Limerick Poems About Mystery | Mystery Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: blessing,

A Thousand Years A Thousand Dimensions

The human eye is made to see 
Both concrete and reality
We can’t conceive,
But we can perceive   
The mystery of God’s eternity

We knock on table it’s understood 
It’s hard, firm and made of wood 
But as for faith 
It’s an open gate  
Between God, you, and all that could

I see him clear in my imagination
I need no proof, nor explanation
I know he’s there 
And I’m aware 
That he loves me, with no equation 

We are one…

April 16, 2015

Written by: Mystic Rose 
Quote by: Albert Einstein

I see a pattern, but my imagination cannot picture the maker of that patternI see a clock, but I cannot envision the clockmakerThe human mind is unable to conceive of the four dimensions, so how can it conceive of a God, before whom a thousand years and a thousand dimensions are as one? 

Poem Details | by Deirdre Omaidin |
Categories: funnyday,

Alice Mulligan

Alice Mulligan hailed from Killsoul
A red head who had a strange role
A brothel, she ran
Till one day a strange man
Sent Miss Mulligan right up the pole.

She couldn't believe her bad luck
She thought she'd managed to duck
An enormous erection
Escaped her protection
Poor Alice, she just ran amuck.

Day by day our Alice grew bigger
T'was a mystery who was the trigger
Now her business was finished
And Alice diminished
Thus ending her vim and her vigour.

entry for Deborah Guzzi's  Limerick competition   A young man who came from 

Poem Details | by Austin Dufur |
Categories: body, character, city, emotions,

Inner City

The bright, tall, dusk buildings glow gold
jacket pockets protecting from cold.
The tribal people dance
strange performers chance
and drums and chimes rhythmically bold.

A world of divine mystery waits
to those capable of altered states.
A state sleepily deep
for distracting thoughts sheep
making thy under tempted by debates.

Two eyes cannot see this grand place
for three are required to embrace.
The Soul breathes this air
a clear body thou wear
so as to walk with honest grace.

A world lacking an accurate clock
for emotions fly away in flock.
The flock a coward
neutrality powered
a coat of chalk being a wise block.

Want ill advised, for drawbacks hunt
if the pendulum starts, it be shunt.
Man becomes dependent
attached to a pendant
leaving the par, taking the brunt.

This sway between east, west, with no rest
no rest for the grip on desire, vest.
The farther in sway
will increase weigh
harshly punishing if want not blessed.

So sit, take rest, take sanctuary
in the breath of calm sanitary.
Untie strings to unnerve
and will to observe
human nature that's planetary.

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Eating Cake

The proud princess of New Denny.
Supposed she was superior to many.
She mocked their low station
Said they disgraced the nation.
'Tis no mystery why she died at 20.

Poem Details | by charlie Pelota |
Categories: history, imagination

Christopher Columbus Trilogy

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In the Pinta, Nina and Santa Marie
He found the New World,
And got spooked by a squirrel.
Thats the last you heard of C.C.

God had created the New World.
And saw that it was good.
In mystery it  remained covered,
Till Columbus came and discovered
Just as his Lord knew that he would.

He sailed with the blessing of Spain
And when he dicovered the land,
He named it after Amerigo Vespucci,
('Cause he had not yet heard of Gucci,)
As God instructed him beforehand.

                                                                               Charlie Pelota HSLP

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: horror, humanity,

A Horrendous Act

It's hard to imagine what goes through the mind Of someone willing to end their life for a cause defined It's a mystery to me I'm unable to see Justification for this horrendous act of man's decline © Jack Ellison 2016

Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: adventure, imagination, life, mystery,


Like a castaway on the cosmic sea,
life has been a mystery to me
what can I do now, or say,
but think of my yesterdays,
now my soul, and spirit will be free

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

My Most Famous Part

Loud noises can sometimes make me fart Methinks it causes an eruption to start In my lower regions The mystery deepens It lies just beyond my most famous part © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Only In Small Doses

My friend, Carol Eastman, said I'm an unusual poet Very true, I never know where this old brain is focused It's a mystery to me Same as you, as you see I'm as entertained as you guys, but only in small doses © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: people


She's arrogant, vain, conceited and snooty

not to mention offensive, insulting and disrespectful in her duty!
        How she stays on TV
        is a mystery to me

of course, it's her highness, Judge Judy!

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Trump Caught In A Quagmire

What if Trump was caught in a quagmire
Had gone over his body and entire
And he became so deeply involved
Missed evidence and mystery not solved
Did not re-enlist and contract did expire.

James Horn
Terired Veteran and Poet

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: scary,

My Most Famous Part

Loud noises can sometimes make me fart Methinks it causes an eruption to start In my lower regions The mystery deepens It lies just beyond my most famous part