These Relationship Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Relationship. These are the best examples of Relationship Limerick poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Tapped messages go out direct
With phones it's an easy connect
Thoughts from a finger
In cyberspace linger
But touching's too much to expect
Make sure you can manage the weight
Remember to keep the back straight
Then lift slow not quick
That should do the trick
You’ve just learned to pick up a date
My wife always says I’m the best
A feeling which brought me much zest
One night wild thoughts flew
In search of a clue
I wondered just who were the rest
Before the "I do" she must choose
A man that does well in dance shoes
His psyche gives a clue
When employing step two
Ply him to the limit with booze
As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
Oh doctor my wife won’t you see
I think she is cheating on me
Said doctor to fuss
Of course I’ll discuss
She’ll be with me just after three
A long time ago in a distant faraway land,
Some stupid jerkwad created the frying pan.
Since that time many scorned wives have used it well,
To send their cheating husbands’ souls straight to hell,
And plant their cold stiff carcasses beneath six feet of sand.
There once was a Queen from Kent,
Whose notebooks have yet been rent,
Who spent all her time
Creating a rhyme,
So her kingdom was downward sent...
Along came a Champion so proud!
But his followers were MUCH too loud!
They woke up the Queen,
Creating a scene,
So her soldiers kicked him 'about'...
"Say what!?" Screamed the Queen
As she looked him 'between'...
"Let him up!" She did order,
"And kick one another!"
As was the law in 1319...
"This man will be MINE," said the Queen,
"Yes, this man will be my King!
He'll save our dear land,
And lend me a hand
With a little personal something."
SAID THE CHAMPION:
"You MUST stop speaking in riddles, my dear,
For your words to my mind do adhere!
If I'll be your King,
Then do this one thing,
Or you'll lose me fore'er, I fear."
The Queen did her best to adjust,
Turning eloquent words into dust...
She barely could talk,
So her mate she did stalk,
And spent her days wrapped up in lust...
Her stories are many, I hear,
But many are filthy, I fear,
So I'll leave up to guess
How she got out of her mess,
And how her Champion honestly saved her.