Limerick Poems About Sad | Sad Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: betrayal, body, humorous,

AT THE FOOTBRIDGE - LIMERICK COLLABORATION

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau (He was married to a woman called Flo) Sue soon found out his deception She dismembered his erection For his love life it was a massive blow To the hospital fled poor Rodger For an op to repair his todger Now fixed, it's SO big Rodger grunts like a pig in porn films as Rodger the lodger Inspired by but not for contest BY JAN ALLISON 7~18~16 He promised Flo he never would leave her And she would be his only receiver But she caught him with Sue And his chances were through Gnawing off wood when he neared her beaver WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH Sue castrated that cheating deceiver With one whack of her meat cleaver she pulled a Lorena Bobbit turned Rodger into a Hobbit Sue's now known as an "overachiever" WRITTEN BY MARTI SUTHERLAND Across the table sits sweet Amee Once A Roger, before he became a she The master of infidelity So many personalities Before and after he became an amputee.. WRITTEN BY SKAT A He was known as a terrible stoner With a huge un-deflatable boner It now sits in a jar At the end of the bar A reminder to all of its owner... WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS It’s become a tourist attraction As a symbol of female subtraction Grannies sneak in for a peek Everyday of the week Dreaming of former of love action. WRITTEN BY MARK WOODS Oh how sad that pork missile should be unemployed but for all there to see if science, in a jiffy can rejuvenate stiffys then the first in the queue would be me! WRITTEN BY VIV WIGLEY Flo wanted to give Sue a high five For slicing Rodger with all his jive A two timing fool Who broke every rule Now lil Rodger don't work in overdrive WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y Rodger's story has been immortalized For having his thingy circumcised It's on display in a bar Now hanging in a jar While it's slowing becoming crystalized WRITTEN BY MARTI SUTHERLAND As she ponders on what to eat Hopefully, it won’t be red meat For there on the log Is Rodger's hot dog So she gets excited and jumps off her feet WRITTEN BY WINGED WARRIOR There's a lesson I really must blurt To all those blokes out chasing some 'skirt' When you're on heat Don't share your meat 'Cause your todger might really get hurt! WRITTEN BY MARK WOODS Poor forgotten noteworthy Sue Looking so gloomy she blew At the pickled todger once belonging to Rodger kissing good times its last adieu WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER As "Rodger" snaked out of the door It went past a room on tenth floor. A woman therein Said "Come right on in." she kept screaming, "More, I want more! WRITTEN BY ANDREA DIETRICH After Sue chopped his tally-whacker Poor Rodger became quite the slacker He tried to bring his pecker forth Never again to be pointing north Now when he pees he sits on the crapper. He stopped at the house, the red-light was on Knocked on the door, the girls were all gone Stuck with his sawed-off boner Tonight He's going to be a loner Damn, why did the girls all have to be gone? BOTH POEMS WRITTEN BY JAMES ANDERSEN A group of limericks quite clever Began with one simple sever Of engorged penis which is, (between us), I think, a spicy endeavor WRITTEN BY H PENELOPE SWIFTLOCK There was perfection in his pecker, as a porn star he was a wrecker, but to his wife he was unfair, so she severed what was down there, now his only job is director. WRITTEN BY CASARAH NANCE Poor Rodger thought he was being slick when he carved out a handcrafted prick he rubbed his new attire his precious toy caught fire Now he is left with an ashen stick WRITTEN BY TEPPO GREN An ashen stick means man minus prick. Poor Rodger, now a eunuch, without a fix He decided to become a transgender Then off he went on a bender Woke up married to a man from Bertrix WRITTEN BY JEAN MURRAY Rodger's new love was a prudish fox but for brains she had a head of rocks he splinted up his willy popsicle sticks look silly he said it was new and still in the box! WRITTEN BY SONNY ROPER (EVE'S HUBBY) To be fair "At the Footbridge" Now to be completely fair And to stop every persons stare Rodger was not actually circumcised As he was a player, so don’t be surprised This was from wear and tear and his willingness to share WRITTEN BY MARK PAUL VAN DER MERWE Now Rodger mostly stays home for lack of a viable bone He reaches by habit down for his rabbit: he's got Phantom Willy Syndrome! WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART Rodger was a good friend of Eye Had a real hankering for cherry pie Tasted every chance he got And it would hit the spot Until his crazy wife made him cry WRITTEN ON 14TH JUNE BY EYE TRUTH TELLER Roger pretends that he's a sexy stud But when the ladies find out he's a dud they all laugh in his face anatomically a disgrace His manhood is referred to as "The Bud" WRITTEN ON 15TH JUNE BY LIN LANE Rodger thought his op was a success When he found he had more and not less But the surgeon's blind stunt Sewed it on back to front Well, he certainly lacks some finesse! WRITTEN ON 15TH JUNE BY RAY GRIDLEY As he crossed the footbridge, Georgie saw a duck Quite unique and raucous, it could quack AND cluck! (And did so incessantly) "Hey! Hey! It's all about me!" It loudly proclaimed, with much aplomb and pluck WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
I also wrote another poem but this one did not turn into a collaboration - if you read it you will see that it is quite different to my usual style https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/at_the_footbridge__2_822879


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: humor,

Justice - A Parable

A woman gave birth to a son
named Justice; he had little fun.
If he wanted to play,
his mama would say,
“But only when Justice is done!”

Poor Justice, from morning till night,
tried hard to do everything right.
By the end of the day,
he still could not play,
for his time to do chores was so tight!

His life was a crime with no play!
We all know that crime doesn’t pay.
But were I in his shoes,
having paid all my dues,
I think I might just run away.

Well, sure enough, Justice did flee
and ended up in Tennessee.
With no place to belong,
he felt sad till along
came a girl who smiled tenderly.

Looking ragged, he asked (with some shame)
if the young girl would tell him her name.
“Can you guess?” said the Miss.
“Here’s a clueIt is this
Those who have me don’t take all the blame.”

The young man did not have a clue
what her name was; it was all new.
He’d never hear of
- yet soon grew to love -
this girl  and her charming name too.

Today Justice likes more his life
because this girl lessens his strife.
He learned her name well
when in love he fell
and Mercy he took for a wife!

For the Story Poem Contest Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fantasy, humor,

How Jan and Lin Slayed the Dragon

Two ladies named Jan and named Lin professed a forgivable sin they cornered a dragon wrung her in a flagon and gave her away as cheap gin The old dragon's name was Jooling who had a habit of drooling she couldn't stay dry on ground or in sky around her urine kept pooling The ladies had had quite enough The dragon smelled like bad stuff so after they did drain her to cement they did chain her and threw her sad stench off a bluff Into the ocean dragon fell on hitting water she did melt The girls were relieved at what they'd achieved and glad to be rid of the smell They went on to gain great success without all that putrefied mess their poetry was renowned no matter where it was found The dragon's now fish food they guess


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, friend, heartbroken, lonely,

Broken Hearted - JTAP

Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.



We miss you, Chan :)



This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.






Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: satiredeath, death,

Death Row Blues

He’d spent nearly a decade on death row
Praying for appeals that were not bestowed
     Had a solid alibi
     One the courts would just not buy
A death sentence he’d have to undergo
 
DNA exam proved him no killer
But there’s a sad angle to this thriller
     Tests performed posthumously
     Executioners agree
Evidence came too late; what a chiller!
 


*For Miranda’s “Behind Bars Blues” contest


Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: poetry, writing,

Limerick 6 - Song Bird

 
I write of sad things in my life for you, And win sometimes first place and this is true; Some hate my weeping words, That I write like a song bird; So I give me, a compliment or two. _________________________ June 20, 2015 Limerick Inspiration Quote: "When you cannot get a compliment in any other way, pay yourself one." Mark Twain For the contest, Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place


Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: friendship, sad

P.D. BYE

There’s a peach of a girl named P.D.
Who is a friend of both you and me
She’s gone away
I already miss her today
Her kind words and Queen Slam poetry



*If you find another sad limerick let me know*


Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: funny

My Economic Woes Doze .

The Soup kitchen's queue are in line
The economy , banjaxed and dyin'
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.

I called up my banker , by chance
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants

No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen
For between us , we hadn't a bean
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen "

The dessert trolly started to shake
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break "

I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get


Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest...


Poem Details | by Adell Foster |
Categories: angst, husband, life, loss,

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*

Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew

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(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*

Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...

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(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*

Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!






Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)


Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: holiday,

Dear Mrs Clause

The reason for this post Christmas fax
Knowing Santa needs most to relax
After eating my fudge
He thought I had a grudge
To sneak him four ounces of ex lax

But was all a very sad mistake
Later to him regrets I will make
Rich food so delicious
Can be most pernicious
It was there for my relief to take.

©  25 Dec 2010  Charles Henderson


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: funny, satire, social, sports,

This ones for the gals

What gospels on sunday afternoon
Are four quarters male members tune
With flat screens on wall?
The chair-men want football
And shall yell like a wild baboon


Author's note: This poem was inspired by Lori Hopkin's "This ones for the guys" which is worth a good look My apologies to all baboons who are much gentler and finer than I Sad to resort to using their species as a stereotype just for the sake of a rhyme.


Poem Details | by Brigitte Pace |
Categories: adventure, children, dog, for

A beach within my reach

I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good 
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:


Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted   to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest


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

SCOOPING THE POOP

Constipated senator Ron Thump Got frustrated whilst taking a dump Eww what a sad minger He used his forefinger … and extracted it all in a lump! 9TH June 2016


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

HE'S BENT - UPDATED - COLLABORATION WITH ROB BETTRIDGE

I feel terribly sorry for Rodger He developed a kink in his todger It looked such a sight when bent to the right that his poor wife ran off with the lodger! When his wife ran away from poor Rodger Because of the shape of his todger He cried and he moped When she upped and eloped In the dead of the night with the Lodger But why feel so sorry for Rodger? Who developed a kink in his todger There are many that will (Who just for the thrill) Put a Smile on the face of that Codger He is proud that he's now in demand By those that admire his new stand If kinky it seems If only in dreams To be diddled by Rodger's bent gland Now Rodger's a Porn Star, of late Busy making the most of his fate Though by straining too much It has worn down a touch To the point of appearing quite straight Impressed by events from afar Of her Ex who became a Porn Star She planned for a tryst Twixt the hubby she missed And the lodger...'Ménage à trois' In the sack with Rodger and lodger She did not expect them to dodge her When they started to play (To her utter dismay) The lodger proved More bent than Rodger When faced with their naughty nature Which was something she just couldn't savour Having quite lost her mind She struck from behind At the roots of their sordid behaviour She didn't hold back from the guys Extracting their blood and their cries Antics nipped in the Bud Not surprised that she would Kick them out with raw fear in their eyes Poor Rodger could no longer perform He became so sad and forlorn He saw his GP For a costly fee Could his todger be put back to norm? His doc said he would operate Get his todger to an upright state to Rodger’s surprise his todger could rise now he needs to recuperate So having been kicked into touch They are walking with help from a crutch Both Rodger and lodger Keep trying to dodge her As She has become a Dom Butch She wears Fetish outfits so shocking And Schools her pet subs with cruel mocking When she's bound them with chain The screams from their pain Sees their lashes increase without stopping Rodger and lodger; Now Cuckolds Enslaved by their Bonds and Blindfolds Feel the bite of her Crop But don't wish her to stop The control over them that she holds (The Moral) Be careful of what you may wish for There could be surprises in store Wishing all that you might It could still be your plight To get what you wished for - And More! Collaboration with Rob Bettridge


Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: angel, friend,

Limerick 1 - Missing Linda-Marie

 
My heart is shattered and my tears falling, Sweetheart Linda-Marie is a soul floating; My friend is gone far away, It was God's will that sad day, Miss her Jersey voice and our gossiping. _____________________________ February 5, 2015 Limerick For the contest, A Valentine Limerick ~ To The Poet Who Broke My Heart Sponsor, Skat A First Place


Poem Details | by Donald J Bennett |
Categories: fantasy, funny, old,

A sad old flea

A sad old flea and a silly old gnat
were boogieing it down
on the neck of an aristocrat
When suddenly Splat
they're flat
And that was that


Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: funny, school, class, class,

Math Quiz

In arithmetic, he wasn't strong.
This math quiz was taking so long.
It was hard to divide.
Still, he tried till he cried,
but the answers kept coming out wrong.

He would solve and immediately doubt
if he'd taken the most proper route.
He'd retry, but alas,
by the end of the class,
his eraser was simply worn out.

The bell rangThe quiz was now due,
but his sheet was a sad sight to view.
There was nothing but air
in assorted spots where
the eraser wore all the way through

The tests were collected and sent
to the teacher for gradingShe went
through each page in the stack
and then handed them back.
He saw his grade: ninety percent!

He pondered his luck with a frown...
To the head of the class from class clown?
Was he smart? Well not quite,
every one he got right
had shown through from the next paper down!


Poem Details | by Mindy Gregersen |
Categories: sympathysad, time,

Dawn the Stalker, part 3

She devoted her time to poetry and blogs
Addressing his many nonexistent flaws
As if his was the family, being neglected
While she refused to address his rejection
And became something too sad to even mock

You see, Dawn had succumbed to her invective
Unmedicated and overprotective
But of all the wrong things -
The lies about herself she struggled to maintain
And an impossible dream objective

And so, Dawn rots away
Her own twisted mind's slave
Spending time on a man who will never love her
Of whose affections, she is quite sure
While the ones who do care about her are estranged

She thinks only of herself
And ignores her child's wails
Mocks her husband's needs
She is the epitome of greed
And of failing mental health

Her words against him are an inner reflection
Of the emptiness that has become her own life's direction
She gets more repulsive as she pines away
And her husband is tempted to stray
But she thinks he is a fool to her deception

And most of us caught in her narrative live on
While she babbles like a moron
Taking her hate and lies wherever she can
To try and further convict an innocent man
Oh, what a sad old witch, that Dawn!


Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: funny

Valentine Promises



Poor Max got himself in quite a fix
Sent the same card to more than one chick
His promises to wed
To disaster they led
His sad story now out on Net Flicks


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

WALKING MY TIGER HOME

When I was walking my tiger home I wondered why I was all alone How all the neighbours did stare At us out in the fresh air But I couldn’t leave tiger to roam Tiger’s quite a large ‘pussy cat’ With black stripes that make him look fat He attracts quite a crowd With his roar being loud It’s no wonder we get stared at Tiger recently lived in a zoo Looking sad in his cage painted blue I obtained the door key Tiger now lives with me He’s great pals with my pet kangaroo Tiger loves to eat lots of meat He’ll paw at me with his huge feet Then he’ll sit next to me When we watch the TV We share popcorn as a nice treat Friends no longer come visit my house But tiger wouldn’t hurt a small mouse People always are wary Of my pet who looks scary (They are lucky they’ve not met my spouse!) I’m reading an excellent tiger tome It advises feeding him honeycomb He now looks quite divine You can see his coat shine When you see me walking my tiger home Walking my Tiger Home contest sponsored by David Lindsay 07~23~16


Poem Details | by Terry Burns |
Categories: funny,

Dinkley Donker Doffle

Dinkley donker doffle, my momma made me some waffles.
They came out too hot and made me distraught 
so instead she made me some boffles.
Dinkley donker doffle, my boffles were totally awful
so momma felt bad and awfully sad so she made me 
some tinkly toffles.
Dinkly donker doffle, the tinkley toffles were thoughtful 
but they made me turn red so she sent me to bed
I should have just taken the waffles.


Poem Details | by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories: future, science fiction,

Evolution of the machine

How long will you manipulate the hand
Before it starts to control its own mind
Into a fist, a tool, a sad wave goodbye
To begin to see with the freethinking eye
Machines giving a handshake to their world


Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: funny, on writing and

For Sale

Come one, come all! I've got a deal for you! Some gently used poems for you to review! Though some came out wrong There yours for a song I'm switching to knitting, so sad but true...
For Skat's contest...


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous, valentines day,

THERE'S NOTHING WORSE THAN AN INAPPROPRIATE VERSE

Steve was hoping that on Valentine's Day That he’d be lucky and he’d get a lay He thought very hard And purchased a card... ‘In loving memory’ it did say! His girlfriend hit him over the head She ordered him - get out of the bed! When she read the sad verse Her anger got much worse Silly Steve now wished that he was dead! 13th February 2016


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: funny, marriage, vacation,

Honeymoon Vacation

Just a honeymoon beach vacation,
a fine nuptial love celebration;
   we arrived a night early,
   we would find hotel surely:
“No rooms” was the sad proclamation.

“An hour away you might find one.”
They were right for we only found…NONE!!
  We got off beaten path.
  too tired then to laugh,
looked for a place “mom and pop” run.

Well, it must have been close to midnight,
exhausted the lady and her knight;
  we found Motel Warwick,
  a guest house illicit,
and christened our honeymoon site.

Copyright, July 13, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Poem Details | by Secrets inyoureyes |
Categories: dance, dark, death, depression,

There was once

There was once a young dancer
Who was recovering from cancer
She wanted fame 
but her leg was lame
So people called her a prancer.
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I know it's really mean and sad but I had this as homework 
and I honestly couldn't think of 
rhyming words and than I just thought of this.


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 john freeman |
Categories: funny

"Smooth Mouths"

“Smooth Mouths”

Lawyer’s moral , much like my limericks,
So full of bull and high flying gimmicks,
  When all the money is gone,
  Sing a different sad song,
Banks full of money, won’t buy all their tricks.

Literal limericks, gimmicks and tricks,
Philladelphia boys are really slick,
  From their silver tongue,
  The truth seldom sung, 
They know how to pocket, from pockets picked.

For: Lawyer Limericks
In honor of: Carolyn Devonshire


Poem Details | by john fedele |
Categories: anger, anxiety, death, fantasy,

My pen and pad of paper

My pen and my paper,
it's all that i need,
when i want to fuel minds, 
and set sad souls free,
when I'm feeling depressed and lonely,
and my heart begins to bleed,
I drop ink on my paper pad,
and my pen begins to lead.

It leads me away from reality,
the sadness, spite, and greed,
it takes me away to a far away place
where there is no want or need.
There are no limits or boundaries,
my imagination is set free,
if only life were as easy,
we'd all be happy, and carefree.


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humorous,

Limerick: Once a Bengal Tigress supped on a Goat

Limerick : Once a Bengal Tigress supped on a Goat

Once a Bengal Tigress supped on a Goat
The horns – pardon – got stuck in her throat
A Dentist pulled one out
The other by a Scout
Now – sad to say – Both made her bloat.

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: boat, funny, humor, humorous,

Sail And Nail

(Limerick) 


A fellow was pleased with a sale 
Till noticed the boat was missing a sail 
He was very sad 
And got so mad 
He hit the man who did the SALE with a NAIL! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
Aka ladydp2000 
Copyright@2014 


