Life Limerick Poems

These Life Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Life. These are the best examples of Limerick Life poems written by international poets.

Kids are spreading the news around
The circus is coming to town!
Colorful hobo
How could the kid know
Thought he had seen a circus clown

© Bill Baker  

PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
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There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
     He dreamed of the stage,
  

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

I’m just a cow chewing my cud
     if a bull, I could be a stud
      

© Bill Baker  

Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a

© Aniruddha Pathak  

For long who’d been my better half
Has now become my bitter half--
Bitter, my autumns sing
Of fantasies of spring…
To bull has blown a benign calf
Who feels

© Aniruddha Pathak  

Poem submitted to "AI: Panacea or Pain" Poetry Contest, Simon Rogerson, sponsor.
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Many limerick poems offer a humorous view into an aspect of life and

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

What doesn't reflect happy styles?
When people rely on their wiles
With hearts in our work
We won't have to smirk
But wear an abundance of smiles

© Duke Beaufort  

The med staff may hear my voice squeak
Where they insert tubes we won’t speak
Since this causes pain
I wish they’d refrain
Or try going straight not oblique

© Duke Beaufort  

Oh to live life busy as a bee 
Admiring flowers making honey
Then the fly comes along
Says the bee got it wrong
A pile of poop is

© Karen Jones  

If only I had but a clue,
Then surely, I'd know what to do.
With life's mystery gone,
I'd settle upon
Some course that I can't now construe.

© Jerrold Prothero  

A swan, when it's gliding along,
Its feet are both pedallin' strong.
It's not what you see
That brings things to be,
It's work that puts King in the

© Jerrold Prothero  

there was a young toad named Joad
who began life as a mere tadpole
one day it is said
he ended up dead
the protein in a Blue Heron’s

© Oliver Mckeithan  

Our fantasy sometimes will paint
A lover that's some kind of saint.
But isn't that dull?
For life is more full
Where only perfection, there ain't.

© Jerrold Prothero  

She’s gone, and now we’re worlds apart
What’s left is a hole in my heart
I know I must go on
Attempt to stay strong
And forgive, though it’s

© D. Riven  

I feel sad my friend drifted away --- a limerick gave me a laugh.

© Paula Goldsmith