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Limerick Grief Poems | Limerick Poems About Grief

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Ask Marugu Mo

Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also


P.S. : Poet Marugu Mo, himself is  a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicely. A great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title too. My respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

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My Wife went Shopping Yesterday

My wife went shopping yesterday Posted missing what do the police say Her weight color and eyes Please tell me he cries I need to know for the missing's display Hey dude can you help me a little more I know the more you tell hurts you sore Was she slim was she fat As a matter of fact For this loss I'm feeling you adore What kind of car was she in when she went Did you own or was it a rent C'mon, don't be a schmuck She stole my lovely truck Charge her for this felony dissent Hey dude, we apologise for this run of luck Describe her, for your so out of luck "Brand new Stealth Black 2015 Ford F150 Raptor 4x4 with eco-boost 5.4L V8 engine special ordered with manual transmission. Black ARC bullbar with winch and LED driving lights. Rock sliders and snorkel. It has custom matching black canopy over the truck bed. Hayman Reece towing package. I added a 4" lift kit with stealth black special alloy wheels and 3.5" off-road Mickey Thompsons. Custom leather seats and RM Williams floor mats. DVD with HEMA navigation system, 21 channel CB Radio, six cup holders and four power outlets. She even scratched the door, as he fills up,,,, Don't worry buddy, we'll soon find your truck . Another request to Limerick another Joke. A little different from the norm, but who gives a truck ;-)

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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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 | Year Posted 2013

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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 | Year Posted 2014

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my heart I gave once

once I gave my heart 
mesmerized by the start 
his eyes so sapphire blue 

I was not ready for this
my thoughts went blank 
literally speechless

had I known the tears I would be left with
I do not believe I would have let love in
this Man , he knew he captivated women 

Always me going for what I can not have 
then in return it is given , leaving me confused
the one I was seeking for sure would never commit 

Commit he did , even in front of a Rabbi 
saying only once, 1 time will I.
with all conviction I believed his lie 

I remember the Fall day he left without words spoken 
the leaves were dancing through the wind 
as if they were trying to tell me something 

the rain cried tears for me that night 
I took his sword collection down from the wall
thinking in true love I will never find again

to die a graceful poetic death with his sword
I awoke with a hangover the next day 
my heart broken  my heart ignored

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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There was a kind old man, filled with good will

Writing for him was just his last great thrill

Poems wrote for God and love

Hawk wasn't he, just a dove

But some, with much hatred, wish him to kill!*

(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
        13 June 2016


* I have been with the soup since 2012 and have written more than 
a thousand poems on God, love, peace, justice,  compassion and 
other related subjects. Never had any trouble,  however, lately I have 
been attacked by  certain people who accused me of various things.
Please, in the name of our Lord, leave me alone! I just wish to keep 
writing on positive things, filled with love and God's grace.

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

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I understand and respect the way you feel.
I know a desire to be sexy is your freewheel.
you eat once a day ....since May you never betray.
keep holding on just for more few days and you will be a keel.
 by: 2clean #Limerick

Copyright © Wol Bol | Year Posted 2014

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Tonight, I view the lovely full moon,
near the ocean on a lonely sand dune,
with memories of my only true love,
who is watching me from far above.
My only solace is a haunting tune.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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Why didn't they kill me

scars have the power to remind us that the past is real-"hanibal lector"

Why didn't they kill me... why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...being flat broke, my biggest fear 

The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake, wide eyed, contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose, and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it? 
will I make something of myself? or maybe i should just forfeit, 
my one wish is to not have to worry, and to all those I've disappointed, I gave up, and I'm sorry. 
A strong man is what people think of me, 
but deep down inside, a child is what i aim to be, 
because you see, a child, so carefree, 
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world, 
only the fun things God lets them see....
please, one day set me free, 
take me away, 
from this hurt filled life that I lead, 
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me, 
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see? 
a broken down child, crying on both knees. 
this life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family react...in the event of my demise? 
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place, 
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace 
maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face, 
but for now i walk through the valley of death, a sad, cold, and bitter place.
Hoping after this valley ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes will lead me to the devils face 
so many mistakes I can never erase, You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.
I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...

Copyright © john fedele | Year Posted 2009

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Swimmies In My Broth

The cleaning ladies are here, oh boy! We'll soon get through the rubble, oh joy! Perhaps a bomb went off There's swimmies in my broth Doing the backstroke and loudly yelling ahoy! © Jack Ellison 2016

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016

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Admonished Today

Was admonished today on another site Basically for my humour, she took a swipe Offensive she claimed Smart remarks I'm blamed Well loved by many, still winning in spite

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016

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The Lowly Mosquito

The most dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito Spreading nasty germs round the world, my amigos Need to squish them flat With a swat and a splat Watch for blood and guts all over your chemise-o

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016

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There was a man from Nilkhet,
He used to put his money into his pocket.
While he was working at his store,
He heard someone nocked on his door,
He didn't know how did he pick pocket!

Copyright © Md Shahadat Hossain | Year Posted 2017

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He Found A Cubic Zirconia In The Rough

He Found A Cubic Zirconia In The Rough

he sat at the bar looking over at her tee
in bold letters it read catch and release me
after a few drinks he was game
closing on the brink of her flame
his shrank as she imparted a handling fee

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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I was the better Man

His suits and empires made it so swift
from afar all you saw was his mid-rift
with me you were glowing
our future was moving
from his dark pit, you now expect a lift.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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What I Ate

What I Ate

What I ate was not so great
Should wait and try to negotiate
Eat some other food instead
Before I had gone to bed
That will make me more sedate.

Hotdogs were really spicy and upset my stomach.

Jim Horn


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

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Bar of Soap

                             Made form things those that are wrong?
                             Things that was dead, life live and raw;
                   Made to cleanse the boy sometimes placed on a rope;
                                           Clean one up; 
                                           Gimme hope;
                                   Ivory, Jerkins, Dove, Dial;
                                         Smell good now;
                                            Bar of soap

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

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She put a stop to his hop

She put a stop to his hop

She finally stopped him from crossing her bridge
Always on his terms, as he made his way to her fridge
He cared only about filling his own plate
As he ate her food, got his fill, got sate
She at last closed her doors to his ways to her porridge

Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017