Limerick Metaphor Poems | Limerick Poems About Metaphor

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

There was a young girl whose silk skin
Was sewn up with some thread and a pin.
     It would drive the men mad,
     That sleek layer she had,
Well, until she took off her silk skin.

By Anne Currin

Copyright © Anne Currin | Year Posted 2012



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Dust

There once was a housewife named Claire
Who shook out her mop in the air
The dust whirled like stars
The Earth, Moon, and Mars...
Who’s shaking a dust mop up there?


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Limerick
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Judged: 06/11/2017

~3rd Place~
Contest: Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Judged 11/23/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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MY PLUMBER

My plumber is here to sort my pipes.
Says he has divorced his wife.
He just showed me his hose.
Then proceeded to propose.
I admit I got the fright of my life.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016



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This Path we Walk

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.
TAC

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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"A Shepherd's Metaphor"

In economy led of beastly mind,

Upon a political serpentine.

All strives of wickedness kicks,

Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).

As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).

For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire 
Placed #3

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2010

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Barefoot on the snow

The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.

Copyright © Sandy Tadros | Year Posted 2015

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Pondering

The stage is warm and yet colder
The past round my neck as a boulder
I sit and I think
Do I need a drink?
Would I have done well to have told her

Copyright © The Red Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Comic Vs Critic

I once was told, 
Laughter is sujectable.

Does this mean knowledge, 
Is subjectable to the one who learns it?

Feel free to Laugh

Copyright © Dark Mistress | Year Posted 2016

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Limerick 1

Poor Tom did not know how to ride, 
Encouraged, the first time he tried, 
But the horse was mad, 
It galloped being glad, 
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.

Copyright © Sarban Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2016

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What's Really for Dinner

                                             Sweet jelly roll;
                                    Humm!! Taste so, so good;
                              That I would like to have you with
                                                      A
                                      Ice cold glass of milk;
                           Maybe even pour in some Nestle Quik;
                                                   Hun!!
                                          I'm a wondering;
                                Would you be good with grapes?
                                     I am salivating and craving;
                                    Good old, chocolate cake;
                                    Yum, yum you'd be good;
                                                 All day
                                     I would like to have you
                                                  with
                                    An Ice cold glass of milk;
                                   But don't tell mommy now;
                           Cause I haven't finish my dinner, wow
                                       Everything's better
                           When you throw away the vegetables;
                                 Your stomach more happy;
                       When you eat the things that taste good;
                                    Your stomach is happy;
                            When you miss a few nutrients???
                  How bout' putting some chocolate on that broccoli;
              How bout' pouring some warm chesses on the collar flower;
                How bout' putting some peanut-butter and jelly on liver;
                          That's the only way I'm gonna eat it???
                                    What's really for dinner?

09/06/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

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Bright Words

I think I'll write a silly dribble
Which you can read and maybe quibble
Pens of color write
Words on paper bright
Could be considered brilliant scribble

Copyright © James Study | Year Posted 2017

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Lies, I Tell You

The myth of extreme self righteousness
Forever hard to find 
Words poisonous like venom
Backstabbing for per diem
Corruption among this game we call chess

Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2017

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Box of Ices

In the frozen tundra
Nowhere has love been
feeling temperatures
never being here
Cold hearted plastic
No feeling in the rain
Haven't got tree branches
Dirty plates in the sink
Jagged rags, placed inside
Box of ices;

a feeding frenzy
A call of now...
a horse rejecting Purina dog chow
now you are carrying
A hurt reside
A messaged for you
You will survival
Hot compresses
Torn worn angry liquid water spaces
dirty dishes packed in
Wormy sandwiches
then placed in a box
Box of ices

04/03/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017