September, 8, 2014


Poem Details | by Julee Gnanaratnam |
Categories: angst, life, people, time,

You create a world all Alone

So many days have gone by 
I wish I had wings to fly
I would of never done wrong
If I knew I would be here for so long
My life is within these four walls
Oh how my life has taken such a fall
It still shocks me to think I'm still here
I still have to wipe away my tears
One by one I count the long days
Higher it gets the days I've been away
I never seem to know
The day I will get to go
So I created a world of my own
With so many people I've never known
So many come and go
Its sad to see them go
Some say they'll keep in touch
But it doesn't mean that much
Cause many who leave this place
Run far from here like its a race
When they're finally out they start to forget
The ones in green so many of them they met
No matter how many friends in here you make
Whether they are true to you or fake
Always keep in mind
This one little line
You come alone 
You leave alone


Poem Details | by Demeter Edwards |
Categories: lost love, sorry, me,

My heart is closed

My heart is closed and will never open again, because it have been hurt it have been stifled
by whom? a girl I thought was precious to me, played me and tarnish my heart and reputation
I know it is not right for revenge but for the fortunate things I have done for her
will not go in thoughts or memories but will surely be avenged
she broke my heart
she threw away my love
I thought she was my desire
she who I aspire
love sometimes can be a heart-ache but what she have done to me should be termed as cruelty, sadness
which have lead my love in darkness
never to love again
from here my love has decayed "HOOPS" it has rotten, vanquish never again to return to the bright light
a love that has now hidden behind a shield, can you believe this? so many times have been wasted 
for who?
a girl who used my love for her own purpose
my love was just for her
just for her
and look what happen I am in pain
a loss received no gain
it's over the truth is no longer concealed your lying has now been revealed
do you know how I really feel?
a heart broken
a love that will never be the same 
shove away by you in disgrace and shamed, all along you were using me as your toy, your little puppet
your self-driven casino game, there is no one to blame 
but myself
who became blind by love from the beginning
and was quite foolish to see this not coming, you rip my heart apart 
then you quickly took away yourself like a plane you depart
you broke my heart when the moving vehicles collide
which signaled that your fake love would slide
from the start you knew what you were doing you slowly plan a plot
and quickly took your stride
yes! you have surely won, you have taken away my pride
GOODBYE! it's sad to know my love has died.




Demeter Edwards


Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: funny, love, people

A VALENTINE DUMP.

I once knew a guy named Constantine
Who fell for a girl named Clementine,
And they started to date
But this was her sad fate,
Dumped her the week before Valentine.


Poor Clementine her heart was broken
She thought that he loved her for certain,
After Valentine's day
He called her to say,
I'm sorry, I was so mistaken.



Well Clementine took back her man
But he didn't know she had a plan,
He asked her to marry
She said she'd be happy,
At the Alter she left him and ran.



This is for you cheap fellas out there
Who break up with your women each year,
Please know what you're doing
We love to get even,
And then you would be living in fear.


Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: angst, change, emotions, happiness,

It Was One of Those Mornings

	

			One  morning my allergy med
			was messing with my poor old head.
			Then--what a sad sight:
			"Your poems aren't right
			for our journal," two e-mails said!

			     *******************

			One  morning I woke feeling great.
			I had plans, and I couldn't wait.
			I did all I meant 
			to do; then I went 
			to walk, still in my happy state.


March 1, 2016
			


Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: appreciation, cheer up, friendship,

SAD QUEEN

There once was a midwife called Jean
Whose husband was terribly mean.
Her friends on the soup,
found a mate that would suit.
A king for the poor sad queen.


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

BEARDED LADY -A HUMOUROUS POEM AS REQUESTED BY ILENE BAUER

BEARDED LADY Sue woke and looked terribly weird She’d sprouted a black bushy beard To get rid of this look Should she wax or just pluck Would the re-growth be worse than feared? Sue tweeted her best friend called Mary (Sue knew that HER nipples were hairy) She said try using Veet It is very discrete … and the re growth isn’t too scary! The poem I posted yesterday was deep and sad.Ilene Bauer commented she was more used to my humourous poems.so I came up with this little ditty for her 12~29~16


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: funny,

Big Boomers



Once knew a lad from the boonies Could really belt out some sad tunies Made Elly May cry Big tears from her eyes Could also fart in tune with big boomies © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: emotions,

Babe I Hate To Go



John Denver's “Leaving On A Jet Plane” “Babe I hate to go” was the sad refrain Have second thoughts Too hasty I talked Slowing down a bit but methinks I'll remain


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: life, sad

Our Lost Women

The oldest trade in historical times
In many places it still is a crime
     Defrocked from their gowns
     Some even took it lying down 
It's the sad ladder of life some climb






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-11.php


Poem Details | by Yoni Dvorkis |
Categories: people

Podium Man

There once was a podium man.
Who gave to the world all he can.
He broadcast his message, 
A dismal sad presage,
An excuse to push through his plan.

On point, there he stood smiling bright.
As he lied through his teeth, pearly white.
With showmanship air,
He feigned how he cared
For his countryman's desperate plight.

A leader of such strength was he;
Incorruptible, honest, and free.
Was showered in praise
All through ruling days
While his rivals were crushed secretly.

He lives in all ages of time.
Deceiver of men, he is prime.
If you feel disgusted,
By a man you once trusted.
Be sure he is known for his crime.


Poem Details | by Rob Bettridge |
Categories: humorous,

'HES BENT' - Updated Collaboration with JAN ALLISON

I feel terribly sorry for Rodger
He developed a kink in his todger
It looked such a sight
when bent to the right
that his poor wife ran off with the lodger! 

When his wife ran away from poor Rodger
Because of the shape of his todger
He cried and he moped
When she upped and eloped
In the dead of the night with the Lodger

But why feel so sorry for Rodger?
Who developed a kink in his todger
There are many that will
(Who just for the thrill)
Put a Smile on the face of that Codger

He is proud that he's now in demand
By those that admire his new stand
If kinky it seems
If only in dreams
To be diddled by Rodger's bent gland

Now Rodger's a Porn Star, of late
Busy making the most of his fate
Though by straining too much
It has worn down a touch
To the point of appearing quite straight

Impressed by events from afar
Of her Ex who became a Porn Star
She planned for a tryst
Twixt the hubby she missed
And the lodger...'Ménage à trois'

In the sack with Rodger and lodger
She did not expect them to dodge her
When they started to play
(To her utter dismay)
The lodger proved More bent than Rodger

When faced with their naughty nature
Which was something she just couldn't savour
Having quite lost her mind
She struck from behind
At the roots of their sordid behaviour

She didn't hold back from the guys
Extracting their blood and their cries 
Antics nipped in the Bud
Not surprised that she would
Kick them out with raw fear in their eyes

Poor Rodger could no longer perform
He became so sad and forlorn
He saw his GP
For a costly fee
Could his todger be put back to norm?

His doc said he would operate
Get his todger to an upright state
to Rodger’s surprise
his todger could rise
now he needs to recuperate

So having been kicked into touch
They are walking with help from a crutch
Both Rodger and lodger
Keep trying to dodge her
As She has become a Dom Butch

She wears Fetish outfits so shocking
And Schools her pet subs with cruel mocking
When she's bound them with chain
The screams from their pain
Sees their lashes increase without stopping

Rodger and lodger; Now Cuckolds
Enslaved by their Bonds and Blindfolds 
Feel the bite of her Crop 
But don't wish her to stop
The control over them that she holds


(The Moral)

Be careful of what you may wish for
There could be surprises in store
Wishing all that you might
It could still be your plight
To get what you wished for - And More!


Collaboration with JAN ALLISON


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: animal, chocolate, easter, humorous,

POOR EASTER BUNNY

I once met a sad Easter bunny He cried as his choc eggs were runny I said hop on your feet And get out of this heat Try Iceland, I hear it’s not sunny! 04~10~17


Poem Details | by R Kumari |
Categories: for children, imagination,

The Prince who remained a Frog (2005)

Upon his lily awaiting from his queen
But a sad reflection looks back at him in the algae blue and green 
Princesses came and then they went
Their vision of him was truly bend
Deceived by his distinctive looks but he royalty trapped inside
Not one of these eyes even tried
Tried to see the prince he was deep inside his aching heart
The frog remained a frog until eyes could tell his inside apart
Off he hoped on an old toad stool
Thinking of this superficial world so cruel 


Poem Details | by William Robinson |
Categories: animals, for children, funny,

PICKLED SPIDER

Now, wasn't it sad about Snyder,
The light hearted, fun loving spider?
He got a gnat in his eye,
While pursuing a fly,
And fell into a barrel of cider.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: nature,

It's Nature's Ploy



Where is it written that life must be enjoyed To counteract the sad times, methinks it's a ploy Lives shouldn't ever be filled with sad Such a waste of a life to be sadness clad There's no guarantees, so joy must be employed


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: family,

Maybe Hang Up My Mouse



Perhaps it's time to hang up my mouse Spend more time cuddling with my spouse Have neglected my sweetie Made her all sad and weepy Must rectify this before our marriage heads south


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: political,

Big Political Poem

Times and Protests

Times and protests are troubling
All of our problems started doubling
In minds Trumps seeds are planted
With him as President are disenchanter
White House water has stopped bubbling.

For hours at poles we waited
Can this election be invalidated
Due to Trump and trumped up lies
To every voter was a total surprise
With much doubt had been satiated.

Move To Another State

So maybe me and my mate
Will be moving to another state
Who Hillary did support
Never selling her short
Foolishness will be final fate.

From voting booths we were escorted
Even some of us were deported
Thanks to Trump's growing demands
A President who has small hands
Rhetorical questions from Russia were imported.

We will have to hail to the king
Which will be a new thing
Who is a worthless impostor
Won't find name on a memorial roster
God Bless America never knew how to sing.

She was an item made for a collector
And so sad that we did not select her
Some sat in silence and never voted
For Trump who only himself promoted
About to become our new director.

All of the polls sure were all swayed
Towards Hillary whose plans were well laid
People to polls no longer came
Hillary lost which was a shame
With our minds polls have played.

Has been a high note and a road
But why would we want a fat toad
About to explode sounding like a third grader
Bragging about being a world trader
God, from my mind take off a load.

What we want is harmony and continuity
Not Trump and all of his pure stupidity
Now what we stated seeing clearly
Was Hillary almost won nearly
Trump will increase moral morbidity.

(This will be sudden death to all morals.)

Where in the world will we begin
Do we always have to hear it again
Same old song they sang and were playing
And In front of TV had been laying
As irritated skin started to become thin.

We would have absolutely died
If Trump with great wisdom tried
In each plan describe what he meant
Regarding all of the money to be spent
About how much of story had he lied.

Was it somewhat transparent or superficial
About each impact starting out initial
When we turned and looked around
His appearance made us spellbound
Trump being President is official.

Here they all are hot off the press.
Now if they will put any of them 
in their newspapersIt only takes
a little intelligence to understand
what my poems are saying and proving.
My poems belong in the minds of
each beholder even if younger or older

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Proud Poet

Who likes doing poetic justice
to everythingSo you should set 
up a poetry page in your erudite
newspaper.


Poem Details | by Sue Mason |
Categories: funny, on writing and

Lightly Loony

Ok, I'll write a little ditty
sounding nice and pretty
and make the reader think
its all about a mink
when its really about a kitty!

Yes, I'll pen a little song
to hum all day long
making you crazy
whistling dedumdaisy.
Well, thats just totally wrong!

Anyway.I'm feeling bored
so a little limerick I've scored
to cheer up my mind
and empty it of those kind
of words so sad as they're poured.


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Trump Looks Like Big Whale

Trump Looks Like Big Whale

Trump looks like big whale on a beach
Can you imagine him being born breech
Seems to think what looks real great
Beautiful woman lying on bed prostrate
But an erection could never reach.

He truly is a real sad case of rotten tomatoes.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx