Tag: limerick poems

  • Conversations

    At the end of my tether  I started to wonder whether  You were worth the dare  When talking to you is such a scare  I’d rather talk about the weather 

  • Weather

    When the weather started to turn  All I could feel was the burn  Of all the lies that were told  From the days of old  Wondering what I had been expecting in return 

  • Boats

    Everyone thought he was boring  For all the words he was storing  For the poems he wrote  All about the boat  When the rain started pouring 

  • Stars

    Everyone stared at the stars  Wishing they could trap them in jars  Lying in the cold, soft grass  Listening to the neighbor’s bluegrass  Coming out of six string guitars