Limerick Poems About Music | Music Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: celebrity, funny,

Beatle Mania

Beatlemania (The Fab Four As Lovers) Once a choir boy, John turned to romance, Fell for Yoko almost at first glance. In full public view In bed with her too - Showed the world how to “give peace a chance.” Quiet George played much more than guitar. Lost his wife to another rock star. Layla left him because Of how hung up he was On the music he made with his sitar! Ringo acted in “Caveman” and met His wife Barb (once a Bond girl) on set. Though the film of this drummer Was dumber than dumber, Wise in love, he’s not left his Barb yet! A heart breaker, Paul left Wife "One" For Linda, and made her a vegan! On their farm smoking pot, They made money (a LOT)! He’s a genius whose life sure seems fun! written Oct13, 2013 for the BeatleMania Contest of Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: funny

The Mermaids Ball .

The  mermaids  ball  music  still  lingers

Swordfish  Fred  and his shoal  of  sweet singers

Had  a  whale  of  a  time

On  the octopus  slime

Caressed  by  their  salty  fish-fingers




Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: funny

Male Stripper BAH

They said it was time to go on.
The audience claps had begun.
   I strolled on the stage
   in my thong that was beige.
The spotlight now on me was thrown.

I started to twist and to turn.
My face was so red it did burn.
   Embarrassed to be
   exposed and so free.
I said, "Aw I'll dance, what the durn!"

The music was loud and so fast.
To keep dancing was such a hard task.
   I strutted around.
   My thong fell to ground!
Burlesque BAH, my first and my last!!!!!   
   

*For Miranda Lambert's "Burlesque Boutique" contest


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

How Poetry Began

When David composed the beautiful Psalms,

   He did so without computers and roms!

      That's when poetry began.

         Old Dave wrote to inspire man.

            Ah!  If Psalms were set to music by Brahms!

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Entry for Justin Bordner's "How Poetry Began" Contest


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: dance, flower, giggle, girlfriend,

More Than Dinner Was Served

Knock knock as she opens her front door It's her beau whom now stands before With a bouquet of flowers All different colors For his girl whom he loves and adores After some chatting about this and that What a scoff I'm gonna get fat With a glass of white wine I know I'll be fine I think I've also eaten the place mat Now recovered from our earlier meal The music starts this songs our appeal Well boy can she dance Her beauties my trance So delightful in glide genteel It's now close to the end of our night Knowing something is beautifully right With a kiss on her lips Her dress gracefully slips Like a flash our engines ignite Now sprawled out on her King sized bed You can guess so much has been said Two torsos have shared So naked birth bared Unification continues when wed .


Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: animalsmusic, music,

The Trouser Snake

There once was a king cobra called Lance,
Who heard music and went in a trance.
People thought he was asleep,
As his thoughts were so deep.
Then he reared up and lunged for their pants.


Jack Horne for Dr Ram's Music and Meditation


Poem Details | by Wayne Sapp |
Categories: satire

In Defense of structured verse!

If Housman lived today and spoke of Terrance,
would rhyme and structure be his "stupid stuff?"
If he could wax poetic now,
what would it be that killed the cow?
Can image and the music be enough?

Were you to walk a wood some snowy eve,
a painting in your head by Robert Frost,
revise and take the liberty;
set his restrictive musing free,
how much of the meaning would be lost?

Paintings by Monnet can fill the senses;
a quiet Redlin sunset can delight.
Even though it's fairly certain
Monnet's colors match the curtain,
does either painter have it wrong, or right?


Poem Details | by Joseph May |
Categories: christmas,

Christmas eve dreams

     Tommy had loved music all his life
  And he enjoyed playing Christmas carols with his fife
 But when he came downstairs on Christmas eve
  He just couldn't believe
The present Santa was giving to  his wife

  So he hollered out to St Nick
" Hey, that's not the present I picked"
 But Santa kept saying ho ho ho
  While Rudolph waited out in the snow
 Then Tommy awoke from his dream  real quick


Poem Details | by Erich Goller |
Categories: funny, old, magic, old,

Magic Ring

Magic Ring (Limerick Suite) One time there was an sour puss old king he was wearing a big magic ring tried to perform a trick he was not very slick ring lost its sparkle wouldn't do a thing Now to play the fiddle was his goal he tried to play the fiddle with soul playing many foul notes sounded like old farting goats but the king thought he was on a roll He liked country music very much loved to hold the ladies in a clutch a two step he did good he would hallo and hoot fell on his rear-end dropping his crutch The Queen got hold of his magic ring she called him a wild crazy old king told him she had enough keep his hands of her crotch Queen used magic ring gave him a sting Screaming in great pain the king did fold begged the queen to stop he'll do as told got back his magic ring he gave the queen a sting now they live happy, got very old Erich JGoller copyright 9.26.2010


