Limerick Poems About Roses | Rose Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: people, drink, morning,

Rory

I would like to tell you the story
Of a drunken man named Rory
Who liked his pint of ale
Every day with-out fail
In the morning he looked rather gory

He would make his way to the pub
Where he would have a drink and some grub
Then go merrily on his way
Drunk as a skunk they would say
Home to bathe in a tin tub

He would walk the several miles home
Down the country lanes he would roam
Weeing were all could see
Singing the rose of Tralee
While carrying a garden gnome

One night he spotted a man
He spoke to and asked if he can
Give him a light 
No reply so a fight
But it was a tree he battered then ran

Waking in the morning hands sore
Found bandaged fingers all four
He decided that day
No more drink he did say
And he never drank a drop more


Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: farm, funny, time,

A Farmer Named Brock

There once was a farmer named Brock
Who was proud of his timely cock.
‘Cept it rose too early
Surprising his Shirley
On the day we turned back the clock.


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: imagination, life, love, natureeaster,

Undone Hidden Flaws

.
There once was a garden in Thomaston
But all the hidden flaws show now in sun
     Bombarded by winter cold
     Delicate Easter dress bold
Became frozen, tattered, falling undone

Now that lovely garden in Thomaston
Back in early spring's golden rays of sun
      Rose blooms, tulips open tips
      Flawless are flowers no thrips
Remember Rose Trellis_ love's embrace spun


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, creation, flower,

To Grace a Pink Rose

It's my desire to grace a Pink Rose Scented attraction, attracts my nose Gardener man in me sees Scents sensed so wonderfully Natures stem to the Rose grows <*>


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: fun,

Hazel And Laughter


A bed of rose petals  Hazel sprawls
bed started  collapsing then falls
bridegroom heated with anger
then looked at each in  laughter
she wanted pickles  and ice cream balls


©5/21/2015

Contest Name: L&H Limericks 
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: funny,

Bawdy bawdy

She watched, as he rose to attention
Her desire was too hot to mention
From pink lips passion flows
She reaches for his hose
A bit short, he needs an extension 


Not a limerick guy, I hope I got it right.

For Roy Jergen's Bawdy, Bawdy, bawdy miss Clawdy contest.


Poem Details | by Lori Jean Phipps |
Categories: childhood

Taboo Tattoo

Where her obscure red rose tattoo was planted you would not believe it; near her bright
hazel batting eyes, above her left brow extending down to the tip of her nose 
Her hair was auburn and unruly 
She was daunting in hot pink and everyone stared because of her exceptional beauty
It was startling that she was only four
Luckily the scar was impermanent having come folded in a plastic ball only costing a quarter.


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: birth, birthday, celebration, life,

It is another Birthday

Time is driven in a brand new Rose Royce
calendar gives notice with a happy voice
nothing serious at stake
bring and let’s cut the cake
a cycle is covered for all to rejoice.


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

Secret Deal


Once there was a dame called Rose Mary”the charter”
“Man with a monkey face, elastic arm” her character
Iron man, He Man, Superman, 
Spider man, are great power men
Bloody patent this character, for trillion dollars sure! 


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

Formula's Spell


Once there was a man called Formula “the mass”
his philosophy changed none: fellow ruled the mass 
“Fragrance your thought for
Sweet rose your heart, dear!”
Bloody how sweet is formula’s spell to rule the mass!


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: friend,

A Very Mysterious Flower



There's a mysterious lady here on The Soup Mystic Rose is her name and here's the scoop A neighbour of mine This vision divine Maybe we'll we meet one day over a bowl of soup © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: drink, humor,

limerick joke IV

My bride and I on a pub crawl
Near a bar my brain can't recall
Mnemonic power!
I'm thinking "thorned flower"
Which spot dear Rose sells the alcohol?


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: happiness,

A Rose In My Hair



Could it be that spring is in the air No worries about the news, not a care Think I'll run naked That'll surely shake 'em Through the streets wearing just a rose in my hair


Poem Details | by Rainbow Promise |
Categories: cheer up, fantasy, funny,

Man With A Plan

There once was a man
Who was beating a tin pan.
His hands were very sore,
Right down to the core.
He decided to have a good tan.

He made up a plan,
There's not much to really span.
The dog rose up and sniffed
From broiled beef there was a whiff;
A kitty was added to the clan.

Now the dear fellow
Was naught but yellow,
Can't tune up the pans he would beat,
He stacked them up in rows real neat,
And lets out a sound like a bellow









Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: politicalrose, rose, prejudice,

If Only There Was A Fair Lady

No one seeks the Rose of Sharon,
despite her being declared as the maiden so fair,
by King Solomon,
The truth of the matter is, her complexion is not fair
enough, to give her cross-over appeal allowing the
Knights of the Round Table to "wheel and deal",
Yet, no one would dare say it is really that way,
for fear of being accused of bigotry and prejudice,
Despite her brilliance and favour from God,
The Rose Of Sharon was used and cast aside
as if she were manure or sod,

If only she were a fair lady she would have received
the world and all the help required to succeed,
but the color charts would not permit,
therefore, sensibilities took heed,
and great achievments from a rose colored wit would
not be seen,
because it would be unbearable to watch the raisin
in the sun preen.




Poem Details | by bulinya martins |
Categories: allegory

a rose of indigo

go
grow up
go through the time archway
away from the omens bay
ahead awaits a rose of indigo


Poem Details | by Franklin Price |
Categories: bullying, political,

There Once

There Once Was 
By Franklin Price
3/5/2016

There once was a rich man who spent
His own money to be president 
You can tell when he stands
He has very  small hands
And to the debates he soon went

He found as he started to speak
That the others their noses could tweak
Some came back at him
But there wits were quite dim
Heads were bursting and starting to leak

He did quite well in the polls
Twice as well as the other poor souls
He rose to the top
As the others did flop
They began setting downgrading goals

The media jumped on him too
His opponents  began something new
Came out with rhetoric
That was really sophomoric
Even  green slime they did spew

Then one of them said something grand
Its meaning we all understand
You know what they say
In bathrooms every day
About a man having small hands

With that they sunk lower than low
They contested how low could they go
Much lower than we
Thought we ever would see
Did not take him down and then so

The whole party joined in the fray
To take him down in whatever way
Dig up any dirt
Bring on losers to hurt
Guess that's politics of 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 Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: art, funny,

Boticelli

Botticelli-the pot-bellied artist For the Medici family was a great activist. His paintings rose him high. For his Venus you know why. He's been claimed such a great artist! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2006 September.21.2014


Poem Details | by David Caldera |
Categories: lost love

A CHANCE FOR ROSES




I never had a chance to give you roses,
or lay rose pedals on your bed and maybe,
place them around your feet.

I never lit scented candles for you while
you bathed or had the chance to watch
you as you sleep..

We have never taken walks in the rain,
holding hands or vacationed together where,
we might have, looked into each others eye's, kissed
passionately as, I stroked your hair then said,
"I love you over & over again"...

We were so, lost in ourselves, caught up in worrying for others.
Those precious moments we could have had,  when if, one
of us would have only taken, the time to appreciate the 
other,  maybe then we would have noticed
we first need to be friends before, lovers....


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humorous,

Limerick: Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose

Limerick: Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose

Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose
Tried to jump Great Wall with horse and Rose
Horse kicked hole in hose goal
Chief bored hole in the Wall
Guess who licked Rose red-in-the-nose?

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013

MERRY XMAS to ALL Soupers !


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humor, irony,

Limericks croises: Once a Rigolo Tennisman won Wimbledon

Limericks croises : Once a Rigolo Tennisman  
                                 won Wimbledon

Once a Tennisman won Roland Garros
Made a speech drowned in tears of rose
Said : « Of all Tournaments
Love this best – Compliments ! »
Nation enveloped his heart with applause.

Then he won the US tough Masters
Made a speech that sounded like tweezers
Said : « Of all Tournaments
Love this best – Compliments ! »
Nation loved watching twitching whiskers.

Then the Ladies Man won Aussie Open
Made a speech without keeping mouth open
Said : « Of all Tournaments
Love this best – Compliments ! »
Nation kept its Heart all stripped open.

Then Rigolo Tennisman won Wimbledon
Made a speech on Central Court of London
Said : « Of all Tournaments
Love this best – Compliments ! »
Nation rose as ONE : « Git the Hell…Ye Con ! »

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013 


Poem Details | by aruna yadav |
Categories: age, beauty, dream, feelings,

ROSE

I am called splendid rose by everyone
No mean I am says anyone 
They say they are pricked up by thorns to own
Don't they know inbetween thorns I am born 
Ever they understand amidst thorns I am worn.


Poem Details | by Shelby Wiser |
Categories: death

dreamin again

If I were to slit my wrist
Your life would be gone 
You see, i can't be your dream

Im more than halfway dead
Your dream is a lie,
Until that last slit across
My vein will draw the 
Blood of hopelessness.
Your rose pricked my tears
And cold night dreams,
Rests ever so softly on my coffin
Still as your lying dream.


Poem Details | by D Bronowski |
Categories: funny,

Last piece of paper

Fragrant fumes rose from my loins
On a porcelain platter, I dropped some coins
I wrote this poem while I sat
Do you realize now where I was at?

I was sitting on this same seat
I wonder, can you still feel my heat?

I know of this roll not much is left
I took the rest you could call it theft

Whether you like my poem is not the issue
You will have to use it as a tissue


Poem Details | by bulinya martins |
Categories: faith

the magi rode again

the magi rode again
after the star of David rose to reign
the royal in manger in the stable
lay he ready to enable
but Herode wanted him slain


Poem Details | by Sameera Wafa |
Categories: cute love,

I Am A Rose

I am a rose pretty and red
making two hearts come close
I am a gift so great to give
the colors of my petals so addictive
the smell of my body so fresh,
that brings love in the air
oh so if your loves heart breaks,
I am good use to repair
I am a rose so pretty and red
 a rose so beautiful and rare
I have so much value, 
to me nothing can compare.


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: bird, humor, ocean, woman,

LIMERICK CONTEST

Seagulls Take Flight Rose strolled alone on a warm sandy beach as salty foamy waves crept to reach net her toes as the wind rose she Jump from getting wet toes instead fell back on her butt with a screech Noisy seagulls came flying around while Rose sat embarrassed on the ground Plop! Whitewash fell on her head then to the air they fled flapping, squawking, with hungry sounds 4/27/2017
Poetry Contest: LIMERICK CONTEST Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: sweet,

A Rose In My Hair



Could it be that spring is in the air No worries about the news, not a care Think I'll run naked That'll sure shake 'em Through the streets wearing just a rose in my hair


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

From Trump This Do Demand

From Trump This Do Demand

To know from Trump this do demand
Why treat Rose like she is second hand
Food tastes bland touching long tongue
And takes advantage of heroes unsung
For sexist things computer have scanned.

Amazing what you find out about Trump
in his Trumpapedia.

Jim Horn



Poem Details | by Ray Gridley |
Categories: humor,

Four Brass Rings

Now Rose was a gothic punk rocker
Who found four brass rings in mum's locker.
She said " Though I'm certain
They were meant for her curtain
I'll wear in my nose just to shock her."




24th March 2017


Poem Details | by Ariana Kulikov |
Categories: lyric,

Suzy Rose

Suzy Rose had a knack for clothes
All she does all day is sews
Picking out the finest cotton and feathers
But she can never dress for the weather
Cometh down rain, snow and thunder
Suzy's outfit is always a disaster

Fear not, Suzy is a woman of prosperity
She doesn't drink juice, she drinks tea!
Cometh down rain, snow and thunder
She'll just wear 7 layers under!


Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: new york, people,

Riding the 4

I’m riding the subway (the 4)
Where you never know what is in store.
	A character stood
	Ranting loudly he should
Have a seat, which I tried to ignore.

His ravings got louder until
Someone rose to accede to his will.
	Though he sat with a plop
	His harangue didn’t stop
And we passengers’d all had our fill.

But the woman who sat to his right
Started cursing with all of her might,
	Saying either he’d quit
	Or she’d have such a fit
That she’d slice him to bits in a fight.

A Samaritan did intercede
So we never saw anyone bleed.
	When the doors opened wide
	He stepped quickly outside
With the ranter, a very cool deed.

The female, though, kept up her shtick;
Her anger was what made her tick.
	I questioned the stars
	Thinking, with all these cars,
Why was this one the one I did pick?


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: history,

But Fear Itself



During World War II, Winston Churchill said “We have nothing to fear but fear itself” nothing to dread A nasty time it was For a totally insane cause Thankfully the world rose up and on Hitler's plans they tread


Poem Details | by Indiana Shaw |
Categories: humor,

There Once Was a Farmer

A no rules barred Limerick 

THERE ONCE WAS A FARMER 

There once was a farmer called Mr Brown
Who with his duck in tow went off to town
The duck panicked and quacked all the way
The farmer had his fill and left the duck in the dray
Then disappeared into the Rose & Crown 

There once was a duck left in the dray 
Who settled down nicely in the hay
Then farmer Brown he did returned
To the noisy duck he had spurned 
The duck had three golden eggs lay

The now inebriated farmer Brown was elated 
On his newly found wealth he then debated
The duck was relieved in more ways than one 
Otherwise off to the market she was gone  
Thinking of her fate had he not waited

There once was a farmer Brown and his duck
Who both could not believe their newfound luck
Farmer Brown on himself a new tractor did spend 
And the amazing duck got herself a brand new pen 
Not strung up with her feathers ready to pluck

Indiana Shaw ; )

Inspired by poet "Kevin Shaw" and his daft poems : )


Poem Details | by connie pachecho |
Categories: humor, romance,

When Jack Fell Down Jill Found Another

When Jack Fell Down Jill Found Another


tom, dick and harry went up the hill
to fetch love with a women named jill
tom beat around the bush
harry frozen on his tush 
dick rose to the top and got his fill

connie pachecho

8/24/17


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

Andrea Dietrich and Dunkirk

Andrea Dietrich and Dunkirk

Sure seem to be so many similarities,
Along with varieties and familiarities;
When compared,
And also shared;
Sometimes disturbed by disparities.

Do take awesome Battle of Dunkirk,
And way out everything would work;
Harvey hurricane,
Sadness remain;
Much love was there as it would lurk

There are so many similarities between
Battle of Dunkirk, Hurricane Harvey,
MrsMiniver's Rose and Gwaltney
IslandAll of the children had to be
removed and taken to the English
mainlandThe island knew that they
would be overtaken by the Germans
during World War IIEnglish people
went over to Dunkirk in boatsThe
Battle of Normandy also reminds 
me of much of this      Jim Horn