Best Celts Poems

Courage held In heart of Lion 
Celtic memory of ancient reunion 
In arena of Death's bloody passion 
Lion's fight for life the prize 
Swords held...

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A stone round standing fortress crowns forever beauty
The name translated to english Grianan means sunny spot or sun temple
The land bows down inspirational the view...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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The day the world died!


Have you ever wondered why tribes and peoples from ancient times, until now have a day to remember and honor the...

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Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
 
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
 
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down...

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Paris Floods

In the city of young lovers
Of those lost philosophers
I rushed there to be
Alone
Walking along ancient stone

I was flooded
With wine
The rains would not stop
Depressions grasp...

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Haunting
Harp melodies
Leaving maestro’s fingers
Poignantly echo ancient Celts	
Lingers









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Contest Name	MELODY OF CINQUAIN

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Behind the tinseled shamrocks you will see
There hides a profound history.

An island tale from the land so fair
So much deeper than a mug of green...

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Into a vortex chemically unbalanced,
Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch.
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced,
All darkness Inverted oh so much.

Soft velvety dark...

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Foreign Travel- Portugal

It is all that is unspoken that gives a  place its atmosphere.....the endless turmoils that come from living....peaceful Celts conquered by Romans...

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“This country is ours!” is their rallying call,
“We don't want any strangers like you”
but since Celts, Picts and Romans
no-one owns this land,
we are all of...

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Irene went for her usual morning walk around six;
the August breeze was dry and fragrantly crisp,
one could tell she was injured as her aching hips
made...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one...

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A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.

A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have...

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