Limerick Poems About Winter | Winter 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 James Marshall Goff |
Categories: funnywinter, winter,

No Winter This Year!.... No! None At All!

NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!

no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!

my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"

anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!

the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!

my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!

the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!

I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: beautiful,

The Might Of Things Unseen

Like a breath of wind that clings to barren haul Let me fill my lungs and join the stars in brawl They seem so feisty full Divine they tug and pull Like threadlike light on a baby’s green shawl The might of things unseen like silent sliver hush Are lullabies well sung while braids of silver rush Turn down the will By moonlit sill Invisible to all but all to one who heeds the rush The winter comes with scenes of white and blight The blowing wind on barren breast The Midas truth engraved on chest And all is quiet once again, all poised in white It grows in silence like a virgin rose upon the snow Slow to sprout in deep appendage for a silver beau Together they’ll chide Slip knots of leather n’ hyde Invisible to all but all to one, the wind will blow


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

Undone Hidden Flaws

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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 John Trusty |
Categories: funny, satire

EXHIBITIONIST (on purpose)

Showing off the ultimate bathing fright,
worked all winter preparing a delight.
Laid off the usual beer,
summer now finally here.
His Speedo package outrageous and tight!


*For the battle of the bulge contest  It only takes one Speedo to ruin a day at the beach!


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, snow, snow,

Slick Limerick

Andrea lives in a city
In which every season is pretty!
But on a bad snow day,
She drives on the freeway
And curses because it’s so %#itty(small edit for the kiddies)

**on our Utah license plates it says 
"The Greatest Snow on Earth" (yeah, right)

For PD's Contest
(After I posted this, I realized, gosh, the title
really does work because few things are as 
slick as a Utah road in winter.)


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: animals, funny,

Where Do Crickets Go

Where Do Crickets Go?

As winter approaches, their songs die out
Their gentle chirping I can’t live without
     Field mice make their way inside
     Lizards under my couch hide
So what’s with the crickets; have they no clout?

The crickets in Florida grow quite large
Perhaps in cold times they cruise on a barge
     Carnival Cruise Line reject
     Like Dangerfield, no respect
Not even an honorable discharge

Do they erect shelters ‘neath a snow mound?
Their disappearance surely does confound
     Like snowbirds, do they leap south
     Hearing winter’s roaring mouth?
Could they be in a Mexican camp ground?

The wasps and bees, well, they disappear too
But I give no thought to the stinging crew
     As surely as the sun shines
     I miss crickets’ unique whines
But in spring their songs will return on cue


*Entry for Francine’s “Write Me a Happy Poem” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire, November 1, 2012


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 Gail DeBole |
Categories: funny, people,

Portrait of Paula

Written: October 3, 2010

There once was a lady named Paula
Who loved to shop at the Mall-a.
She shopped ‘til she “dropped.”
She shopped and she shopped
Every Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall-a.

Christmas time put her skills to the test.
It was when Paula proved she was best.
The crowds stood amazed.
Paula could shop for days
Without losing her holiday zest.

Gail's note: Inspired by my friend Paula.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection


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 Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories: inspirational, day,

Is This It

Is this the day, the one that we all fear?
Yes, 12/21/2012 is now here!
The day of that great winter solstice
That the ancient Mayans have told us
Signals the start of Galactic New Year!

Is today the day that begins the New Age
And turns right over that great Cosmic Page?
The Aquarian Age that's replacing the Piscean
Which we will all be intellectually free in?

Who can honestly explain
What's happening on this Plane
Or will we remain in the dark
Occasionally sighting a spark?

What all should we do
To make this come true
For me and for you
To get the Truth through?




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 jack horne |
Categories: work,

Winter Woody

There was an old man in the nude,
His wife was a bit of a prude,
As winter got chilly,
He played with his willy,
And asked if she’d rather be screwed.


For Andrea’s contest


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humor,

Limerick: Once a Firebrand Fraulein from the Black Forest

Limerick : Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest

 Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest
In winter went out to cut wood sans vest
In fact sans Lederhose
Nor even horse fire hose
So she got fired on wood with zest.

		or
So she got fired for good in jest.

		or
So she got fired by Crook in earnest.

		or
So she got fired in crook by Earnest.

		or
So she got fired with Earnest in the nest.

(and so on and on…)

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013


Poem Details | by John Smith |
Categories: health,

Fall Flu


Do you cough, do you sneeze, sweat and shake; 
till you think your whole body will break?  
This is still only fall,
and it's yet a long haul 
ere you shake Old Man Winter awake 


Entered in ~gwendolen's~ 'The Sneezing Limerick Contest'.


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: funny, happiness,

Hot Cocoa

                                         Hot cocoa is my beverage of choice.
                                       To it's deliciousness I must give voice.
                                                  On a cold winter's night
                                                There's no greater delight.
                                    It makes my taste buds stand up and rejoice!



            Written by Kim Merryman 10/22/2011
             For Francine Roberts "Pick a Beverage, any beverage" contest.


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: funny,

February 2

When Chucky Groundhog comes above,
He's looking for a lady love.
If he sees shadow,
It is spring's deathblow.
For six long weeks, winter won't move.


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: adventure

Their last climb

Tough Hood's winter face is a bluff
The snow folds like marshmallow fluff
We would call you soon
If you gamboled in June
But you bet you had the right stuff


Poem Details | by J. Dover |
Categories: nature, seasons,

Where is the Cold

Right now, it is November And soon it'll be December Yet the cold has still not come Though fall has far from begun Oh it wasn't even cold in September The leaves just started to fall And some, still green- but not all Have left the safety of the trees For the sun's warm, frantic pleas To ignore winter's desperate call


Poem Details | by S.Jagathsimhan Nair |
Categories: nature, funny,

February funny bone

February funny bone

The poor one among twelve in terms of days
Better than the rest in many more ways
Withering days of winter
Summer still in its slumber
The valentine month with lovely cool rays.


S.Jagathsimhan Nair,   01-feb-2012
For Linda-Mary’s Februay funny bone contest


Poem Details | by Kristenna Gaylord |
Categories: devotion, passion

Lovers live to hate

A hot steamy, winter day.
Made two hateful lovers stray.
For together they were apart.
But, apart they lived with dead hearts.
They were visible by the fade

With a final blow, they forever killed.
The contained blood, spilled.
They hated to love.
They admitted this was undreamed of.
Together they emptied a cup by getting it filled.

Because they were only attracted by pushing away
Those two hateful lovers did stray.
By looking the other away they faced each other
They choose to love than hate the rather
So they both lived to kill today.


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 kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: art,

WINTER HATS

i love these things
some or insane
the look
got me hook
the way or made
it don't fade
to watch this that
the
WINTER HATS


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: art,

WINTER HATS

i love these things
some or insane
the look
got me hook
the way or made
it don't fade
to watch this that
the
WINTER HATS