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Limerick Art Poems | Limerick Poems About Art

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Chocolate Moose Girl

Chocolate Moose Girl

A Sunday brunch one day went me
when she I saw, at table three.
From my mind to forget, never nor maybe.

For on this radiant sunny Sunday afternoon
in the Botanical Garden, my favorite room
sat at a table, grandmother and she.

The walls lined in fragrant ferns of green
baroque blossom ladies in gilded frames seen.
Her simple beauty profile delicate cherry flourish tree.

Now this vision alone, fulfilled my eyesight hunger greatly
when added she did this simple act make.
 To her pink full lips a taste took she.

When delicate and slow she lifted
her chocolate moose to mouth she gifted.

From the moose chocolate, I know previous take.
The finest ever no chief could bake,
Satisfying, soft coolness, still lingering in me.

A sublime sexual treat,
then look I did, toward her feet.
When out rolled her toes
from brocade slippers of gold, I see.

Her barefoot toes ached 
to reveal her pleasure
 with each spoon to lip,
 delight, same measure.
My mind to forget, never nor maybe.

Copyright © catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009

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Poetry Destryer Vs Gareth James (round 3)

For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug

You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy 

Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write

Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.

If I don’t hear from the poetry cop 
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!

P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s 
the write.

Copyright © Gareth James | Year Posted 2010

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Mona Lisa

Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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Color U

                                             Color U;
                             When is an orange eaten;
                        I thought it was a color to be seen
                                     and not eaten;
                               And what about blue;
                   I thought it was a  type of depression;
                                 What about you...
                             I paint the sun yellow;
                      Does it mean that it's a coward;
     What about brown, is it sound why is it the color of the ground;

                                          Color U;
   What am I to do;
   Purple means royal does it mean that I'm a King;
   And red is the color, that flows through my veins;
   NO it's not
   No it isn't;
               Blood becomes red when it's fed with oxygen;
                      I am lead to believe that I color U
                                   What am  I to do;
           When lavender smells so good and it calms the soul;
      What am I to do;
      When black is the darkness that holds the seed of light;
      Tan you understand is the shade of the perfect man;
                         While white is the color of light;
                                 What am I to do;
                      I am lead to believe that I color U

                       written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
                                    July 6 2017

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

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Not A Noodle, A Poodle

My sister likes to doodle
I thought she drew a noodle
She gave me a glare
And tugged at my hair
And told me t'was a poodle.

Copyright © Hannah Everett | Year Posted 2017

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Clip it on and don't think twice
Clip it on cuz it looks nice.
Clip it on so you know where it is at.
Clip it on maybe to a hat.
Clip it on so it does not fall off.
Clip it on so your pet don't runaway.
Clip it on so it stays in place.
Clip it on in outer space.
Clip it on every day.
Clip it on around the world.

Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2011

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New Year's Resolution inspired by John Cameron Swayze

Author's Note:  If you have never seen the advertising contributions of John Cameron Swayze, take a moment to watch a few of his videos.  Then, enjoy this limerick (which in combination with the videos) provides some interesting inspiration for the new year.  

We suggest a vagina's for sex
And hope the possessor expects
To take a licking
And keep on ticking
Over and over like a Timex 

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2015

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS


In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

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The Art of Age

Behold, in life's self-portrait I daresay 
how youth and beauty alas fade away!
  But as my time so increase
  I will paint my masterpiece
and not age a picture of Dorian Gray!

                 May 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015

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A Portrait of Vincent VanGogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh

His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh

Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?

His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh

School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!

Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh

The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh

Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother 
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh

Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh

The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh

Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know 
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh

With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh

“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh

Copyright © Beau Regard | Year Posted 2011

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Ma Bell, Where Art Thou

Ma Bell, Where Art Thou?

I just constantly need to be shown
how to work half the gadgets I own.
At my now older age
the new “Smart” phone’s the rage;
I still have not mastered a DUMB phone!

(I posted the title again because Soup's title line
disallows question marks, which I find are very
necessary in some poem titles! And I bet if a 
young'un reads this, they won't even know what
Ma Bell represents! BTW, it was the name of the
telephone company used by many in my childhood.
It seemed to have a monopoly on land lines!)

For "Techno-Limericks Poetry Contest"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo

Copyright © Mia Harris | Year Posted 2013

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Vacation in Manhattan

Vacation in Manhattan Thought I was going to be bored when we Were told we were going to see A panel hinged shutter My speech was beginning to stutter Jan van Eyck’s nude art I see
12/28/2015 The Ghent Altarpiece by Jan van Eyck is a very large and complex early 15th-century Early Flemish polyptych panel painting. The altarpiece comprises 12 panels, eight of which are hinged shutters Artists: Hubert van Eyck, Jan van Eyck Period: Northern Renaissance Dimensions: 11' 6? x 15' 1?

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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Painting Paradise

As I arrived heaven… in love and light
I searched for my pen and pad, to write
a poem for paradise.
Alluring in my eyes,
hoping to write about this holy height.

Viewing the Holy One’s thrilling throne,
Hear the agile angel’s terrific… tone.
No noon, no night;
lifelong love and light.
My pen can’t paint paradise… all alone.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010

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My notion at its most masochistic
The crowd, laughs, quite the kick.
I've never enjoyed anything more
The art is my greatest lore.
It's the only life I'd ever pick.

Copyright © Derrick Shane | Year Posted 2013

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Banana Eating Roo -Limerick-

There once was a child from Canada Who loved eating bananas, He went to the zoo Gave one to the roo, Now the roo has a banana colored bandana. Copyright Cynthia Jones Feb.17/2005

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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dusty was the scale, under the bathroom sink
all it needed to work, were two bare feet
 and it would tell the tale 
 and tell the tale true 
a bit portly, bending over just to see

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

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my wife has a gay boyfriend
thats over all the time
sometimes he comes over 
dressed in drag
and looks so so fine

i never wonder what they do
when they're all alone
but i always wonder if she's
suspisious with him around me
with his make up on

and sin has touched me
more than once with my imagination
men in drag should be a crime
not a fasination


Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2012

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Venus de Milo

Venus de Milo sought high and low 
for her arms akimbo.  Long ago 
I offered to look too 
for those two lost ampu- 
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo.

Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Slick Limerick

~ They call me the Pondering Poet if there's love to be found, I'll show it with euphony divine under boughs I will shine although once in a blue moon, I'll blow it... ~ A P.D. Contest ___________________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011

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Power and authority to rule and
Control the universe in their teste
Drive to conquer the world 
Digging deeper to understand
The ingrediate that coupled 
The world Together by the creator.
The foundation of death and how
Possible to over thrown the enemy.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Virtuous Virgoans

Virgoans are virtuous… pretty practical.
Relentless, respectful, real… radical;
Neat, nifty and noble,
Friendly, firm… flexible,
Ambitious, alluring… analytical.

I am a Virgoan.....  Virgo

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010

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Calli the drunken zombie cub
can often be found in the pub
for this is why
she's so often high
and passed out drunk in the tub!

Copyright © Lizzy Love | Year Posted 2015

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Sketching Famous People

Think I'll get back to sketching famous people When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal My success rate's way up there Much more than my share Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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The Further Adventures Of Mr. Laurel And Mr. Hardy.

Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!"    Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft.  OhhhOhhh....

When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."

Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs  and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo  Coo Coo, Coo Coo 


This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best. 
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Fake Coins

There once was a young  farmer called Lee,
Who was digging up coins round a tree.
He was sure they were golden
And were awfully olden:
They were dated a thousand BC…

BC : Before Christ

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

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Another Talent Arrives

There was a man named Ed Coet,
Who turned out to be quite a poet,
He spoke from the heart,
Thus he did impart,
And now all of Soup does know it.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

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the art of movie makeup

i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
another there
what a what a disastrous ace

Copyright © savannah cook | Year Posted 2012

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Fascinating atmosphere
Smiles on the faces of the poor
Equality before the law
Land of freedom
Land of great dreams 

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Creation of Love

Creation of Love

He took an old sock and did stuff it
With a comedic voice he did bluff it
And need I here mention
The guy was Jim Henson
And the sock was his very first Muppet

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012