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: dance, feelings, happy, life,

FOOTLOOSE

Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display

1:38 AM
02/24/2014


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 T Wignesan |
Categories: humor, mother daughter,

Limericks croises: Once a Mother Professor and Daughter

Limericks croisés : Once a Mother Professor and Daughter
      
     for Farid & Zafir

Once (a) Mother Professor and Daughter
Came to Paris to see a Poet Mister
He took them on a lope
From Opera* to Procope*
Till their feet got thicker with blister

He took them to see Doctor Goethe :
Said Devil was shooting thorns from Under
They went to Mephisto*
To calm down their sore toe
« Une belle épine du pied , Mister »

« Vous m’enlevez »,* said learned Mother.
« How can we repay you », said Daughter.
« Not a care, I dare hope,
I’ll take you to Procope»
The bill for trout, veg-dish and butter

Came to more than what they could then pay.
« Don’t give us this ol’ Napoléon lay ! 
You’re not wearing Bicorne*! »
« Yes, but for Devil’s thorn ! »
« Leave us your Mephisto shoes or pray ! » 

So Mind-Full Poet took them upstair(s)
To prostrate long at Table Voltaire*
Philosopher weighed plea
Said : « This Poet like Me ! »
Mephisto shoes freed from Procope lair !


Resources

•	Opéra : The National Academy of Music in Paris where ballets are still performed ; opera performances having been moved to the new concert hall in the Place de la Bastille.
•	Procope : One of the oldest cafés in Paris, founded in 1686 (and opened in 1689) by a Sicillian whose Frenchified name was « Procope », at 13, rue de la Comédie Française, Paris-75006.
•	Mephisto(pheles) : In Goethe’s play : Faust, one of the principal devilsHappens to be a brand name for shoes under the pretexte that it is better to have the Devil under-foot rather than in the boudoir.
•	« Vous m’enlevez une belle épine du pied » : French for, according to Collins (bi-lingue) Dictionary : « You have got
me out of a spot» Literally means : « You have extracted a painful thorn from (the sole of) my foot»
•	Bicorne : two-cornered hat
•	Napoléon lay : Napoléon as a young officer is supposed to have left his « bicorne » hat as a pledge for the meals he ate there and could not settle with cashThe hat is displayed in a glass case at the entrance till this day, for the future emperor had far more interesting things to do – like conquering a continent – and could not take the time off to reclaim it.
*       Voltaire : The great French philosopher, author of the satirical
novel : Candide, became a Freemason just four months
before his demiseHe was a frequent visitor to the Procope, 
and his table is still displayed on the first floor of the
café-restaurant at the top of the ornate stairway 
The décor of the place is preserved exactly as it was realised in 1835.


© TWignesan – Paris, 2013


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: tribute,

The Beatles



Will we ever again, see the likes of The Beatles d'ya think A phenomenon so great, it changed the music scene in a blink John, Paul, Ringo and George A brand new type of music they forged Which, without doubt, will live on forever methinks © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by James Andersen |
Categories: fun,

6 Limericks and Some Nonsense

Samuel Pew was a dancing fool
Until he got kicked by a mule
He was never too bright
Now his brain ain't right
But he can still dance the old soft shoe

Jimmy Dechert was a History teacher
His mother wanted him to be a preacher
But he liked to cuss
And he made a Fuss
Now a frown is his prominent feature

Tattle Teeter fell and hurt his peter
Tattling on his friends at the theater
He tripped on a pail
And straddled a rail
Now his voice is a little bit sweeter.

Old Rex never thought about sex 
except when he saw his ex
He was a poor soul
And she was a troll
Every month now he sends her a check

Billy Lando wanted to play piano
But about music he didn't know
His wife called him a puts
And kicked him in the nuts
Now all he can sing is soprano

Stanly Fenny was roasting a weenie
When he saw her in a bikini
He asked "what do you do"
She said "how about you"
And he ran away awfully speedy

A man and a dog were chasing a hog
Around a red barn, they did go.
I watched with hystare
As the dog chased a hare
And the hog ran away with a goat.

Amos Buck didn't have any luck
when he tried to get a meal
He wanted a dish of delicious fish
but had no money to make a deal
So he took a seat down by the creek
with some worms and a rod and reel
He baited his hook and put it in the brook
Then thought he would rather have veal.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: halloween, humorous,

Monster Mash

When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated

Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur

Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad 
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show

The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"



October 20, 2016


Poem Details | by bradley smith |
Categories: life, nostalgia, school, school,

courage

The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back 
to hear the pounding of the feet

My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do

i see the glint of metal
as he races after me
not fighting for his honor
it is just blood he wants to see

is this how a hero dies, i ask myself boldly
is this what happens when you refuse to back down
my heart starts to fail, my feet start to slow
with barely enough energy, to turn myself around

All i ever did
was stand up to that school bully
and it may have been the last thing i do
i now understand quite fully

if only i had stepped down
let him spit and walk away
instead, i had to open my mouth
and so the consequences i must now pay

i muster up the courage
puff out my chest and turn 
but instead of feeling steel
i feel a steady burn

for in my frantic flight
i must have stepped down wrong
for after everything I'd done
i knew that it was sprung

i fall down to the pavement
fearing the very end
that school bully who chose to chase me
would soon learn to comprehend

that i stood up for myself
and would not back down now
i fought back the tears
and stood without a sound

i waited and waited and waited
for the bully to fly around the block
i sat back down and teared up,
as i yanked away the sock

the pain that radiated shot
through my leg and through my bones
anyone one could tell 
from the screeching of my tone

i hobbled to the bus stop
picking out the broken glass
the blood hit the ground
and the ground hit my ass

i sat there in my tears
pondering a lie to tell
one that told nothing of my flight
and one that i could sell

i came home late that night
with relief my mother slept
i hobbled to my bed
and passed out as i wept



Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: cool, spring, weather,

WHEN SUNSHINE TRICKS MAY

Don't stack your winter clothes away,
rain or cold may return to play;
mad weather brings blues,
happy music soothes 
when sunshine tricks May! 


* Inspired by Mark Twain's quote:
In the Spring


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, memory,

BLACk SOUL MUSIC GOLD

its make s you cry
make you lie
feel like you won't die
it has a beat
that gets underneat
ITS FOR YOUNG AND OLD
BLACK SOUL MUSIC IS GOLD


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories:

MR SANDMAN

MrSandman

He's all I want 
He's all I need
You’re the sandman
In my dreams
Only you understand 
What to do in a nightmare
You hold my hand
So I won't shout or scream
You’re the sandman
In my dreams
In love is how it seems 
In love with you by day
Sleeping with you by night
Dancing to the music of the band
Romancing me under the moonlight
With the one and only 
MrSandman

S.K.A.TPOETRY


Poem Details | by shane solomon |
Categories: funny, music, people,

Blonde Ambition

I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God!  her career finally stopped


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: addiction,

The Beatles Cathedral



Is there anyone who doesn't love The Beatles Their music is known to all the world's people From far and near Year after year Hey Jude rings out in The Beatles cathedral © Jack Ellison 2016


Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: music, nostalgia,

Vinyl Records

Vinyl records are still around
They carry some amazing sound
If you are able, 
get yourself a turntable
The music you hear will astound.


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

A dog goes to flea market

                  
                                A DOG GOES TO FLEA MARKET

                  A dog goes to flea market with foam in the mouth,
                 Faces the music of flea , bought fleas with a crown;
                                   They are ectoparasite
                                  Distant cousins of a mite
               'O Finger lickin' good', they say with their hands down.









© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014


Poem Details | by Dawn Gordon |
Categories: nostalgiaold, old,

Record Store Day

April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”, The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way! Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look! Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook, Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!


Poem Details | by kevin leake |
Categories: humor, thanksgiving, thanksgiving day,

Thanksgiving





Now on this thanksgiving day
Whilst you wash your dinner away
With wine and coffee creamy topped 
And listen to the music bop
I wish you all the turkey trots




© Copyright K.C.Leake
27th November 2015
All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: dog, words,

Pavlovian

When Pavlov was ringing a bell,
Some saliva his dogs would expel.
   And just like that drool
   I’m a Words with Friends fool,
For its music makes me want to spell.


