Best Guinness Poems

Sunlit days I spent on the moor
Sweet Summer heather scents allure
Bathing in waves on Dublin's shore
Aye, Irish lore       Aye, Irish lore

Crumbling castles on exhibit
Pricey ticket;  warm day visit
Guinness stout without a limit
Tastes exquisite    Tastes exquisite

Stung...

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St Patrick’s day is great
to drink Guinness and relate
how great the Irish are
at falling out of bar
in a highly drunken state


penned 14 March 2017...

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Guinness Finesse

There’s an art to the pouring of Guinness
requiring a devilish finesse
twixt the foam and the ale
the rule cannot fail
never pour ‘til the first one is finished.


John G. Lawless
2/28/2015...

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Iced-sweats seep down her ebony skin-
this sexy number 8 needs a take-in.
while she gawp, i stared back
only to drool and hijack 
her, for her name is GUINNESS, my sole kin!...

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Guinness Interruptus 

The sweet lass he was chasing was Finnish
but like Popeye he needed his spinach
to build up his strength
in longing and length
so he stopped for a flagon of Guinness


3/14/2017

submitted to – Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest...

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To every man who's gathered in the pub,
enjoying our good Guinness by the glass—
may all your troubles burp and belch away
and all your dreams, in bubbles, come to pass.
For never on this Greenest Isle was seen
a sweet colleen, or girl, or bonnie lass
could half resist...

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His drink the black beauty foaming and thick
toasting St Patrick until he gets sick
then off to the loo
he knows what to do
cuz ya can't teach an old dog a new trick


3/2/2021...

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Pints Of Guiness
By Laura D
2.18.2017

Fragile as we really are 
We'll never make it very far
Twisted as my heart can be
 It never falls for fallacy

If I could only stay awake
I'd stay this way without a way
Decay among the frayed outlines
I swear to god i'd be...

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Say goodnight the party's over

One more year a four leaf clover

A pint of Guinness before bed

Heals the shillelagh to the head...

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Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.

How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then...

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A lass with red hair, bright and fair,
Loved Guinness and drank without care,
When she tripped on a stone,
She let out a groan,
Then farted and stunk up the air!...

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