Limerick

I’m not really into politics
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Money
There once was a fear I can name: it is money, not romance, not art, not a crisis of honeyed dramatic despair, but the rent and repair
By shallon gregerson9 months ago in Poets
Head to Head?
Note: For those of you who have not read many of these particular types of poetry, or you are a devotee of that fine series devoted to the nice lady from Nantucket (she really knows how to...well, you know), be prepared...
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Poets
The Troubles
Trouble is brewing The anger is stewing They say one of ours All of yours Power whores Their lies stoking anger and violence
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Hard Times
Introduction This is for Harper Lewis's "Take Off Your Prose" Challenge that you can check here: Hard Times ♨️💦🌲💦♨️You Make Things So Hard For MeYou Give Me Morning Wood, SeeBut It Is Sticky And Wet The Log Fire Remains UnlitSo It Looks Like We'll Both Freeze♨️💦🌲💦♨️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
Mm, Creamy
https://vocal.media/writers/take-off-your-prose ˙⋆☕︎ ༘ I'm a simple woman, you see. Who enjoys caffeine, reading, writing, and being dirty.
By Rain Dayze9 months ago in Poets
Prosuctive. Content Warning.
I grasped a cock I adored. Its girth left my senses implored. With a yank and a tease, I dropped to my knees. The unyielding rod left my throat sored.
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
Your Weak Wrist
Your weak wrist/ will have to understand this, It will help you reach for newer things in your mind. Your weak wrist/ will have to understand this,
By Gabriel B. Shames9 months ago in Poets
What Comfort Zone?
**** I'm a poet who likes to be flirty but Harper said I should keep it dirty So, I gave the best that I got and wrapped my hand round his cock
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
Two Truths and a Love
--- God is. God was. God always will be. God speaks. God creates. God is not silent. The Father is not an idea. The Son is not a metaphor.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
Tam-Oh-Shan’t-Her. Content Warning.
This is an example for my dirty limerick contest. I’m not kidding about keeping it dirty. Nothing cutesy playing at being dirty—if you’re a clean, Polly pure type, this isn’t for you, and you might get hurt feelings in here. You’ve been warned, so proceed with filthy caution.
By Harper Lewis 9 months ago in Poets
Riddle me this Limerick
Riddle me thrice; this brings delight to share you my riddle, I write for out from the dark I see eyes at the park fiery red and what a site
By The Celtic Spirit- A modern Guide to Celtic Belief and Practice9 months ago in Poets