Limericks

Went to Ireland, wrote quite a few of these

I. 

There is a gentle flower,

That blooms for but an hour,

with beauty, with grace

Petals fall from its face

And it's beauty has lost its power

II.

Nothing gold can stay

At least some poems say

But your eyes are bright

And for the first time tonight

I don't mind the sun going down today

III.

Take my hand

I'll lead you to a foreign land

To mars

Among the stars

Or planets full of rolling sand

IV.

Looking out at the golden sunrise

I can compare it only to your eyes

Passing grace

Your ivory face,

But your beauty is no match for your lies

V.

You say let the rain fall down

For nothing better accompanies your frown

As you get wet

You forget

How you used to don a crown

VI.

Snow sky let it snow

Let your blustery winds blow

Let it come down

Till the grass is brown

And your embrace is all I know

VII.

Ring Ring there's the phone,

Go away nobody's home

Not in my head

Alive but dead

Phones will ring, but I'm alone

VIII. 

Oh won't you kill me softly,

My thoughts on love are far too lofty,

Pull me down

but don't let me drown,

And please, please don't drop me

Please just kill me gently

And don't attempt to mend me

It's in my brain

Your emotions soon drain

But off you refuse to send me

If only you'd kill me now

Wiping the sweat off of your brow

It'd save you

If only you knew

Life's a stage and it's time for my bow

Kill me oh so sweetly,

Do not rush, do it neatly,

You need not fear

My soul's not here

For it no longer needs me

It's not as hard as you think

I will be over in a blink

By your hand

I want to end

And please wash my blood from the sink.

IX.

I stay by you at the fire tonight

And watch the way shadows play on your face in the light

Time stills here

When you're near

And the fire burns oh so bright

X.

I am my own catastrophe

Stick with me and you'll see

Tear down my walls

Join in my mental free falls

Just don't interrupt the hurricanes within me.

XI.

Mountains rise on all sides

The moon tugs at the tide

There you sleep

While I weep

Demons on their midnight rides

XII.

I am not for you to save

My redemption is not your road to pave

I slip through fingers

While the memory lingers

But I can meet you at my grave

XIII.

Your eyes are the richest hue

The only blue that is the bluest of blues

No one compares

Try they dare

But there is only one blue of you