Limerick Poems About Memory | Memory Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: children, poetry,

Juvenilia - My First Limerick

Some children sat down on the floor.
They sat till their bottoms were sore.
“We could each take a chair,”
said one boy sitting there.
“So then what are we waiting for?”

For the Juvenilia Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

Note: Around age 10 or 11, I had a teacher who taught us about limericks
I really loved it and had never written anything creative to my knowledge before that dayI have been searching my house to see if I kept my very first poem in any of my scrapbooks, but I must not haveI have had this little poem in my memory ever since that time, but am not exactly sure how I did my line 2, so I've created a new line two, though I don't think I was talking about "bottoms" in the fifth grade yet!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: bullying, humorous, irony,


A quiet teenager named Tina Had bullies use words to demean her But my memory lingers cos she stuck up two fingers then pushed them into the marina! 3/20/18

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: family, funny

A Joke on Ellie!

A Joke on Ellie!

There once was a boatman named “Ellie”
Laughter jiggled his belly like jelly.
He was a fun loving bloke.
That loved to play jokes.
Guess who played one on him; it was Kelly!

The joke that she played was great fun.
After his shave and a hair comb was done,
She carefully groomed his big feet
His snoring soon meant he did sleep.
Toenails UN-grimed, painted bright red…deed done!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010

Poetic form:  Limerick x2

Written in memory of my Grandfather Kelly is fictitious (smiles) but the story is not.

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: death, dedication, education, forgiveness,

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind

In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.PYou Are Not Forgotten

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: adventure, birth, blessing, humor,

Earth Round

There once was a messiah with crown
so heavy it caused him to frown
when he gave it away
some folks say to this day
it grew lighter while revolving around.

There once were most men with dementia
so heavy it caused them homophobic hornetia
when they co-operated away
women say to this day
they grew brighter while playing relentia.

There once was a species competitive
so heavy it paused their revolving co-operative,
when ego turned round
then eco rewound
and Earth grew collaterally revolutative.

There once was a Julian Jaynes,
he noticed our bicameral brains
our Left sends petitions
to Right's prime time conditions
so confluent brains think thru Memory's long strains.

There once was a Kuhn with a thistle
to explode seductive reason's reductive whistle,
he said transitions revolve
faster than status quo paradigms evolve
producing a more optimally cooperative new epistle.

There once was a Buckminster Fuller
who found competing economics quite politically duller
than intelligent co-operatives
for networking our ReGeneratives
to grow optimal Tipping Point rudders.

There once was a speaker of Tao
who noticed nature's patterns of Time,
he said that our space
carries time's bicameral memory of place
a Win-Win polynomial function of spacetime
or Lose-Lose monopolistic dysfunction of time's rhyme.

There once was a Gregori Perelman
who listened to Group Theory's binomial Time span
he stuck in a zero
and out plopped a Zen hero
for mythically logical transexual fans.

There once was a Clay Math dissonance
challenging polynomially irrational informance
it took a long time
to hear monomial's rhyme
Left's binomial balance evolves Right's polypathic abundance,

There once was a mathematician named Euler
who thought of time's space as co-ruler
prime relational function
forms places with gumption
convex over concave, zero eco-logic of Fuller.

We once were Yang rulers with crowns
so full YinYin co-arisingly frowned,
she begged for contentment
defined double-bound contentious-mint
to TipTop her smile 'fore She drowns.

We once struggled against pre-millennial Left-brain dominance
refusing to struggle with PostMillennial CoResonance
when we gave ego away
P=NP as spacetime's PolyEcoCultural Way
evolved enlightenment co-operating a round.

There once were co-messiahs with competing crowns
so heavy they caused us to wilt and frown
when we gave ego away
some ecocentric folks say Earth day
grew enlightened while solsticing around.

We once were all Yangers with crowns
so heavy they competitively frowned
when we mid-sized them away,
spacetime's eco-cultural way,
we rebirthed enlightenment, 
co-arising a TransParent Ground
as BiLateral Rivers Abound.

Categories: love,

Carmen Lucia Ruby

                                Peter loved his wife Carmen Lúcia
                             Their love 's color was tranquil fuchsia 
                                 Their love took shape in Mogok
                                    In depth of the Mother rock
                                     Big red ruby-poem of Gaia

The Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.Chas received one of the world's largest and finest ruby gemstonesThe 23.1 carats (4.62 g) Burmese ruby, set in a platinum ring with diamonds, was donated by businessman and philanthropist Peter Buck in memory of his late wife Carmen LúciaThis gemstone displays a richly saturated red color combined with an exceptional transparencyThe finely proportioned cut provides vivid red reflectionsThe stone was mined from the Mogok region of Burma (now Myanmar) in the 1930s.

Precious Stones and Gems - Poetry Contest 
Sponsor:Anthony Slausen
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Form: Limerick
Theme: Love, Ruby, Precious stone

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: baseball,

Stealing Home

A memory I'll NEVER forget, by crikey Jackie stealing home, my hero almighty Eleven at the time Baseball's ultimate crime Forever and always etched in my psyche (With the old Montreal Royals of the International League in 1946)

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: food, memory,


A river of scintillating tears did fall There was scarcely enough pumpkin pie for all The pie looked so belle I drooled at the smell A winter memory I can still recall Contest 5 word challenge sponsored by Timothy Hicks Pure fiction write I've never tried pumpkin pie! 05~25~16 Five words from my best poems list are: PUMPKIN SCINTILLATING BELLE WINTER RIVER

Poem Details | by catherine Reinke |
Categories: inspirational, nature, passion, seatree,

Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke

In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.

So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: adventure, funny, happiness, love,

My Sweet Ride

~ There once was a car that never did start it sputtered and spit and even did fart I love that car dear to lose it I fear I shall never forsake that quaint Dodge Dart Each memory of joy of days long ago still fill my heart in times I feel low you are my sweet ride for we stand side by side although our time spent is a time in-tow ~ "Contest" LOL

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: health, silly,

I Can Continue My Ballet

My sweet DrKimberley called me today I'll be here for a while, good to hear her say Need Vitamin B12 For memory health Thankfully though, I can continue my ballet © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: silly,

No Better Than A Cow

I'm on a big roll, so don't stop me now My best stuff can be seen just over the next brow Sometimes lose it quite quick Writing it down is the trick My memory stinks, it's no better than a cow

Poem Details | by Agnimitra Mishra |
Categories: age, allegory, autumn, bereavement,

The cycle of life

The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times
The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground
The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support
Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times
The love had forsaken the once tender leaves
It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away
The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun 
To dance to the tunes of singing gale
Alas it was their end of times
The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all
Asked his father, why this happened at all
"the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold"
Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all
For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory
The cycle of life and death will again swing
And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there

Poem Details | by D Bronowski |
Categories: pets, philosophy,

God or dog

I don’t understand the world, or what it is giving
Should I open my eyes and be there and then living?
I asked my dog and as memory recalls
He kept gently but thoroughly licking his balls

Categories: fun, funny,


                on a hummock of Tane
                        he Practiced legerdemain
                                 saw a  girl 
                                     had to whirl
                                        his trip down memory lane

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, on writing and

I know I Possibly Wrote It

There once was a memory man Who remembered all that he can So he wrote in a book Which was gone when he looked Now he's doubting his memory span

Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: life, lost love,



            We promised to be together for whole life
                Days should be dazzling on your glow
                Nights could sparkle as love would flow.
                 We could be ideal husband and wife,
                But destiny divided us with cruel knife.

                  I thought tears would run ceaseless
                   I could never forget my sweet heart.
                     I was shattered as we got apart.
                Time passed, memory faded merciless.
                       I forgot my peerless princess.

             On journey of life we again chanced to meet
                     Destiny brought us face to face
                    She appeared with wonderful grace.
               Oblivion released hidden tears to greet
                 my beloved,alive in my heart beat.


   Any poem contest      Eighth place
                          Sponsor Broken Wings

Poem Details | by Kate sparks |
Categories: age, funny, humorous,

a little old lady named kate

A little old lady named Kate
whose memory wasn’t so great
was pinched on the rear
by a man with a lear
said she sir, are we on a date?

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: hero,

Jackie Robinson

Growing up in Montreal, there were many great stars Loud cheers for the Royals were heard from the local bars The greatest of them all Jackie Robinson stood tall Jackie's memory remains always in our hearts

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: history, science,

Marconi Man

I'm Marconi, and I work with knobs
But this Techno just gives me the throbs
Printed circuits and boards
So much memory is stored
Gone are the days of hand jobs

Poem Details | by romeo naces |
Categories: introspection, seasons, time,

Echo of an Echo

           A quiet sound that lingers long with Time's every ebb, every flow,

                    memory is an echo of an echo heard faintly long ago;

                                                lonesome shore,

                                                like tales of yore,

               the waves of forgetting, of remembering just come and go.

Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: memory,

Lost one Limerick

Will write a Limerick I think Sought out some paper pen and ink By the time I did this My words had gone amiss Guess memory is on the blink
Penned 10 June 2017

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: nostalgia,



I am fearful of the nostalgia train
while tied to the tracks awaiting the pain
who wrote this history
‘tis always a mystery
for I’ve been mugged on memory lane


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: war


To kill all the Taliban clan
We’ll dig up a best in west plan
General Custer’s
Old memory musters
A last stand in Afghanistan

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory,

Remember Diddley Squat

When we get to the ripe old age of 80 plus Our memory can deceive us without much fuss Remember diddley squat Frustrates me a lot Oh to be young and virile with charm surplus

Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: appreciation, inspirational,



    The fundamental concept: Primary
     Mathematical theory: Binary.
             Digits zero and one
            only needed and none.
     All numbers set for function to carry.

     The physical devices are called hardware
     Collection of code in hard drive is software.
                    Programming, data process:
                   To prepare and to access:
     In running computer both work together             
     Just put queue of queries in computer
     Each will be answered by the wisdom master.
                  The unique memory bank
                  Storage unit on top rank
    Go to google: Type: Press the button’ Enter.’     
     'All 'dim ones and zeroes'  Contest by Brahn Bailley 

Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: humor,

Short Term-

There are times my long term memory is at home,
is quite frustrating when it packs its bags and roams, 
one second a thought pops in,
before I know it it's gone again,
dang I forgot the last verse to this poem!

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

Surely Seemed So Shocking

Surely Seemed So Shocking

Some things surely seemed so shocking;
Hitler military forces they were mocking;
All appeared to be adept;
Grunts doing goose step;
From my memory this I am blocking.

No feature do they have that will redeem;
A bunch of rowdy people in a regime
Down really all should simmer
Dark at night lights grow dimmer;
Never saw ray of hope or any beam.

How are we psychologically and sociology
wise supposed to take all of this in?

Jim Horn

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

Hell Just Outside of San Antonio

What we wonder is where will it all end, 
This poem to you thought I would send;
Limit there must be;
God set souls free
And about it what do we want to intend?

You can forward this to whoever you want to.

When I would arrive at an abyss, 
Would it really sound ludicrous; 
When I thought, 
Had got caught, 
Poem you wrote point did miss

Initiative is involved in the impact
Of how so sever we all will react
Weapons flow free;
Can kill you and me;
No longer able to remain intact.

Still am over 10.

Out on others people take their vengeance,
That created much mystery and suspense;
People distraught;
Temptation fought;
Times have been both troubling and tense.

Home has been hunter from the hill,,
Then went to church and kill, kill, kill;
With many shots.
Killing adults and tots;
Suffering exists which will, will, will.

What we did was receive a new directive;
His memory has been known to selective;
No thanks,
To Trump pranks,
And we do need to hire a new detective.

When Flynn Did Again

Shady character found out about Flynn;
We always knew how, where and when,
Temptation did fight;
Such a shady sight;
Bad behavior happened again and again.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: angst,

Still Surprising

Still Surprising

Was brilliant, beautiful yet still surprising
When in your life you will have a horizon
So elegant eagerly meeting you each day
Determined to remove darkness and dismay.

Colors each one can be distinguished
My honor and glory to it relinquished
Knowing next morning would return
And into my mind a memory did burn.

Will finish later

Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: humor, memory,

Remedy for Memory

Tend to forget things before leaving home
my brain fog even affecting my poems
just needed some sole
and a duct tape roll
on my head is now some memory foam.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: age, memory,

Too Long At The Well

Went for a memory test today, almost forgot to go They're quite tricky, giving hints would be quite apropos Doctor chuckles to himself “He's been too long at the well” Instead of accolades for a good effort, he bestows

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

Mention An Extention

Mention An Extention

What I must rely on and also mention,
Is when your memory has an extension;
Should study longer;
Mind grow stronger,
And much more anal and mental retention.

Jim Horn

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

Cried for Those Who Died

Cried for Those Who Died

United States should always seem unified,
As we cried and cried for those who died;
In memory of, 
With much love;
God has a perfect place for them to abide.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

For Memorial Day

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

Down Memory Lane With No Brain

Down Memory Lane With No Brain

While making way down memory lane,
Trump was there insane with no brain;
Playing childish games,
And calling us names;
Never had been proud but only profane.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: humor,

Man From Nantucket - redux

He’s much older, the man from Nantucket
can too easily fold, roll, or tuck it
his hearing has faded
his memory jaded
don’t remind him of where he once stuck it

John GLawless

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

Another Trump Albatros

Another Trump Albatros

Trump has been albatross around our neck,
That is making us turn into a whole wreck;
Flaps both wings;
Stupid song sings,
And from party they do want him to defect.
(When all of my memory I will collect.)

Jim Horn

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

Death of Diane Straus

In Memory of Diane Straus
Huffington Post

Not only will this  event be monumental,
It has been designed to be sentimental;
Fine people lover;
Front page cover;
When God accepted her He was gentle.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

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

Canada Is America's Canopy and More

Canada Is America's Canopy

Remember recently this told to me;
Canada has been America's canopy;
Lakes and streams,
With many dreams;
Both together are best place to be.

Jim Horn

Supply of Shipments

A supply of shipments we will select;
Randomly choose and part of inspect;
We could not find,
Things left behind,
And hopefully no damage did detect.

Jim Horn

Trump and Memory

Trump's memory remains there no more;
What we should do with him is to ignore,
Him  completely,
And then neatly,
His each and every created useless uproar.

Jim Horn

Trump and Latest Graph

Of statistics have looked at latest graph;
Blame for it was placed on Trump's staff;
A character odd;
Embarrassed God;
Stuck out neck through clouds like giraffe.

Do wonder what is  meaning of deep-seated;
Was found in a debate that had been heated;
Issue thorny;
Kind of corny;
Appeared to be so great and it was repeated.

Nail only slightly protruded through seat of
chair so you had to be sit deep-seated to be
able to feel itOn the surface, it was a pretty
touchy issue

Trump's Face Did Glow

Many people my poems are trying to follow,
Even if having hard heads that are hollow;
Always stumps,
And ego pumps;
From golden showers Trump's face did glow.

Jim Horn

Jim Horn

Poets I met, laughing yet with regret.

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory,


Days grow longer, memories grow shorter How can I become a memory hoarder It's important to know To wear clothes in the snow “Aussi, ne touche pas” your best friend's daughter

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

Without Horse Will Grieve

Without Horse Will Grieve

Are certain concepts we can perceive;
Without horse God gave always grieve,
And search,
Church to church;
My horse's memory did I did receive.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: corruption, drink, judgement, lust,

Senate Approves Kavanaugh

Judge Kavanaugh does love his beer
But his memory is not quite as clear
He heard, "Last Call" ring
And started to sing,
"A Ford is so easy to steer…."

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: age, old,


There are things in this sphere
that are painfully clear.
My memory has fled
bottom's like lead.
Alas, old age is here.

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

Aretha and Her Singing Are Gone

Aretha and Her Singing Are Gone

Would feel goose pimples on my smooth skin;
I had heard Aretha sing song ending in Amen;
Get by somehow;
A memory now;
Singing is gone  and she won't be back again.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

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

Trump With Hair Thinning from Beginning

Trump With Hair Thinning from Beginning

He sure has an interesting way of things displaying,
Even though he is growing old  and hair is graying;
Big, brash boss,
With memory loss;
What next is it this moron may be gaily saying?

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: analogy, humorous, lost, memory,

My Dismembered Memory

I must say my memory has always been shot
At least, that is what I have been told a lot
It's better than it was
I know it's true because
I can't remember the last time I forgot!

Poem Details | by Larry Bradfield |
Categories: romance,

A Special Gift

There once was a young lady from France
Who sewed Santa on her underpants
The Christmas gift that she gave
Was a memory to save
And a young man's first taste of romance

Contest: Bawdy Limerick
Sponsor:Tania Kitchin

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

Trump With No Veracity

Veracity is conformity to facts and accurate.

Trump before never possessed any veracity;
His mind and memory have limited capacity;
Lies poor;
Kept score,
And surely was seen without any sagacity.

Jim Horn