Limerick Poems About Prayer | Prayer Limerick Poems
Categories: love,

Letter to Linda

                     Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
               She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
                                   Little dove gives her a letter
                               God has written “you’re go-getter"
              And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
               The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
                Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
                                Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
                            Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
                 "Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
                     Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
                    In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen 
                                  Dovelets dance around Linda
                                   And Maramba and  Bellinda 
                       With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen

Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014


Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: death, life, prayer, angel,

An Angel

Last night as I lay in my bed
An angel appeared and said
Your life will soon end
I am sent as a friend
To a new kingdom soon you will be led

Say goodbye to all those you hold dear
Tell all they must not shed a tear
For your passing will be
Liberating and free
With my lead you will not have fear

In life you have suffered too much
Soon you will walk without need of a crutch
In the kingdom to come
You won’t limp you will run
With the help of the lords gentle touch

So I wait for the day to draw nigh
Though I know lots of people will cry
With happiness in my heart
I will gladly depart
Heavens waiting there for me to try

The angel at last has drawn near
He offers a new life so clear
With a silent prayer 
I climb the golden stair
Halleluiah the angels all cheer

Poem Details | by Marrissa Kamckey- Harms |
Categories: funny, happiness, life, prayer,

Falling Down- Trochee

Every time I take a step,
I end up falling down.
Legs flying throw the air,
Making me look like a clown.

Though if I jump up in the sky,
Holding a simple prayer in my mind.
I fly....
Only to land on my behind!:-)

Poem Details | by Mary Duhart |
Categories: life, sisterprayer,

Through The Eyes of A Twin

Through The Eyes of A Twin
(Faux Limerick)

Sometimes I wonder is it just me
Visions in my head that I can see
Fear grips at me so strong
I thought boy this is wrong
Rebuking Satan told him to flee

I went to the windows looked outside
Then moved from room to room with great stride
Oh girl you need to quit
Was I having a fit
I began to pray fear didn’t subside

In my mind I was seeing this attack
Just stood still didn’t know how to react
Lord where did that come from
Why did I see this harm
Was I having an awful flashback

Continued to pray and shook my head
May be it was something I had read
These thoughts I did not need
They just could not proceed
An attack I would certainly dread

A week later on I got this call
My twin began to explain it all
The vision did occur
What I saw was a blur
As she spoke all I could do was ball

Over the miles I had heard her scream
The attack was broken in midstream
Through my eyes I could see
The Lord had heard my plea
Now I see it was not a daydream

When Spirit lead we must intercede
For there just may be an urgent need
We must stand in the gap
Stop Satan in his trap
The Lord will answer our prayer indeed

Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: humorous, innocence,

The postman

I am going to marry the postman

As soon as his wife runs away.

It might be tomorrow

What bliss and what horror.

But  it certainly won't be today

I think I shall keep my own name

Despite what the postman might say.

For I've got so used to this

My history's suffused with it.

Post me a prayer for today

Poem Details | by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories: god, inspiration, philosophy,

Faith --- Answer Me

I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
Her tears
as spears
is like a million blows on human fears

I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent up high
I wish for peace
for all fighting to cease
and then the sky beckons with shades of cerise 

I loose the heart and soul on mankind
it's easy to lose faith without God's sign
When lost
we toss
the beauty of his creation for lust and greed

Then I witness the miracles of life stories
coincidences that appear and save lives
His wisdom
for our kingdom
is unfathomable for our limited visions

If only we can soar with his visions
Like an eagle on a wind's rhythm!

A mirror response to Mystic Rose's poem below:

I watch the splendor of a shooting star 
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar   
Her light 
in flight 
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night

I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven 
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven 
I wish in true 
for souls renew 
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew 

I loose the mind and pry his realm  
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream    
When free 
I see 
the beauty of his creation for all eternity 

I watch the splendor of a bird in flight  
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night 
His wings 
they sing 
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;

If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!

Written by: Mystic Rose 
June 24, 2015 

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: history, people, poetry,

THE LIMERICK its origin and history

There once lived a friar,Thomas of Aquino
in latin,did his poetry flow
In a prayer anapestic
this form was to tick
until Lear gave AABBA ,a go

Poem Details | by lim'rik flats |
Categories: humor, men, relationship,

How to be vulnerable TOP SECRET for men only

All our wives agreed, "It's a manly thing to do,"
"Start yourselves a man-group, for the good of you,"
Find your feelings! (???)
Our heads were reeling!
An unmitigated crock of poo!

But being manly-men we faced our fate,
(Or maybe — not to lose our dinner plate?)
To keep the peace
(Elusive golden fleece!)
We commenced to congregate.

We held our first meeting at a quarter-of
Bravely resolved to take off the glove
We'd dig deep,
Maybe weep!
(At least when push came to shove.)

Pretty soon the gals said, "How's it goin?"
We said, "Fine, but it's not for your knowin"
A quote from the book
by one Doctor Crook:
"Confidentiality's needed for growin."

Weeks went by, we were flying high,
Gettin' real good at "how to sigh,"
but son-of-a-glitch
we just could not hitch
our eyeballs to "here's how to cry."

The pressure was on, we hollered, "OH LORDY!"
"We're manly-men, but this cryin' ain't sporty!"
The girls were pryin'
(Tired of our sighin')
It was time for some WD-40!

Miracle-in-a-can, known to all men
The answer to prayer since way back when
Watta ya say?
A tiny spray
And our wives were happy again!

So men if you need absolution,
(though it requires a bit of pollution)
WD in the eye,
Makes a realistic cry,
There just ain't no better solution!

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

Surely Sang A Song

Surely Sang A Song

We wanted to know what was wrong,
About wearing a barbed wire thong;
Not too swell;
So she did yell;
Should have heard her sing a song

Jim Horn

James 5 New International Version (NIV)
Warning to Rich Oppressors
5 Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery            that is coming on you2 Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten     your clothes3 Your gold and silver are corrodedTheir corrosion will      testify against you and eat your flesh like fireYou have hoarded wealth        in the last days4 Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers who   mowed your fields are crying out against youThe cries of the harvesters  have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty5 You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgenceYou have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter.[a] 6 You have condemned and murdered the innocent one,        who was not opposing you.
Patience in Suffering
7 Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming               See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop,          patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains8 You too, be             patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near                            9 Don’t grumble against one another, brothers and sisters, or you               will be judgedThe Judge is standing at the door!
10 Brothers and sisters, as an example of patience in the face of        suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord                 11As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered            You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord              finally brought aboutThe Lord is full of compassion and mercy.
12Above all, my brothers and sisters, do not swear—not by heaven             or by earth or by anything elseSay a simple  “Yes” or “No.” Otherwise       you will be condemned.
The Prayer of Faith
13Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them prayIs anyone happy?         Let them sing songs of praise14 Is anyone among you sick? Let them        call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with            oil in the name of the Lord15 And the prayer offered in faith will make        the sick person well; the Lord will raise them upIf they have sinned,         they will be forgiven16 Therefore confess your sins to each other and      pray for each other so that you may be healedThe prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.
17 Elijah was a human being, even as we areHe prayed earnestly that         it would not rain, and it did not rain on the land for three and a half years   18Again he prayed, and the heavens gave rain, and the earth produced      its crops.
19 My brothers and sisters, if one of you should wander from the truth       and someone should bring that person back, 20 remember this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of their way will save them from death and  cover over a multitude of sins.

Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: bible, fish, god, humor,

Fish Fume Fiasco

Fish fumes did poor Jonah inhale
as he sat in the gut of a whale.
Not fond of his plight,
he decided ‘twas right
to send up to God a knee-mail.

Ol’ Jonah had no need to worry.
God answered his prayer in a hurry.
That whale did vomit.
Out flew Jonah like comet,
and he looked like a seafood McFlurry.


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

More of My Obnoxious Poems

My Many Obnoxious Poems

How you write and prepare your poems is based on your
favorite poems you end up imitationIn my case, they are
Will Rogers whose statue you see in the Capital Building
especially on TV and Robert Frost and Ogden NashSo
think about that fact when you are reading my from out
of the blue poems with no reflection to Duke, sky blue
waters of Minnesota or Carolina Blue along with deep
blue seas and blue and grayRed, white and blew is
my favorite subjectYou can start reading any time
that you want toTis what I came up with after 
listening to another day of MSNBCOh say can you 
see NBC.

Trump and His Spit

Into his own spit, Trump did take a  deep dip,
Off more of his orange hair he had them clip;
Improve his look,
Vitamins he took;
With our joy, in middle of sea should jump ship.

Picture of Trump

Trump a picture apparently did paint,
Of him looking  like a splendid saint;
Tainted could tell,
By the bad smell;
We all have known he really ain't.

Trump Winning Game

When Trump will want to win each game,
At Hillary he always will have to take aim;
We are delighted,
Is short-sighted;
He does give Democrats all of the blame.

We found that each time that Trump gambles,
Country ended up in complete state of shambles;
Use of verb,
Does disturb;
Instead of prayer at tables said his preambles..

Jim Horn

PSJust thinkWhen I have written 5,280
poems I will have written a mile of poems.
Am getting close.

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: native american, snow, weather,

Arctic Winds

Spare a prayer for my fair Lady Spouse
Her last sigh was as shy as a mouse
She died in the snow
A moment ago 
Frozen numb coming from the outhouse*

*Many Native Americans live in homes without electricity, plumbing, or heating,  and Trump's shutdown of the BIA ( "Bossing Indians Around") prevented the sale of permits which allow Native Americans to collect firewood on their own land

Poem Details | by Jerry Dinzes |
Categories: blessing, corruption, desire, faith,

Monotheistic Polyamory

She built him a temple for one.
She offered monogamous fun,
“If you’ll but kneel, 
You’ll cop a feel!”
To worship, head first he did run.

But when the prayer was said and done,
He turned and smiled at a nun
“If you’ll unveil,
It’s you I’ll hail!”
From her habit, quickly she spun.

Shouting polytheistic praise,
He felt the holy spirits raise.
The one he spurned,
Her temple burned.
As monotheism set ablaze.

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

Often Taught and Taught

Often Taught and Taught

From things tempting often fought and fought;
Then a thought from my mother I was taught;
In prayer do suppose,
Poem should compose;
God Father and His Son sure must be sought.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Episcopalian
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

PSShould title be fought or thought
or taught or sought?

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

A Long Limerick Planned for Poems

A Long Limerick Planned for Poems

This is my 6,466th poemShooting for 6.666
for some strange reason and time and season
and only teasing.

It sure seems much easier to put
all of my poems into one poem.

Put God and Priest First

Please put God and priest first,
Then are sure to satisfy thirst;
Further read;
By priest led;
A great sermon he dispersed.

Jim Horn

For God and Priest Have An Appetite

For God and priest we have an appetite;
Love hearing their sermons day and night;
For us nerds,
Have great words;
Saved us from sin to our delight.

Jim Horn

To God and Priest Were Humming

To God and priest have been humming;
Do you remember us and our drumming;
Noise making;
Cookies baking
Then started singing Jesus is coming.

Jim Horn

With God and priest we will often rest;
Restaurant of theirs is always the best;
Readily available,
Wonderful table;
Their food seems so easy to digest.

God and Priest Do Remove All Doubt

God and Priest do remove all doubt;
And they will help us work things out;
Never bitter,
Or a quitter;
Some say they both like sauerkraut.

Jim Horn

Could Be Priest Or a Clerk

God could make you priest or a clerk;
Might like woodwork or be a soda jerk;
Gave elixir,
To a fixer;
Up whole congregation they can perk.

Jim Horn

Jesus's Picture In a Frame

Remembered when Christmas came,
And nothing ever would be the same;
Gifts galore;
More and more;
One was Jesus's picture in a frame.

Jim Horn

Much power priest did expound in prayer;
With his great singing voice everywhere;
Where we sit,
Is articulate;;
About our sins and safety seems to care.

Jim Horn

Priest and Cup with Much Suction

With cup Priest had caused much suction;
Gave out prayer books in mass production;
Laugh we heard,
From each word;
He did use each parishioner as a deduction.

Jim Horn

Christmas Present for God

Christmas present for God and priest prepared;
And for some reason we had seemed so scared;
Never par;
See scar;
Up against Trump and the devil we were paired.

Jim Horn

Terrible Hand Dealt

By Trump a terrible hand we had been dealt,
And was something suspicious that we smelt
Smooth not seem;
Never did redeem;
It did not appear like he is ever very svelte.

Jim Horn 

Priest Who Was Polarized

We prepared to meet priest who is polarized;
Heard sermon and then had quickly realized,
Sides are two,
That we knew;
Not surprised when devil he deeply despised.

Jim Horn

Life Around God and Priest Revolved

May be what you want God had resolved;
When you make sure that He is involved;
More specific;
Seems terrific;
Life around him and priest has revolved.

Jim Horn

Maxine Waters Does Crazy Drive

Maxine Waters does crazy Trump totally drive;
So difficult for him to survive and remain alive;
Jokes crack;
Strip her back;
Apparently is incredible when he will connive.
Jim Horn

God and His Show

There never is any end to God's show,
And Him we surely should get to know;
Priest thing;
Poems bring;
For Him and new priest party will throw.

Jim Horn

Perturbed Trump A Pecker Wrecker

Trump Did Become a Detector

Trump knew a person whose name is Pecker,
Who did seem disturbed becoming a detector;
Lets pretend
Message send;
What we really will need is a Pecker wrecker.

Jim Horn

God Told Us from Beginning

What God had told us from the beginning,
A great new priest over we were winning;
Did determine
Wonderful sermon;
Knew every way to save us from sinning.

Jim Horn

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

No Explanation Only Sensation

No Explanation Only Sensation

God in prayer will always start nearing,
And maybe Him may never be hearing;
No explanation;
Only sensation;
Always with me  and not disappearing

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: peace,

RIP'd Off

This world seems to have strummed the wrong chord
So I offered a prayer to the Lord
Will wars never cease
When we all want peace
But my prayer was cut short by a sword

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

Brought Prayer Book Along

Brought Prayer Book Along

What I did do is bring Prayer Book along,
So could say service and sing each song;
With God be;
Him and me;
He was always right and is never wrong.

Jim Horn, Episcopalian

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

Pray For and Never Do Demand

Pray For and Never Do Demand

About God what I always understand,
Whatever he does will be pre-planned;
Always designed,
With me in mind;
Only ask in prayer and do not demand.

Jim Horn

Reading the Shack again and just finished
Dear Madam President by Jennifer Palmieri.
Hillary lost and Trump never did winIn the
end, You and I are the losers.

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

Rain Outside and Prayer Chain

Rain Outside and Prayer Chain

In on me problems started to rain;
People around began prayer chain,
And as I laid,
Prayers they prayed;
Worries and fears went down drain.

Jim Horn

Was extremely worried and afraid;
Our bed did seem so poorly made;
Must be blunt;
A stupid stunt;
She made me sleep out in the shade.

Jim Horn