Limerick Poems About Miracle | Miracle Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: funny

Oh What A Love

The good looking dish and the man.
Were standing in surf on the sand.
   Her hand it did rest.
   Upon this man's chest.
Their eyes meeting as best they can.

They were wed on the beach it is true.
With such a big party and crew.
   Sweetheart from the soup
   took Ron from the group.
Two became one as winds blew!

They're happy as newly weds are.
Making love out under a star.
   They'll come back to earth
   when she does give birth.
To a miracle childOh my, by far!


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Written for Sweetheart's Loveland Limerick contest by Jimmy Anderson


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: love,

Something So Special



~ There once was a love so true a miracle shared only by two forever she was mine my sweet valentine each moment a loving debut... ~


Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: baby, humor,

Affronted

CEO Andrew Sykes took a social crash dive
he asked a clerk when her baby would arrive.
"I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed
her face was red and inflamed.
'Tis a miracle he fled her presence alive.


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Though nothing is a miracle

Once there was a man called Uncle Miracle
This fellow's intellectual awakening is no miracle
though nothing is a miracle
though everything is miracle
bloody miracle is for believers! right Uncle?


Poem Details | by Daniel Larson |
Categories: humor,

Gotta Luv 'Em

Can't tell you no more 'bout all of this pain
Nor the voice that screams "he's no longer sane";
Can't sleep through the night
For the hard blinding light
And the music that refuses to wane.

There's something about the doctor I'm sure,
Promised salvation and a miracle cure.
Strapped me to the bed,
Sent a pulse through my head
That keeps saying one day I’ll be pure.

And then there’s the smell that drifts through this gloom,
Keep telling the staff someone died in this room.
It’s said with a grin
“He’ll rise up again
And we suspect it will be about noon”.

There’s needles at dawn, another at ten,
The bed spins one way and then ‘round again.
They point to my face
And say “what a disgrace”
As the brown spittle runs off of my chin.

They’ve even recorded some of my rants
And swear I’ve talked tongues in some of my chants.
Believe what you will
It was that last little pill,
And just now I finished peeing my pants.

But sometimes there’s a gap in this foggy ol’ mind,
I recall the days of a long ago time.
For one moment it’s clear
About who put me here;
It were those “sweet loving” children of mine!



Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun, nonsense,

Kelly collided with Ellie

                           Kelly collided with Ellie but neither was hurt
                        That was the miracle of the day said stupid Bart
                                              Kelly was a truck
                                               Ellie ran amuck
                      She was as drunk as a skunk and didn't wear a skirt












(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty