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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.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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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

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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The Chap of the Zoo

There was once a chap of a zoological crew
And he got always plenty to do
One day he was prey
Nothing else more to say
So ended the fellow's life in the zoo

Copyright © Gert W. Knop

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A Series of Unfortunate Darwin Awards

The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.

In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
    Down the barrel he took
    A quite scatterbrained look
Then made it more than a figure of speech

There was a foolish fellow named Gary
Who gulped gasoline over near Cary
    The fuel made him gag
    So he fired up a fag
And now smokes in the state mortuary

"Look, no helmet!" Phil proudly decried
In the headgear disobedience ride
    He stood for his rights
    Then put out his lights
When he flew off his Electra Glide

An impatient Korean got miffed
And was ramming the doors of the lift
    Then went a bit daft
    When he got the shaft
But his ride to the bottom was swift


Copyright © Roy Jerden

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Serial Killer A Limerick

There once was a serial killer His life was one sickening thriller From the bodies he’d saves And the ones in the graves His life was one bloody chiller Tho his mental state wasn’t quite normal And his social skills never that formal He loved people to pieces Even after life ceases With dead bodies he does like to dabble Now that sounds rather creepy you say That killing is how one spends his day While it’s not quite a profession More like an obsession In the end they’ll come take him away
Authors note: This was done as an exercise, we were given certain words (a wordle ) and it was the writers choice what form to put them in and how to use them.

Copyright © Amanda Moore

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An Angel

Last night as I lay in my bed
An angel appeared and said
Your life will soon end
I am sent as a friend
To a new kingdom soon you will be led

Say goodbye to all those you hold dear
Tell all they must not shed a tear
For your passing will be
Liberating and free
With my lead you will not have fear

In life you have suffered too much
Soon you will walk without need of a crutch
In the kingdom to come
You won’t limp you will run
With the help of the lords gentle touch

So I wait for the day to draw nigh
Though I know lots of people will cry
With happiness in my heart
I will gladly depart
Heavens waiting there for me to try

The angel at last has drawn near
He offers a new life so clear
With a silent prayer 
I climb the golden stair
Halleluiah the angels all cheer

Copyright © Owen Yeates

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Ten Little Indians

You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.

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Fried Pants

Written on May 17, 2012

Mr. Phiburn, a man who had tried
To live not by the sword, but all lies
No surprise where he went
For him, eternity was spent
Wearing pants that were
Very well fried.

Inspired by: “Liar, liar pants on fire”

Gail's Note: To those who have commented on my poetry within the past few weeks. Thank you, and I apologize for my non-responsiveness.  I haven't been able to be as involved with the soup recently.  I hope to become more involved again within the next few weeks or so.

Copyright © Gail DeBole

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New Friends - collaboration

I've been getting to know really well
my new friend with so much to tell.
We've got similar work
and we share the same quirk:
Our sore bodies are giving us hell!

by Andrea Dietrich

For her friendship I'm in her debt.
Though I like Soup, it's not home yet.
So with her kind words
I feel like I'm heard
And not a nobody poet. 

by Susan Burch

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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out after dark

They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.

So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!

When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.

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Written May 18, 2009

There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a 
Meeting at 10:30."

Copyright © Gail DeBole

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Spirits, Incorporated

Written by Gail DeBole

Fred Hardtselle, a salesman who died,
On his tombstone had these words inscribed:
"In a seance call me,
for a rather small fee,
I'll find out where you're going, and why!"

Copyright © Gail DeBole

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Anzac Day

It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay

Copyright © Vera Duggan

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Salty and sweet limerick

Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine 
Now standing forever to scour?

Copyright © Euginia Liapich

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Pete's Sweet Death

Let me tell you about a guy Pete. If it’s true that we are what we eat, he would just have to be loved by everybody because he would be something sweet! On sweets Pete could never get full, so he’d eat all his cakes and pies whole! With each passing year his widening rear more resembled a large jelly roll. With gusto Pete daily transgressed, chowing down on desserts he liked best, never giving one thought to the things that he ought - like that thing going wrong in his chest. . . . It occurred after Pete had dug in to some pastries, his favorite sin. In his chair Pete had plopped when his heart simply stopped - But his jelly smeared mouth wore a grin!
For the "Die A 'Fun' Death Contest Poetry Contest" hosted by Natalie the Rogue Rhymer

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind

In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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What is it all about

After life's most noteworthy prize
All must reach a final demise
This was their best love
Say the wise from above 
Large pizza and super-size fries 

Copyright © Duke Beaufort

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The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My definition of love

Baby, the day I saw you first
Dunno how my heart had a burst
You soon became my friend
Would friendship last till the end?
Staying without you, oh that’s the worst

High time it was, I’d waited so long
You’d finally proposed to me with a song
Ooohh I could hardly wait
You were already my mate
I wished nothing would now ever go wrong

We usually sat together like a dove
Now was that really true love, love?
Sad songs seemed so boring
Romance in full sure seemed luring
Now was that really true love, love?

Your lovely smile was now my smile
Our relationship was not at all fragile
I started drawing hearts and roses
We took photographs in various poses
Without you, I couldn’t even stand a while

One day that was, I wasn’t feeling very well
You immediately rang the nearest doctor’s bell
He had a really bad news
From all the doctors we took reviews
I was about to die, they said from their shell 

That is the day when I realized
Our love was never actually very precise
My love had different forms
Between us, we had no norms
I sure had a soon to be demise

Relating romantic songs to you, was not true love
Electricity racing at your touch, was not true love
Your presence at my last breath, telling me 
You’ll never leave, kiss me, caress me
Making me smile, while I die, now that’s true love...

Copyright © apoorva patrikar

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Lose the Mask! Lose The Mask!

You might be beyond ever caring
what happens if you are still wearing
the face of a ghoul !
Do not be a fool
or St. Peter at you will be glaring.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.

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Lizzie Borden


When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done
Thought to herself that was so much fun
So she whack them again
And again and again
Then laughed aloud at what she's done!

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Mediocre Man

There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster

Copyright © Dustin Craig

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The East End, Ends

It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser The East Ends gangster appraiser So loyal to the Kray's To his very last day One the Sixties ultimate erasures .

Copyright © James Fraser

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Little Red Riding Hood

And then we have Red Riding Hood
That girl was sure up to no good
For she laid a trail
Her granny to nail
By a wolf as she knew he would

Then this little girl had the nerve
From everything I could observe
To have him done in
Because of his grin
She didn’t get what she deserved

No, she got her very own story
A heroine in all her glory
Instead of thanked
She should have been spanked
For it was a story too gory 

Copyright © mike dailey

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Big Fat Looser

I Am a Big Fat Looser

Oh I am a big fat looser
I don’t deserve to live
I need someone to take a Gun
And shoot me till I’m dead

Yes I am a big fat looser
I really want to die
I’m looking for a violent guy
To shoot me in the eye

Oh I am a big fan looser
I really have to say
If this is life I realize
I hate it every day

Yes I am a big fat looser
And life is just the pits
I am a guy that wants to die
Not live another day

Oh I am a big fat looser
I really hate this life
If you the one don't have a gun
Then maybe use a knife

Yes I am a big fat doofus
I really have to say
If suicide is painless
Well then maybe that’s the way

Oh I am a big fat doofus
I live in misery
But I don’t have the courage
Or I’d blow myself away

I really am a doofus
I’ve one more thing to say
If anyone is listening
Then shoot me right away
So I can die today

Copyright © Justin Time

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Getting away with murder and murderous thoughts The Egyptian edition

With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone her icy glare would chill to the bone i talk about our Arabic teacher a vile and very nasty creature a shot in the head is not enough for that creature is very tough i would love to slit her throat with a knife or maybe cut of her head with a scythe a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink or throw her in tar and watch her sink booby trap her chair ,so it would explode tie her to a car and drag her down the road put her in a guillotine and chop of her head stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire get her assassinated by soldiers for hire put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower throw acid at her in a hailing shower maybe silver bullets from a silver gun dip her in oil and into the sun but nothing will work from what i have said because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki

Copyright © mostafa zaki

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A man found himself in a pickle
When his girlfriend found he was fickle
He said "won't you stay"
She said "there's no way"
As she took his head off with a sickle.

Josette Key    2010

Copyright © Josette Key

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death is good

Oh give me a rope
With a noose that is loose 
And i'll tie it up on a beam

Then give me a pill
That will give me a thrill 
And i'll end it all on a high

Death Death is the way 
For life is to sucky to play

So give me a gun
That is loaded for fun
And i'll blow my brains far away.

Copyright © Justin Time

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Little baby

Little baby dont cry you will be sung a lullaby 
little baby dont worry forever in my dreams i hold you 
little baby dont be afraid for the angels will lead the way 
little baby dont be shy for together you will reach the sky 
little baby just be calm for they will never harm 
little baby sleep peacefully for you will always have my heart 
little baby the angels will protect you 
little baby i will never forget you...

Copyright © kerry singleton

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Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan