Limerick Poems About Summer | Summer Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: adventurefish, fishing,

A Farm Yarn

When we were young boys on our farm.
A fish tale never meant any harm,
We oft were given a look,
When from such a tiny brook,
We claimed a fish as long as your arm.

But then our neighbor named Meg,
Beat the fib and put us down a peg,
By claiming from the same brook,
With not a worm on her hook,
She caught a fish as long as your leg!

Well that truth was quite hard to beat,
Then Summer beat a hasty retreat
Winter changed the fishing world,
Meg turned from tomboy to girl.
And now this fishing tale is complete!




For John Freeman's "Fishing Limericks"


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, change, nature,

September

September lovely September
Immerse us in colorful splendor
The next thirty days
Please thrill and amaze
With beauty we'll always remember

September lovely September
Embrace Mother Nature so tender
She may blush bright red
Turning down flower beds
While summer honorably surrenders

September lovely September
Full moon of harvest you'll render
Though lovers may stare
And dreamers may dare
You'll always be autumn's defender
 

   original poem by Daniel Turner


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: funny, humorous,

THE ADVENTURES OF JIM THE TRIM-AT THE BEACH

On this tropical beach, one hot summer day
Jim the Trim came, his bod to display
Been workin’ out day and night
Made the girls' eyes burn bright
Next, he's running from muscles that sashay





KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun, nonsense,

Dolly had a scarlet doll

                                          Dolly had a scarlet doll
                                        In the summer it could roll
                                             Last fall a blunder
                                           Doll gulped a thunder
                                       She messed up all in a ball












        Dolly had a scarlet doll: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
                                           17 November 2014


Poem Details | by alan balter |
Categories: animal,

Harvey the Hippo

Harvey the Hippo

Harvey is a huge hippopotamus
Who bathes in a bay that is bottomless
HIs mouth is as large as a riverboat barge
And he weighs ten times more than a lot of us

Big Harvey isn’t nasty or troublesome
Nor like other guys who are double dumb
He just wanders around stomping the ground
Looking for pieces of bubble gum

Harvey owns a fine yellow cummerbund
And sewn on the back is the number one
He wears it right proudly and bellows quite loudly
While playing outside in the summer sun

Once Harvey met up with a crocodile
Together they decided to walk a mile
Near the shore they strolled, but the water got cold
So they sat down to talk on the dock a while

Eating Oreo cookies about four apiece
They talked about matters of war and peace
They discussed the economy, art, and astronomy
And the huge immigration of foreign geese

Then walking back toward his new shiny house
Harvey stopped for a chat with a tiny mouse
Her name was Du Barry; they decided to marry
And soon come a baby named Stanislaus

A handsome young child was Stanislaus
Dressed up in his fine silken Spanish blouse
They all had made history; this was no mystery
For Stan was the first Hippopotamouse

Huge Harvey adored his sweet ladylove
From her wee little feet to her head above
He brought her some strings and other fine things
Including a snowy white turtledove

Harvey has grown really mellow now
He seldom produces a bellow now
But if you’re down by the bay, you can still see him play
This wondrous and gentle old fellow now





Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: family, happiness, nature, places,

Barefoot on the Beach

The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near

The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives

In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon

For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball







Poem Details | by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: funny

BEES

On a summer day so hot and sunny
I watched a bee in a hive make honey
And as I went to pass 
He stung me in the grass (fooled you, didn’t I)
And I said hey man, that isn’t funny


Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: fruit, funny, math,

Gross Fruits

We planted a gross of strange, cube shaped fruits
Below the soil, then waited for shoots
When summer was through
Only twelve grew
Which is what you get when you plant, square roots


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: childhood, for children, funny

Pretty Little Ladybug

See the pretty little Ladybug
In summer she'll sit on your mug             
Pose in her polka dots                 
Delighting tiny tots
Play a tune and she may cut a rug


~*~     

Note: Nor for a contest...just fun : )


Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: humor,

ADAM AND EVE

ADAM AND EVE There was a young couple they named Adam and Eve They walked around naked - oh my, can you believe! In Summer it was bold But Winter was too cold So they donned large fig leaves - now ev'ryone's relieved! © ELR 2013


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: beach, clothes, funny, humor,

Embarrassing Moment


Embarrassing  Moment

In 'Sixty I went to the shore
A hot summer day, so I wore
My handmade swimsuit
It was very cute
Expecting I was, and I swore,

It looked just as nice as can be
My tummy was covered, you see
The shorts were cut out
For belly to sprout
Top flared over shorts demurely.

