Limerick Poems About Pain | Pain Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny, mum,

Titillating Experience

Mom caught her boob in the washer’s wringer
Rotor made Mom an opera singer
    Tit for tat, she got redder
     Pop struggled with the lever
I pulled the plug, was able to spring ‘er

Wow!  Mum is the word on this awful day
We don’t refer to this deed of foul play
     “Hah! Your Dad’s a dud," she cried
     As with pain pills she was plied
Now under the radar Pop stays away

*Entry for David William’s Palindrome Mad Contest
By Carolyn Devonshire

Palindrome Words:
Mom, boob, rotor,  tit, tat, redder, Pop, Wow, Mum, refer, deed, Hah!, Dad, dud, radar

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funnyhorse,

A Horse To Hate

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
and at night sometimes he visits me.
His attacks to my thigh
make me think I might die.
Wild "Charley Horse" acts horribly.

For he comes out of nowhere, so fast!
And he brings a sharp pain like a blast.
I scream like a loon
hit by a harpoon.
Then my husband awakens aghast!

But my hubbie can’t help meThat horse,
though invisible, has such great force!
How I love my reprieves
when the little beast leaves.
But his kind never stays gone, of course!

My poor calf he attacked in a pool
while I swam, and I felt like a fool
as I floundered around.
Well, I could have drowned!
He’s a mean little horse and a ghoul.

He’s got kin, and they all like the game
of bringing folks painOne has fame
of attacking your womb
in a hospital room.
Now THAT one puts Charley to shame!!

By Andrea Dietrich

(note to those who do not know this common
 American expression: Charley Horse is a leg cramp
and all the his kin are assorted types of cramps!)

For PD's "Any Poem Goes" Contest

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: animal, fantasy, fun, humorous,


A tall giraffe at our local zoo Got neck ache, (as giraffes often do) With his neck being so long The pain was terribly strong That he couldn’t reach the leaves to chew The giraffe doctor was quickly called At the condition he was appalled He told the staff not to laugh - Just get giraffe in the bath So to the bath the giraffe was hauled Well you can just imagine the sight The poor staff the giraffe tried to bite! They got him in the tub Gave his neck a good rub Then they tucked him in bed for the night They were told they must keep his neck warm … To this order the staff must conform Staff decided to knit A long scarf that would fit It’s now part of giraffe’s uniform! Animal Antics Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 09~05~16 N B The title will be amended after the contest to - 'You're having a Giraffe' which in rhyming slang means you are having a laugh.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, food, humorous,


I visited Doctor Longdong Told doc something’s terribly wrong The pain in my hip Is giving me gyp He said it was caused by my thong! I admit I’ve put on some weight Can’t resist cream cakes on my plate My ‘EX’ boyfriend was rude … So I’m in a bad mood Oh stuff it ….the diet can wait! 11~08~16

Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funnyme, me,

My Diary Day 1

I was meeting me girlfriend , sexy Cherry Russ
When I saw her hands go up to her mouth and she did cuss
There was this whooshing sound 
And before I looked round
I was hit by the wing-mirror of a bus

With a broken jaw, to get to hospital was a mission
That wasn’t the end of me plight of painful petitions
Instead of wiring up me jaw
Something worse I implore
They mistook me for a patient that needed circumcision

 Through wired teeth, I said I‘d sue for loads a cash
As I ate through a straw blended veg and meat and mash
Suddenly I had the urge to sing
As the wires came free, I screamed
Caused by the nurse accidentally knocking on the laughing gas

They going to kill me I thought in agonising pain 
So I tried to escape by jumped through the window which is insane
They didn’t tell me I was two stories high
I must tell you humans don’t fly
Now I got a walk identical to John Wayne

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: humorous,

Laughter Is The Best Medicine - Limerick Contest

(Un)Happy Hour Bob went to the doc with pain in his rear Walked with a limp and was "loaded" with fear doc hemmed and he hawed amazed what he saw Stashed deep in Bob's butt were two pints of beer

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor, planet, stars,

The Moon in Astrology

What has astrology to gain us? The confusion surely must pain us. Just how are you behooved-- Not to mention improved-- By knowing the moon's in Ur-anus?