Poem Details | by Brock Gamble |
Categories: people, school, emo,

Gothic Kids

Were basically the muscle of the emo kids we dont cut we fight we dont cry we just live and die, hardcore music tht you cant understand was always our master plan, dancing in the dark youll soon see the spark, after the flaming heart we shall never depart, through your eyes i see nothing but glee


Poem Details | by Angela Yousef |
Categories: dedicationme,

Spooky poem

Ghosts are in the house 
as the music is playing loud.
Spook me out, man!
Stir up the trouble like a hound
dog as scared as a phobiapheonominum
so far so good as to say I helped out 
at the haunted hospital, with the witchy
nurses and the DrFrankenstiens there.
This is a spooky poem with a message,
Be ware of the texting while driving,
so you don't run into a wall full of slime.
Halloween is on the way, so get ready for some
action and a little trick or treat, white or wheat, 
give me something good to eat.
Like a loaf of spooky bread.


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny,

Out Of Tune

.
My autoharp was way out of tune
With it could not longer in tune croon
Took it to the music man
He tuned it to match his band
Now my sound is truly bassoon

Check note


Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: seamusic, music,

The ghost of Galilee

Peaceful music upon the pomp mare                                                                           
Shaped like harp this deep God his band                                                                    
Playing hard strings of waves music lands                                                                        
In the light as discerning the air                                                                                   
Fearful man walking to master’s hand


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

Crabo stirred up a hornet's nest

                                       Crabo stirred up a hornet's nest
                                         Called up Vespa for music fest
                                                Vespa bit the bullet
                                               Crabo braised a pullet
                                   Faced the music they were so stressed 












© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
18 December 2014


Poem Details | by shane solomon |
Categories: music

Sittin on a Parkbench waitin for Jethro Tull or Jay-Z

I love a good rhythimic beat
I can imitate a drum with the pounding of my feet
Whether it's rock & roll or rap
A stadium amp or a backwards cap
Any type of music makes me get out of my seat


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 cecil hickman |
Categories: animals, for children, funny,

Soloist

Meet Brad the snake, he lived in woodlands.
He loved to make music in rock bands.
Singing so strong and loud,
Hissing, wiggling so proud.
Now how did he hold mike, without hands.


Written for


Sponsor Deborah Guzzi 
Contest Name Limerick II The Amphilbrachinator!!! 


Poem Details | by Alan Draeger |
Categories: funny, humor, nonsense, silly,

Limerick City 1

A music conductor in Manhattan
Had always kept his hat on.
One day he forgot
And believe it or not
He also sat on his baton


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: music, passionme,

My Girl and I

My desire is too stroke her neck
In my mind I shall not fret
To pull her heart strings
To see what tune she so brings
Oh my fingers will trek

Against my waist she'll be so close
Her touch will excite me the most
As she brushes against me
High pitched I can be
Bodies together so in compose

As we play our audience roars
With me she continues to explore
Yes, she is my guitar
Making music we star
As we have done so many times before









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-6.php


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, happiness,

WHERE I GREW UP

it was  where we got down
was a very small town
we listen to music sound
alway  freind around
we had love amongs us
together did lots of stuff
some times thing got ruff
thats
WHERE I GREW UP


Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: child, music, sleep,

Lullaby Music Box

Tender aged and very afraid of the dark,
Mom would comfort me with her soothing remarks,
night light bright,
still having fright,
she invested in a lullaby music box,

Lullaby lulls my grandson to sleep today,
helps him fall asleep after he prays,
the beautiful tune,
fills his bedroom,
feeling like Mom never went away.







11-2-16
Fictional & For Contest~


Poem Details | by Ray Gridley |
Categories: humor, music,

Clarinet Lessons

To a teacher of music I go
To learn clarinet for a show
Despite some regressions
And twenty five lessons
I don't know which end I should blow.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: nostalgia,

The Beatles Cathedral



Is there anyone who doesn't love The Beatles Their music is known to all the world's people From far and near Year after year Hey Jude rings out in The Beatles cathedral


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

Ode Limerick for Solomon

Ode Limerick for Solomon

Found my self to be in quite a bind
Said I must be musically inclined;
Note of music could never read,
Or band or symphony ever lead;
Noise made came from my behind.

What an obnoxious state of affairs
I found my air to be in around me.

Jim Horn


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

Hearing Choir Practice

Hearing Choir Practice

As sounds increase and fall and vary;
Tune and melody choir then did carry;
Was the best,
Like the rest;
Mind up with their music likes to marry.

Jim Horn


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

Did Have Delightful Dream

Did Have Delightful Dream

One day we did have a delightful dream;
Treat God as almighty and so supreme;
You are not failing;
Falling from railing;
Our choir sings His music to the extreme.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: music,

Music Of The Islands



The laid back music of the Islands is warming It tells of a people happy and charming So free and easy And oh so breezy Their swaying melodies can be so disarming