At once came along a great wind
My top flew right up and chagrined
By this great surprise
To see with my eyes
My tummy exposed as bare-skinned!

But now in these new modern days
No problem with bumps that amaze
Those covered or bare
Don't bring on a stare
When dressed up in clingy arrays

Back then we were less indiscreet
Maternity clothes for the street
Were tents that flowed wide
To hide what's inside
Our bumps took a private backseat!

So when my bare belly stuck out
So shocked, I spun round with a shout
Grabbed towel up fast
Embarrassed, aghast!
I covered it up without doubt!


Sandra MHaight

~1st Place!
Contest: Humor Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged: 06/08/2016

~NA~
Contest: Most Embarrassing Moment
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 10/20/2015    


Poem Details | by Bernard Barclay |
Categories:

Kids are like the summer dew

kids are like the summer dew
they grow they cling they wet on you


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: political,

Political

A small temporary summer crush Hillary and Donald's traits makes one blush Media gives each a free ride On all TV screens can not hide Summer flees, winter leaves, spring flushes


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: imagination, nature, seasons

Rock - Paper - Scissors

~

Paper Snowflake

~

Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam

~


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: humorous,

Pete's Dirty Feet

Peter a farmer from Scrubby Creek,
 Seldom washed his great big feet,
  His fed up wife would complain 
      About the odorous strain
When in summer it reached its peek.


Poem Details | by Mel Merrill |
Categories: humor,

April Gave Herself to Me

Dear April gave herself to me;
May probably will as well--
Although neither know the other
And sweet June will never tell!

But Summer cannot know of them,
It would put me in a spot.
Besides, my heart does long for her--
For summer's really hot!

M :-)


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: happiness, sea,

Chilling on the Coast

Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
     Songs of gulls surrounding me
     Colorful shells line the sea
And of my exploits I feel I must boast

The breeze is refreshing as winds pick up
I cast out hoping for something to sup
     Though the tides aren’t moving
     I am always still grooving
Then with a smile I spy a fish close up

It’s just a tiny minnow swimming past
Oh yes, he’s small, but he might be the last
     So I reach down with my net
     He splashes and gets me wet
On a summer day I have chilled out fast



*Entry for Yasmin’s “Letting Your Hair Down” contest by Carolyn Devonshire Written 6/19/2012
     


Poem Details | by DrJim Martin |
Categories: hope,

Cold Days

Cold Days
DrJames EMartin
©January, 2014

Days of summer are now gone.
Cold winter days we’re shown.
My great desire,
Is to sit by the fire,
Until greatly warmer I have grown.


Poem Details | by Mark Goodson |
Categories: childhood, for children, happiness,

These Coming Summer Days

Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays


Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: childhood,

Mathematical Equations

My homework has many an equation, Teacher says math is a good foundation; It all seems like a puzzle, Squiggles that make my mind frizzle, Oh please tell- when is summer vacation? ___________________________ March 8, 2026 Limerick For the contest, Equations, sponsor, Anthony Slausen Did not place in Contest.


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: bird, fun, may, summer,

DARLING BIRDS OF MAY


                                         DARLING BIRDS OF MAY
                                Chirrrrup chirrrrup  darling birds of May
                           Peep, cheep, peepy cheep please hit the hay
                                            We are summer birds
                                            Say no empty words
                                    Rising sun is bathing us with ray


Poem Details | by Jesse Rowe |
Categories: friend, friendship, seasons,

Two Leaves

Two girls lived upon Sycamore.
Close as any friends were before.
Despite rainy, spring day
They'd laugh and they'd play
In matching green dresses they wore

Said one to the other in May,
"My dear, you look pretty today
In your beautiful dress
What a grace you possess
Forever will we be this way!"

But as time went by and they grew
The winds of change came blowing through.
Though neither knew why
And they still lived nearby
The times that they shared became few

As dog days of summer lolled by
The ground like their friendship went dry
They both suffered alone
Thinking,  "Now that I've grown
She has long since cast me aside."

At last on one September night
Beneath a pale harvest moon light
When neither expected
They both reconnected
She said,  "My dear,  aren't you a sight!"

"Your dress, oh the color transcends
Though wrinkled and curled at the ends,
And see, mine is the same."
And once more they became
The closest and dearest of friends

But each colder day that went past
Twas shorter the rays the sun cast
Soon their generation
Succumbed from their station, 
But they and their friendship held fast

Together on winter's first freeze
They exhaled the autumn's last breeze.
With their stems intertwined
If you search you can find
Lightly buried in snow: Two Leaves.

9/15/2016


Poem Details | by Olusegun Akanbi |
Categories: animalssummer, summer,

BUTTERFLY

BUTTERFLY
Once there was a little butterfly
Once there was a little butterfly
Which flew up to the sky
And descended low
On  a chocolate cream pie
Away little butterfly
And away she goes
Over the hilly valleys
As the summer wind blows
To a place that is far
And nobody knows
Flapping her bright wings
With purple and blue rings
And disappears again
Like a mid summer dream


Poem Details | by deb radke |
Categories: native americanpeople, summer, people,

Indian Rock - And How It Was Taken

INDIAN ROCK - AND HOW IT WAS TAKEN

They came to the hills with intent,
Offering worship and praise as they went.
The rock with two hands
On my grandparent’s lands
Held a mystical song, most reverent.

One year the museum man came
From a place with a big, fancy name;
He ordered the stone
To find a new home,
So east went the rock with acclaim.

My Grandma, both worried and stirred;
To the people, she couldn’t send word.
In the spring they appeared
Holding gifts as they neared,
‘Imminent Domain’ a term they’d never heard.

That summer, when she heard their soft knock,
She told them how she tried to block,
But the men most insistent,
And oh, most persistent
Served papers to take charge of the rock.

Now the rock sits away from the sun;
Children gaze at the hands, but no one
Kneels before it in praise
Feeling summer’s full rays,
Giving thanks for all that God’s done.



[This is a true story In the early 1970’s, a rock of pink granite, with two carved hands facing 
the rising sun, was removed from my grandparent’s pasture by people from the Museum of 
Natural History It was to be part of an exhibit on Indian Culture And yes, they had papers 
Grandma cried the following summer when the people appeared on the day before summer 
solstice She cried when she told them of the rock’s removal They did not cry They held 
out gifts, insisting Grandma accept Then they left They did not return again.]


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: weather,

Summer All Winter



The summer is reaching an end so it seems Just started I thought, when everything turned green Not fair I declare I'm filled with despair Would love summer all winter, I want to scream © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by DrJim Martin |
Categories: fun,

Vacation Blues

Vacation Blues
DrJames EMartin
©July, 2013

I went on my summer vacation,
It brought me great elation.
To return back to home,
Is a thought far gone,
It should be my permanent location.


Poem Details | by patricia ondish |
Categories: funny, happinessmom, mom, giggle,

"Rockin Ride"

I start my life out everyday ,Often in the same ol' way,
I eat , 
I smile, 
I bathe and crawl back n forth, Some days , I ride my rocking horse,
But nothing prepares for mt goal,
Oh my !! Do hurry I want to roll,
My wheels are the whitest , I have  seen,
My spokes are the shinest , Oh how they beam,
I do love summer time,,
My shocks are the raddest, They bounce and they bounce,
My ride is way to cool,
I can't wait till ,I get to school,
I have to check my get and go,
Sometimes, Mom is kinda slow,
I coo and I coddle so she gets some gas,
I really want to get there fast,
My diaper bag packed and ready to go ,
We are the hippest , I want to roll,
We stroll right by the other rides, Mine is the Coolest mom confides,
I bounce and I giggle all the way to play !
OH My , what a wonderful day,!


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun,

Billy was a silly man

Billy was a silly man 
Run over by neighbor Anne 
He barked barked and barked 
But nobody harked 
His cry in the summer rain


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: pride,

It's Only A Myth



A survey says Canada's a great place to live I'll vouch for that, my bias, please forgive Except for our winters Creating white whiskers And the rumour we have summer is only a myth © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

At The Age Of Thirteen



Used to look up at the clouds and dream Shapes reminded me of mounds of whipped cream Delightful summer days Dreaming life away As the pretty fillies caused my ears to emit steam (They still do!) © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: funny

THE BULGE

Losing weight is a Summer tradition
To get myself in good swimsuit condition
        But it seems that my fate
        Is I start it too late
so instead of a loss - there's addition!  



Poem Details | by John Monteblanco |
Categories: adventure, life, school, seasons

Summer

Summer why can't you come faster?
The only thing I praise is that I'm able to see the sun's shower.
I play through the days and nights.
Hoping June will come and be my Knight.
I don't think I'll make it past this year, without the Summer getting queer.


Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: people, social,

The Lover

As I lay up treasures in the summer of my youth.
Counting coup on censure, random acts uncouth.
Defenseless maidens hover,
searching for the lover
they find not in me, neither compassion nor truth.

Forbid me not to boast my many conquests done.
The bragging rights mount as I subdue one by one.
In lonely solitude they weep.
Dreams fade, they cannot sleep,
wasting their gift on a fly by night just out for fun.

While I make no promises which I can not fulfill.
They expect to interject a language of love at will
A mental walk to the alter,
then afterwards they falter.
When any hopes for further cohabitation I kill.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: nature,

Mother Nature



Mother Nature is the star of the summer show Knows what we look for, knows to her we owe The sunshiny happy days Laying on a chaise Burning the crap out of our ears and our nose


Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: life, loss, teen,

My first ride quickly died contest

The day I was liberated and free,
After a hard summer job finally,
I picked up my used, “new car”
I did not park it that far
Suddenly there was a catastrophe

At sixteen, tears came pouring down my face
Through the window I watched in sheer disgrace
A man smashed into my baby
I ran out of work CRAZY
My Honda, short lived, was now a big mess.


By: sabina nicole
contest: my first ride


Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: love

Lover's Gin

While I was sat drinking lemonade
the winter’s chilling sun started to fade
the calm before the storm 
perhaps another dawn
found in fizzy dreams of lemonade.

A hazy moonlit beach then appeared
my senses numbing as I had feared
as a pretty girl winked
at me, I dare not blink
in case she then went and disappeared.

The summer bronze reflected on her skin
her jewel like eyes just drank me in
an orchid in my gaze
to banish winter days
and I was caught in a lover’s gin.


Poem Details | by romeo naces |
Categories: nostalgia, people, places, seasons,

Chilled Chaser


               back then, younger summer evenings,

                we ate crabs, oysters, shrimp fillings

                    chased and downed, my dear,

                              with Mexican beer,

                  shortcomings, but no misgivings !


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: life,

Life's Zing



It's the beginning of spring when robins sing We're aware of our oncoming summer fling With sunshine galore Happiness to the core The best time of year, we can feel life's zing


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory,

At Age Thirteen



Used to look up at the clouds and dream Shapes reminded me of mounds of whipped cream Delightful summer days Dreaming life away As the pretty fillies caused my ears to emit steam


Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: me, nature,

My Planters

Each year when the summer is nigh
I drag out my planters and buy
     Some flowers to plant
     But somehow I can't
Make them grow, though I really do try.

I gently tamp down all the soil.
With watering, I am quite loyal.
     While others' plants thrive
     Mine are barely alive;
All my efforts Ma Nature does foil.

Still, just planted they look pretty good.
If they lasted, the way that they should,
     I'd be shocked as they come
     'Cause my never-green thumb
Would have done what I'd hoped that it would.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: dream,

At The Age Of Thirteen



Used to look up at the clouds and dream Shapes reminded me of mounds of whipped cream Delightful summer days Dreaming life away As the fillies caused my ears to emit steam


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: scary,

Two Days Only



Hope that's not it for summer Two days only, what a bummer It just can't be Makes me wanna pee Hope summer will be another hummer


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

More Horn Fourth of July Limericks

More Horn Fourth of July Limericks

In great, lovely land is where we live;
What we needed God always did give;
About our fine flag;
Hold high and won't sag,
And will flow full of vigor, vibe and vive.

In this land does exist our independence,
That is always logical making much sense;
Exists our liberty,
For you and me;
Does have high mountains and forest dense.

There is no other country that will be better;
We live according to law and its each letter;
Shall never leave,
And in God believe;
When each fall is cool do put on my sweater.

Living seems so easy here in summer time,
And majestic tall mountains do like to climb;
Enjoy our land,
God had planned;
Have heard liberty bell when it does chime.

In our incredible country wherever we went,
Peace and quiet does appear to be prevalent;
God did insist,
So I did enlist;
Serve this land that for me God had meant.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

 


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: daffodils,

Earnest



The summer hasn't really begun in Earnest That's where I met a girl with whom I flirted I'm such a silly Brain got willy nilly Pregnant she got, sadly her husband was alerted


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: weather,

Smoking Up



First weekend of the summer when they're calling for no rain It's almost August, the forecasters it must find it quite a strain Hearing all the grumblings Someone's been fumbling Trusted with the forecast, have they been smoking up again???


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: weather,

An Old Mammal



Wettest summer in Ontario in the last twenty annuls Turning quite aquatic, could swim the English Channel That used to be a big deal Now it's lost it's appeal I'm really no hero, just an over-the-hill mammal