Poem Details | by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: poetry, poets, writing,

Let There Be Limericks: To all you wannabe poets

To all you wannabe poets
To all you wannabe poets,
Here's a word of advice ere you start:
If you want folks to love it,
Keep your ego out of it.
When you write always write from the heart.

Dressing up a poem
It's great fun to write haiku and sonnets
About rainbows and gay Easter bonnets,
But if you find them too terse,
Try to flesh out your verse,
And festoon it with quatrains and nonets.

Scriptor Interruptus
Poets come, and poets go, and poets coincide.
Some rhyme time and time again, others "free verse" with pride.
But those who let their egos reign
Oft fade and never scribe again.
They succumb to the literary sin of "authorcide".

The pleasure and the pain
Writing is for me both pain and pleasure,
The time I spend with pad and pen I treasure.
I must confess, though,
Sometimes I stress so
When syllables I try to use refuse to measure.

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: pain,


Walt Willis had a pain in the crotch.
He vowed to stop drinking so much scotch.
But that wasn't to blame
the cause was clearly plain.
His gut needed a belt with a new notch.

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Sex On A Table

There once was a young filly named Mabel Who enjoyed having sex on a table Got gravy on her parts Her fame was off the charts!!! For dessert she put a jelly bean in her navel A LESS BAWDY VERSION There once was a filly named Mabel Who enjoyed having sex on a table Had to watch for the cutlery Could cause pain quite utterly Bet you haven't heard this well known fable © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny, happiness, health

Honey Bun

There was once a man from Thomaston
He called his wife honey bun
His knee joint went out
In pain he did shout
Viagra's  no longer number one

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: brother, love

My Baby Brother


I cuddle with my little baby brother
so special he's like no other
a unique gift from above
a true endless love
"a bundle of pure joy" says mother

I'll protect him with my own soul
as along life's path we stroll
he need never feel fear
or in pain shed a tear
for in me he can always console

Contest ~ "Brotherly Love"
Poet ~ Rick Parise
April 22, 2011

Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: friendship, heartbreak,


I once knew a girl who lived far away,
Who told me a fairy tale one sunny day,
We would be friends for evermore,
I would never be shown the door, 
I called her my friend but she wouldn’t stay,

The story is over the finish less than gay,
The fact is my life has been put in disarray,
Best friends an oath she swore,
But that doesn’t count anymore,
The pain I feel will end soon I hope and pray,

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: animal,

Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.

A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.

not a dog or a cat

something cooler than that!

I began my search feeling undaunted

In a pet store I came on a ferret.

Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?

Under doors and through cracks

He'd escape from meAAAACH!!

So I traded him in for a parrot.

Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!

And that bird knew more bad words than I.

When he called me a whore,

I threw open the door:

“Now you’re getting your wish, BirdBYE BYE!

A boa constrictor I bought,

He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,

But he wrapped and he squeezed,

As I gasped and I wheezed,

And offered the rat that I’d caught.


A bowl of piranha I won -

I played Baccarat with a nun -

And they wiggled their bums,

So I tickled their tums,

But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.

My elderly aunt sent a text,

Suggesting tarantulas next,

But my spider alas,

Took a bite of my ass:

My pet-owning hobby is hexed.

I went to the pet shop, I swear,

But nothing I wanted was there -

To my pets I am prey,

So I went on eBay,

And purchased a big teddy bear.

for Darkness' Grab A Partner collaboration contest, written with a good Soup friend

Poem Details | by Gail DeBole |
Categories: animals, funny,

Hotter Than Heck

Written in the late 1970's
Updated on June 12, 2012

In the summer, a zebra exclaimed,
"That sweaty lion can keep his mane!
     It's a pain 'round his neck
     When he's hotter than heck.
My white stripes will reflect the sun's rays!"

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: life,

My Family Doctor

Never ever had a family doctor for most of my life But since becoming an old fart, now I never ever think twice A pain in my lower regions Or my neck or some unknown adhesions Off I toddle, don't rely on the roll of the dice © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: humorous,

Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
Not a dog or a cat -
Something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted

In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from meAAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.

Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, BirdBYE BYE!

A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.

My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.

I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.

For the "Grab a Partner" ContestTo see
who I collaborated with, read my comment
under the poem.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: anger, holiday, humor, money,

Vacation, Duration, Frustration, grrr

I know of a pretty New Jersey lass Who decided to vacation First Class But on the very first night Oh no! Cancelled flight What a total pain in the ass I'm sure her tomorrows will be better Or she'll surely be posting a letter If her plane don't take off soon It could be worse than High Noon She'll be angry, we'll just have to fetter When things couldn't have gotten any worse Once again she has to dip into her purse For the flight is okay But triple charges she'll pay A vacation just shouldn't be a curse .

Poem Details | by Beau Regard |
Categories: art, people, father, art,

A Portrait of Vincent VanGogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh

His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh

Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?

His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh

School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!

Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh

The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh

Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother 
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh

Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh

The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for MrVan Gogh

Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know 
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh

With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh

“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh

Poem Details | by Jessica K |
Categories: boyfriend, dark, future, growing

Looking Forward

Dear little eight year old me
Who's seen the impact of cruelty
Know through the years
There'll be more tears
And hope will feel like a fantasy

The world you know grows dark
The faith you trust will part
Your heart will break
From others mistakes
And familiar anguish will scar

The past will be an open tale
Your darkest secrets soon unveiled
And those naïve
Will choose to leave
But even in this love prevailed

For sweetheart let me tell you this
In the middle of chaos you'll find your prince.
His words will assure
His cuddles secure
And change your world with a kiss
Initially cautious of intent
Believing only to be pretend
As months pass by
You instead will find
Every declaration he made, he meant

In time your heart will soften
In his presence pain is forgotten 
The half to your whole
The mate for your soul
Forever together, I'm confident

He'll show you an alternative life
One only the heavens could contrive
Visions will carry
Of being married
Becoming one day his wife

So darling be forewarned 
Of the coming trials and storms
But through the gray 
There'll be a day
When a love between two is born

Poem Details | by Viv Wigley |
Categories: humor, pain,

The zipper

 (my tribute to Limerickmeister Jack Ellison, smile engine extraordinaire)

I remember the time when I caught a
bit of my body parts where I oughtn't a
in much pain did I struggle
with my bits I did juggle
it really did make my eyes water!

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 Andrew Crisci |
Categories: poetry, words,


A poet who was very late for a contest,
submitted a long poem on line, but
misspelled Zareba for Zebra!
Darn it, he was thinking of wild Africa!
Didn't it cost him points and a pain in the chest?

Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: angst, funny, health


When your tooth aches, life just is no good.
There's some aches that can't be withstood.
Stubbed toes I can handle
They don't hold a candle
To the pain that doth test my manhood.

The unmistakable look on my face
Like I swallowed the whole can of mace
And I can't be for certain
Exactly which tooth is hurtin'
Please pull them ALL out, just in case.

Dental hygiene is good and deserves
All the praise for the teeth it preserves.
But when it starts to slip,
Pass the Polident Dentu-Grip.
The great thing about nerves!

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: culture, drink, science, wisdom,

common sense corona

Light ribbons in one eye we fear  
Precede headache pain that's severe
Drug firms clearly bribe
Physicians to prescribe
Migraine meds but I'll imbibe beer

Authors Note: If you are in a safe place (not driving or operating machinery), this home remedy could be better than what the doctor ordered I keep a few medicinal bottles ready in the fridge for just such an emergency Lime is optional.

The clinical trial: An authentic "migraine" headache is accompanied by blood vessel constrictionThere can be 15 to 30 minutes of shimmering lights in one eye followed by a headache from hell Having learned that alcohol dilates blood vessels, one day I tried chugging a beer just after the shimmering started The lights subsided and there was no headache Beer just may be the second best medicine ever created 

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

Silly Lilly

Once there was a miss by name Lilly,
Imitates to make others appear silly.
Pent-up feeling unleashed,
my pain of rejection eased.
Bloody Lilly, no good griefVery very silly!

Poem Details | by Rick Zablocki |
Categories: halloween,

Zombie Named Luke

Zombie Named Luke

There was an old Zombie named Luke
Who thought Halloween was a fluke
One person he ate
Did taste like a cake
But caused him great pain and to puke

September 12th, 2013
For Russell's Halloween Contest

Poem Details | by faleshia murphy |
Categories: funny


I wish I could erase  some of my past
Make a bigger and brighter future fast
Erase the pain and become whole
Erase the rain and the snow
Erase those days I felt like an ass


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, caregiving, cowboy-western, education,

The Naked Truth

<                                our top story tonight is Lawyers
                                  a pain in the ass and real spoilers
                                  with  fancy cars homes suits
                                  fifteen hundred kaboot
                                  rather hire cowboy wearing just spurs

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's 
Lawyer Limerick's Contest

GL All

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

A Stitch In Time

A stitch in time saves nine But a stitch in your side ain't fine Hurts like hell Bad words you expell Bend over in pain while guzzling wine © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: anger, anti bullying,

blow back happens

The bastards who dole out abuse
Like seeing my neck in a noose
But they've only sewn
A razor-edged kidney stone
Which for them has pain to induce

Author's note:  Abuse can be enforced poverty and economic unfairness, forced relocation, racism and discrimination, religious intolerance, rape, forced labor, abduction, a lack of peace (of mind) and numerous other things Life shouldn't seem like it's happening in a concentration camp People need to have dreams and hope and know that they can have a job and that work will pay off Are these the root cause issues of unrest we should address, or do we just build a bigger set of fences everywhere and see what happens?   

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


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 Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: lost love

An Indian Giver of the Heart

Way back in the years you gave to me your heart..
Yanked it back so fast before it could even start..
I pitter pattered through my mind to see what went wrong..
I questioned my inner mind to just see where I belong..
A gift so special torn away , the pain like a piercing dart..

P.DIndian Giver Contest

Poem Details | by Danyel Lara |
Categories: depression,

I See

When i look into your eyes
I see nothing but lies
Have you any clue?
The pain you have put me through
My heart beats its last beat and slowly dies

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny, health, pain,

Dental Procedure

Once upon a time recently
To dentist went confidently
He gave huge novacaine
Suppose to ease my pain
To my heart went incidently

The dentist chiseled tooth away
I didn't want to play rest of day
The morning after~Oh! well
I'll just say, upon pain did dwell  
But money to him still will pay

Sponsor: Black-Eyed Susan
Contest: The Worst Morning After
Written Monday, July 22, 2013
One week since the procedure
and I am still having some pain..
My heart still hasn't settled completely 

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: discrimination, money, political,

a new confederacy at long last

Only now coming down from its mast
The flag of a terrible past
What pain we endure
To see racism’s cure 
So will we have peace at long last?

Author's note:  There will be much more to do before we have economic fairness for all Racism is (unfortunately) alive and well in this world of ours At some point, people may realize how foolish they have been Racism is a sign of a small and closed mind and doesn't jive with reality.

Poem Details | by elizabeth lepapa |
Categories: sadpain, me,


My mind wondered around the space,
The moon boring to my taste,
Lack of stars upsetting to my taste,
As usual the big muscled man flashed to my face,
The one who multiplies wounds in my heart,
Trembling in my jeans,
I was fashioned i pain,
I heard the voice of death,
My life was a breath,
My brains fixed to my stomach,
I tried to run,
Too late
He cuddled me like cheese,
A slap thrown to my face,
The pain took my flesh to my teeth,
Pleaded on my knees,
All labor in vain,
He marked me with tons of pain,
These are the eyes of pain that never fails,
He created a scene of terror,
My soul refuse to abide to his touch,
I gathered strength of a stone,
I shook the mountain out of its place,
It trembled,
I fixed lightening to my legs,

Elizabeth Lepapa inspired by Unwritten contest by Constance La France The rambling poet

Categories: fun, nonsense,


                                  Mister Ride rode a gravy train
                               Train was full of pleasure and pain
                                      He bribed the pleasure
                                        Desperate measure
                               The pain pulled the chain in disdain

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Backside Broadside

Jim Steneson had a problem with gas
without warning he'd let out a blast.
The stink was obscene
folks escaped the scene
and denounced Jim as a pain in the ass.

Poem Details | by Connie White |
Categories: life, life, me, pain,


As I sit here in the shadows of what my life should be, I wonder if this pain I feel 
will ever set me free
The struggles I have felt so deep are carved within my soul the torment of the 
years gone by will forever take their toll.
 Upon this world, there has to be a greater force then fate, for when my days are 
here and gone will I knell beneath the gate?
 Is there really someone who looks over all of human kind, if there is then why 
within my being the peace I cannot find?
 My hands they shake and my bodies numb from the hurt my heart does bare, if 
this is how my life should be, it does not seem quite fair.
They say life is what you make it; well then, I guess I made mine hard, for this I 
will pay the biggest price, a mind and soul that’s scared.
I will look up to the heavens for the strength that I will need to try to face the days 
that lay ahead, for the mercy I will plead.
Dear lord if you are really there please here these words I pray, grant me strength 
to face
this world with courage each new day.
 I am asking for salvation for all the things that I have done, please grant me just 
the peace of mind to feel a bright new sun.
The sun that shines on those with peace, who feel no pain within.
If you grant me this I ask I plead, my new life can begin.


Poem Details | by elizabeth lepapa |
Categories: confusion, depression, education, hope,


Under millions of stars...................eyes deeply fixed to the golden moon..............when dew on the grass is shinning like pieces of glasses...............on the bus to a monkey on a tree,
With my favorite blue pen................sometimes draft in my cell..................the strongest bond love,
My mysterious pain.....................undying dreams.................never-ending hope.............................
Beautiful rhymes from my inner being............................a mental obstruct................struggles with lines.........................I write...........................hoping for some coins..................the bag to better my life.........................the clue..........................a shoe...........................ask even Valarie.........................add wit.....................sometimes filled with so much questions................may be its for perfection.....................intercession....................aren’t I  worth anything?.....................all my time a breath of pain............all stretched hands twinge me......................all my ambitions go but a dreams are like birds.............everything a pack of dead beat of this oceanic pain......................sick of the waterfalls in my eyes....................the friendships that cleaves my heart out............................tired of the thorns raining from the skies.....................I hold on to prayers.......................I still hurt my an apprentice of writing............................a millionaire in searching.....................trying to piece the rest of my dilapidated life............................yet the darkest days are ahead of rotting in carrying an album full of bad head is creating  successful future pictures...................maybe the sun will shine once again........................maybe the color of life will return...........................maybe the planet will celebrate with me........................but now am still alone..........................if death wont silence the struggles of my existence........................i pray it will free me from this pain my ulcer is aching.........................i can’t afford the hospital

Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: on writing and wordsme,

contest suggestion

I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I 
suggest a limerick contest that requires the poet to base the limerick on a word that 
begins with the first two letters of their name (first or last - sponsor's choice) The 
Washington Post ran a similar contest 4-5 years ago and I won an HM based on this 
first poem I eventually submitted a limerick for every DA word in my little pocket 
dictionary you could ask for a certain number or just one.

Like a lamb being led to the slaughter
Or a clam in the hands of an otter
I haven’t a chance
When she gives me that glance
Yes, alas I’m a DAD with a DAUGHTER

There once was a sheerer who’d gag
When sheering the sheep who would drag
Their rear ends through dung
Until it all clung
Dung matted wool’s know as a DAG

There once was a French riot keen
To let royalty know what they mean
They just couldn’t wait
To decapitate
The king, the queen and the DAUPHIN

There once was a Roman who’d swagger
Whose enemies thought him a bragger
So they shortened his life
With a short little knife
Now known as the Et-Tu-Bru DAGGER

A ticket I can not afford
And so I have turned to the Lord
Only three inches tall
He watches it all
From his vantage point on my DASHBOARD

There has to be some fire station
Somewhere to be found in this nation
That has a DACHSHUND
They got from the pound
Instead of the usual DALMATIAN

There once was a girl I did court
But the wedding she chose to abort
When I thought myself dandy
She thought me too randy
And jumped up off our DAVENPORT

A brain freeze can sure make you scream
When eating too fast your ice-cream
I won’t let that faze me
Though the pain will sure daze me
Each time at the old DAIRY Queen

As the sweet smell came into my nose
It tickled my fancy and toes
Reminds me of you
And the sweet morning dew
It’s the fragrance of sweet DAMASK Rose

It’s a receipt I often mangle
The ingredients all twist and tangle
Its my sandwich of choosing
Though the balance I’m losing
My DAGWOOD’s at such steep an angle

I once called this guy a DAGO
His dander was ready to blow
His teeth – they did sparkle
His thoughts – they were darkle
So I quick ran away don’t you know

The Webster’s I used was quite small
The challenge to me – use them all
Not all are PC
But they’re precious to me

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: angst, humor,

A Big Pain In My Sacroiliac

Moving some boxes, holy crap Got a dirty big pain in my sacroiliac Not young anymore Like I was once before Must take care or my back I'll crack © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, cowboy-western, fantasy, funny,

Let's Duke It Out

<                   Once came along an man named John Wayne
                     Winchester by his side causes more pain                           
                     Dusty trails ballroom brawls
                     Battlefield's muddy crawls
                     The duke of western inflicting gains

Poem Details | by Ghita Manaila |
Categories: love, wine,

The wine lover

There was a man who's feeling fine
Only when he was drinking wine.
One day when he was drinking milk
He stained his shirt made of fine silk.
And felt a dull pain in his spine.

Poem Details | by Brian Reynolds |
Categories: black african american, day,

MLK's Way

You see I say things in segments 
or incramentsThe word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's

I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless

Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream

I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to 
the top of the game like a juggernaut 
so maybe I better stop

The real lyricist slash spiritualist 
transferred his heart with a dart by 
his cleverness

I pray one day that my philosophy has 
gotta be the truth within the making 
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more 
camaraderie, because right now we are 
stereotyped as a mockery

I sense a pain far more worse than a 
mental illness, so low that a solo artist 
couldn’t fulfill this

Subside from the anger building deep 
within the introverted stranger

Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to 
save us from hating the fact that the 
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?     

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: morning,

A Pain In The Souffle

How come each morning when we greet the day The gunk in our eyes makes us say, “what the hey!” What good is this stuff Enough is enough Sometimes nature is a pain in the soufflé

Poem Details | by Theresa a.k.a. Reecie |
Categories: children, funny,

Definitely Not Forgotten

Do not forget to brush your teeth
For a rotten future you will meet
I forgot myself
And sourly dealt
With a pain so indiscreet

Poem Details | by john fedele |
Categories: confusion, courage, dark, day,

Why didn't they kill me

‘Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.’-Cormac McCarthy

Why didn't they kill me..
why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...
being flat broke, 
my biggest fear 

The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake and wide eyed
contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose? 
and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it? 
will I make something of myself? 
maybe i should just forfeit 

my one wish is to not have to worry
and to all those I've disappointed
I gave up, and I'm sorry

A strong man is what people think of me 
but deep down inside, a child i aim to be 
because you see, a child, so carefree
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world
only the fun things God lets them see....

please, one day, set me free
take me away from this hurt filled life that I lead, 
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me, 
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see? 
a broken down child, crying on both knees

This life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family the event of my demise? 
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place, 
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace 

maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face, 
but for now i walk through the valley of death
a sad, cold, and bitter place
Hoping after this valley 
ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes 
will lead me to the devils face 
so many mistakes I can never erase 
You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.

I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: loveheart, pain, heart,

Vampire's Kiss

Beyond vision, I see only her
an unsated, demanding hunger
the soulful dream each night
as I wish with all might
to bear love’s pain a little longer.

To ease the ache of physical need
it is the simplest of things, indeed
but to ease the hollow
my heart cannot swallow
I’ve often tried but cannot succeed.

I seek solace in an empty glass
as my heart burns for my lovely lass
my thoughts drift away then
I wonder how and when
love became such a pain in the… neck