Best Leprechauns Poems
Way back in the woods all nestled away
I found the place where Leprechauns play
To find the place I had to first find the door
Keeping it hidden is what the Waterfall is for
Behind the falls there lies a mystical cave
To scale the cliff one must be very brave
As you enter the cave these words are true
The most magical of places is waiting for you
The cave is not dark in fact it’s rather bright
For thousands of crystals are beaming with light
As you pass through the cave it is so clear to see
There are places on earth where men shouldn’t be
As I stepped out of the cave on the other side
My own amazement I could never hide
There were waterfalls, Rainbows & Butterflies galore
I felt as though I had stepped through Heavens door
As I took to the path it suddenly occurred to me
This path is made out of gold, as gold as could be
I looked at a tree stump and got lost in the spell
For the sign in front said, “The Leprechaun Hotel”
A hundred tiny windows were all beaming with light
For the sun had just dropped, dropped clean out of sight
A whole world had lit up right before me
Mushrooms were homes for Fairies you see
Sometimes in life we embrace the magic of a spell
Mystical creatures in heaven, far as my eyes could tell
The fairies were tiny angels that lit up the night
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful and bright
Then all at once a feeling took over my soul
And I truly felt that it was time I should go
As I turned to leave I heard a Leprechaun say
From all of this gold you’ll just walk away
The fairy said, “One wish is granted to you”
“Make any wish you like and it will come true”
I explained how wealth was once all that I sought
And my dreams and wishes were already bought
You see God sent an Angel who planted a seed
That sprouted our love, which is all that I need
Inspired by a wall painting at my Dentist office
and written for my wife.
Walking along the path of the Leprechaun,
was the greenest grass I've ever walked on.
The sound of a harp whistled through the trees.
A little wood nymph said "Follow me please."
I stayed really close afraid to get lost.
First time in Ireland she was the boss.
"A little bit further to a pot of Gold,
If you're deserving, of it you will hold."
The path was lit with an unearthly glow,
never have I seen such a huge rainbow.
right up ahead was the pot of Treasure,
the Lerechaun asked, "what is your pleasure?"
I want your Treasure to give to the weak.
It is not for me this Treasure I seek.
I come from a place in a far off land,
people are poor they need a helping hand.
"How do I know your not telling me a lie?"
"For all I know you're a deceiving guy."
If you don't believe me that is okay,
Send the Gold to the needy then I'll stay.
In but a moment I seen the sky flash,
Suddenly all the Gold turned to cash.
"Alright I'll trust you to do what you say'
If you don't I'll come take it all away."
Irish Poems Poetry Contest.
For our p.d. s poetry competition...
PD poems (any poem written or dedicated to me)
p.d.s Leprechaun returns...
and next to be, desperate p.d.
the vengeful tyke from dublin see's,
a corncob pipe with malice,
got him flushed him, simply callous,
in the septic tank is he...
fiddle dum fiddle diddle de...
Don
I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew
A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment
This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing
My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet
Nothing can compare to you, you are the original
creation of heaven, I believe the lord was boasting
when he made you,you beseech the dawn and sun
set with your smile, how could I have missed your
shine all this while, your image embodies mystery
and beauty, like the sight of nature or the beauteous
immensity of the grand canyon, for I am more
than lucky to be your companion, your hair flows
down with splendor and conviction like Niagara
falls, you are the key ingredient to viagra, the
sweet sections of honey comb, the sassy of rose
the purity of river flows, that stream in my mind,
purging all else.
Nature bows to her beauty for,
she walks on clouds, God filled her with limelight
instead of blood, her steps leaves trails of roses
and gold , men chase her treasure but this
LEPRECHAUN won't endure such nonsense, I guard her
jewels with the encryption of love ,Divinci codes
and loads of locks and blocks and a peep hole,
to be aware of those who knock, the bees follow
her and the blue jays and cardinals religiously
stand at her window at dawn, as alarm, singing songs of
heaven to her, in her favor, she has a flavor that sings
to the tongue and whisper to the soul, a voice that
can bring peace, to the aggressive troll, I am the
leprechaun securing her pot of gold, Oh and by
the way, don't bother looking for that pot of gold,
at the end of the rainbow because I already found it........
Do Leprechauns Exist
Want to know if Leprechauns do exist?
Put out a trap to attract them like this
On Saint Patrick’s Eve
Bake dozens of these
Biscuits that look like gold nugget snippets.
12th March 2021
A leprechaun bearded and old
Was packing a pipe as he told
At the rainbow's end
He said to me friend
They are after me pot of gold
Track: D12 - Purple Hills
Today's a day to celebrate
To drink your green whiskey, your green beer
But keep a smile upon your face
Pass lots and lots of cheer
May you catch that little green leprechaun
Steal his pot of gold at the end of his rainbow
Don't forget the Shamrock place on your shirts
So everyone will pass you by not pinching
Crap that really hurts
Come hear me yarn of leprechauns
A thieving little folk,
That left me laying by me pond
Asleep beneath me oak.
They came about the midnight hour
To lay me cupboard bare,
And then they used their magic powers
Me vision to impair.
They ate me apples I had dried
And hung there in the sun,
Then took me crumpets that I fried
And even got me buns!
As if them apples weren't enough
Me pecans vanished too,
The devils even pinched me snuff
Before the raid was through.
They danced about on moonlit beams
Then scampered 'cross me rug,
That's when the rascals came it seems
'Twas halfway through me jug!
Timothy I. Brumley
It’s said that there are people,
who live Beneath the ground.
Deep within Earth’s middle,
little folks can be found.
Not Leprechauns or Gnomes with tempers;
no Elves or Trolls, are to be seen.
I’m told, they have some ghastly tempers;
when prying eyes won’t leave them be.
They often wander up above
to play with human minds.
mess with them and get rebuffed;
they simply are not kind.
So, let them be, those beings old;
you’re safest if you’re not too bold.
My gold for your love my flighty flirty girl,
You spin my head in a special certain whirl.
Our love not to be allowed, forebode to succeed.
My fairy princess of my soul and heart, indeed,
Leprechaun and you, fluttering fairy to see,
Our hearts and passions will not truly ever be.
Therefore, I secure my soul offer my pot of gold.
That anyone will seek to capture me so bold.
I will trade Gold, for the magic, I seek divine.
That I become a fairy prince, and make you mine,
If my wish shall never be granted until the end of time,
I place a curse on poets, upon their labor of all rhyme.
Bet your wondering why they're never seen?
The wee leprechauns all wearing the green
Well I'll tell you why
And this is no lie
They're all unconscious from too much Poteen
written 23rd February 2021
Poteen, known as poitin or potcheen, once illegal but now distilled commercially.
It is a very strong spirit once made from potatoes but now more often than not grain is used to distill it.
NOT FOR CONTEST
When I was very, very small
I read a poem of great renown.
(Or maybe not so small at all)
I loved that verse and wrote it down.
The rhyme was called the daffodils
And it was Mr. Wordsworth’s, (Will’s).
The picture it left in my mind
Was something that I pondered on.
The only answer I could find,
He’s speaking of a leprechaun.
I’ve never seen a daffodil
On any North Dakota hill.
I fancied all these little elves,
Dancing and laughing all the day,
Carefree and enjoying themselves,
Not knowing they were watched at play.
They played a game in which they rolled
Their darling little bags of gold
Those dancers William thought were flowers
And wrote about so tenderly
Are leprechauns in twilight hours
Their secret known to only me.
I see them dancing over hills.
Of course they are not daffodils
For Debbie Guzzie's contest "Fantasy Land"
Won no. 6
My grandkids talk of leprechauns
As if they are alive
And finding one is something
For which both of them do strive.
They know that unicorns aren’t real,
So telling them the truth
Seems easy, but they still believe
A fairy takes their tooth.
Of course, because St.Patrick’s Day
Is right around the bend,
I think I’ll just keep quiet
And let both of them pretend
Since I’m convinced they know deep down
(They’re fourth and second grade)
That their belief in leprechauns
Will soon begin to fade.
Beneath the emerald hills they hide,
Where shadows stretch and secrets bide,
The leprechauns with hats so green,
Dance where only dreams are seen.
They laugh and twirl in moonlit glow,
Their golden coins they softly throw.
A wink, a jig, a merry sound,
A hidden treasure underground.
With mischief in their sparkling eyes,
They hide their wealth where magic lies.
A rainbow leads, but none can trace,
The leprechauns’ elusive grace.
They’ll grant you wishes, if you’re true,
But catch them first—that’s up to you!
For they’re as quick as the morning breeze,
Vanishing with a soft “please, please!”
So search the hills and wildflower glens,
But know that the dance never ends.
The leprechauns are ever near,
Whispering laughter we can’t quite hear.