Limerick

Big Little Dino
I'm fond of the dinos that lived here before us The fearsome T-Rex, the long brontosaurus My favourite of all Is the mighty but small
By Mark Wheatley2 years ago in Poets
A Love Beyond Time
A Love Beyond Time In a little, captivated town settled between moving propensities and a sparkling lake occurred with a young lady named Clara. She had insight into her idea and how her laughing could edify even the most dull of days. Clara worked at the nearby warmed unprecedented kitchen, where the staggering fragrance of really set up bread and cakes twirled around. Dependably, she opened the shop happily, welcoming every client with warmth and rapture.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Forsaking Limericks for Ballads — getting away from the AABBA
That limerick of the week I'm to write Should not be so unique it's alright That it comes later than Every seven days can
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Small Triceratops
Once a small triceratops Was gently tending to his crops He’d leeks and grains And green plantains And basil growing tall.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
Jurassic Punk
Note: I have been experimenting with the poems I have created for this challenge, and I have a conundrum: one limerick and two haikus (what should I submit?). There is very little chance that I will win this one, so I am going to share all three with you here.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?. Content Warning.
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My Broken Brain
I don’t know why and I don’t know whats wrong with my brain? This thought is like it has been going down the drain! I don’t know how to stop it!
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Submarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes that life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets