Limerick Love Poems | Examples
These Limerick Love poems are examples of Love poems about Limerick. These are the best examples of Love Limerick poems written by international poets.
Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
Out in the street a couple in embrace
made a lurid scene in the marketplace.
The shoppers gathered to shout
“your love we don’t ever doubt,
but get a room to shun public disgrace”.
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I love you and someday, we"ll be together.
But tonight, separate rooms will be better.
We will spend the night, but separately.
Our precious love will wait patiently.
We'll dine and get two rooms later.
Arms entwined
Body pressed against body
Lips engaging lips
Thighs in a bind-
I cannot turn away- so -
Instead, I say, " Will you two, please get a room"
My sweet dog is my best pal, for sure.
For every sadness, he's got the cure.
No matter how deeply I fall,
his love will guide me through it all.
He's a saint, so angelic, so pure.
Cinderella
When Cinderella left a glass slipper,
Allowing prince to find and marry her;
Not only the size that fit,
Her foot was injured a bit,
And allowed him put ointment and plaster.
Snow White
When Snow White woke up from the prince’s kiss,
Her love-life turned into a perfect bliss;
The witch finally gave up,
Climbed to sleep at the rooftop
Then, she was awoken by the sweet snake’s hiss
Beauty And The Beast
So Belle tearfully confessed her true love,
when the last rose-petal fell just above;
Beast transformed into human,
“A handsome prince!” she was stunned,
Two servants rushed to her side to shove.
My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
It's raining, pouring cats and dogs
Do I care, no let it rain frogs
Happy as Larry
Today I marry
Down the aisle in my bridle togs.
Even if the sun fails to shine
This day is for me and for mine
What'er the weather
We get together
All's in for a magical time.
Cats sweetly meow and they purr
Dogs bark very loud to concur
So in the rainfall
You will hear their call
Getting soaking wet through their fur.
So let cats and dogs have their fun
Let them out when rain has begun
Splashing in puddles
Expecting cuddles
Sorry cats and dogs, that’s not on.
(Goldilocks)
One bear - two bears- baby makes three,
Mommy making hot berry tea and brie.
Soup is way too hot,
No sleep on a soft cot.
New home and not needing to flee.
(Little Red Riding hood)
Mommy gave me good advice,
maybe I should have listened twice.
A wolf I did find,
lost my love and mind
Now pregnant paying the price.
(The Three Little Pigs)
We are three of a family kind,
except one got caught in the wind.
One got caught by the fire,
he was in a house fryer.
Wanting new homes space aged designed.
As high as the mountains arise
are the stars I see in your eyes
I love you, I do;
a million times two.
I desire that you feel likewise.
Hoping to still be fertile
Lady tightens her girdle
Love handles fly
Curses his eye
He tries to grope that hurdle
I knew a man from downtown Bell South
who could stick his own d-ck in his mouth.
That put him in the same bucket
as that famed man from Nantucket,
though he swore he never did suck it.
(Marie from the Nutcracker grows ever older seeking her childhood dream...)
In her flat, thirty-something Marie
Is scrolling with mounting ennui;
Mr Right still eludes her -
She swipes left on Tinder,
Finding less and less fish in the sea
Hearty haiku pumpkin squash comforts
Flowery senryus fill my prism bowl perennially
For poets' hungry hearts who crave and share,
It’s creamy chowder congenially
Addictive from the first taste with inspirational flavor,
Aspirations of desire, longing colorful bites, I savor
Romantic rich bisques have me sighing with the saucy sonnet
Bursting is a cheesy limerick, with Blue Bonnet on it
Buttermilk noodles tossed and soupy
Diverse free verse, I’m a groupie
But as you know there is no such thing as a free meal
What’s stressed musters up expressions I feel
When metaphors thickened, stirred in, I'll pour
I loved, I lived, I sipped lyrics with many
Favorites and treasures plenty in the soup d’ jour
Pygmalion, it were stoutly done
To chisel up your special one.
You can't get a date,
But quarried a crate,
By which all your courting is none.