The tragic loss of a rising star
O ! Mark « Blond » face ! He’ll shine yet afar !
Blocked not by Destiny
But by peer fear envy :
Winsome mien sage’s ears passion galore !

© TWignesan – Paris,  2016


Poem Details | by Charline Wan |
Categories: political,

Rob Ford

There was a man named Rob Ford,
He ran Etobicoke Ward.
Now that he’s mayor,
He still can’t play fair,
Waging a political war.

Our whole fortune’s fee cannot pay,
For those pills you’ve put away.
Weight loss is a scam,
Your scale’s in a jam.
Just leave your office, okay?

Buses rarely have delays,
Just give Karen Stintz her way.
Underground is bad,
Makes us riders mad.
Just leave your office today!

“No bike lanes on roads!” you vow.
Same-sex marriage you’ll disallow.
Those rules you conceive,
Make you seem naïve.
Just leave your officeRight now!
 
Your platform promises more.
“Cut taxes!” “Build homes!” you swore.
Your dreams are unreal,
Your plans not ideal.
Come now, I’ll show you the door.


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Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: funny

THE BULGE

Losing weight is a Summer tradition
To get myself in good swimsuit condition
        But it seems that my fate
        Is I start it too late
so instead of a loss - there's addition!  



Poem Details | by Shelby Wiser |
Categories: friendshipme, friend, me,

Friend like you

Written with pencil
Sealed with a kiss
If your my friend answer me this.
Are we friends or are we not ? 
You told me once but I forgot
So tell me now and tell me true 
So I can say im here for you.
Of all the friends ive ever met, 
Your the one I wont forget 
And if I die before you do 
Ill go to Heaven and wait for you 
Ill give the angels back their wings 
And risk the loss of everything 
There isnt a thing i wouldnt do 
To have a friend like you..


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: angst,

Another Loss By Hillary

Another Loss By Hillary

 A lot of people are upset about Hillary's loss
Politics should be kept out off of FaceBook just like out of church
I am really worried about TrumpStaff he is choosing are a bunch of has beensStock market is already being affectedWe are headed for some hard times.
The Bradley Effect and Closet voters highly affected the election.  They either told people that they would vote one way but voted another or they came out of the closet, voted, and returned back.
Many women gave into their husbands and went ahead and voted their way just to get them off of their backsGuess you could call it being hen-peckedWhat is going to happen when Trump has to go on trial in the cases of the 12 women abused? I had already heard long ago how Trump U
had taken advantage of people
Once in office Trump will have to expose his tax returnAll other previous Presidents did thisHis return is not going to be audited foreverActually, the only one being audited is the current one and he could have released all previous onesYou can actually go on line and see the income tax returns of all past Presidents
Comey will be under a Congressional investigation as to why he did what he did and when he did itHe broke the Hatch Act which I know about having been a Federal employeeWhat would have been really interesting is if Trump would have run as a Democrat and Hillary as a Republican
Trump wasn't really electedThe representative of the Republican Party was elected no matter who it had beenQualities, experience and education should be prerequisites not party affiliation
What amazed me is the higher your education and more satisfied you are, the more likely you were to vote for HillaryThe lower your education level was and less satisfied you were with the way things are the more likely you were to vote for TrumpThe more open your mind was the more likely you were to vote for Hillary as opposed to less likely voting for Trump
Often it is better to be safe than sorryWe may end up being sorry but I hope not.


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 Enik Fox |
Categories: warloss, loss,

Troops

As we fight we die
While we live we cry

Horrors and pain
Over soldiers slain

Not just soldiers but people with lives
With sons, daughters and wives

There not just another chess piece
For without them all hope would cease 

Our military is not just a whole 
Each man has a role

The loss of one should be the same as the loss of all
We should morn those who died at our nations call

Not just go on with our day
While we ignore the price they pay

We live in our little sheltered existence
Ignorant of what goes on in the distance

People die for our way of life
And we repay them with strife




                                         2/26/09


Poem Details | by Charles Sides |
Categories: loss,

Slick Limerick

Charlie built a big box, the home where he resides Just a poor starving poet whose last name is Sides His budget went over top Bottom line loss had to stop So they repossessed his box - top, bottom and sides


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: cat, conflict, for her,

FOOTLOOSE

She’s just footloose and fancy free Doesn’t have a husband like me She’s lazy and fat Just like her old cat I’m pleased she can’t sit on my knee! I’ve not seen her in over a year Its her loss - no I won’t shed a tear Thirty years with no work A real job she would shirk She’s made ill-health* her full time career! Inspired by Fancy Free but not for contest *For those of you who REALLY know me they will understand the meaning of this poem and its not about someone who is really ill just a fraud. 04~29~17


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

Trump Becoming Fatter and Fatter

Trump Becoming Fatter and Fatter

All Trump does is make us madder,
While scant brain still goes scatter;
A total loss and orange haired toad;
Changed from Morris to Trump code;
Finding him growing fatter and fatter
(Maybe one day will fall down ladder.)

Threw in last one for each time he 
walks down ramp from Air Force 
One so my wife said.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Volatile Veteran and Poet