Best Lough Poems

Summer's sweet swans share 
    white winged feathers
Wild and free as they bow their 
     long graceful necks.
Artistic as a poet's painting 
     of fecund flora,
Nature's lough at Coole, their 
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Erin Go Bragh 

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands,
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.
As sun poured through the misty sky,
Shedding warmth with...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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Without doubt a small isle but one of natural beauty
Such a tranquil emerald place, the Isle of Innisfree
Set in Irelands Lough Gill in the County of Sligo
And holds for me fond memories of so long ago. 

I met my first love at the loughs shore,...

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At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,

I...

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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 
seat of the high kings dating back to 1700 B.C
Overlooking Lough Swilly and Lough Foyle
Eogháin, after whom Inishowen is named
was...

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In the lough near Kylemore Abbey
Floats a little green fishing boat.
It wears with pride its battered paint,
From years of wear it lost its coat.

It made bitter the old man's heart
After sweet Emma passed away.
He now keeps next to home and hearth
As all his days are...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
  red royalist hands command the northeastern corner
  southern civil...

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chieftains trade their loyalty behind the clouds
  high mountain king Carrantouhil commanding his Macgillycuddy Reeks
  men of begotten rank, scheming skulduggery
  secrets hide out of sight, Comeragh mystery shrouds Coumshingaun
  flighty earls flee from the Lough Swilly shore
  priests conspire,...

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Freshwater slumbers,
From the calm whisper of reeds:
The tranquil lough sleeps....

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from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
  she star-gazed past the misanthropic
  vantage point, two...

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A boy named Joseph lives in an old city,
But his family lives so far from his living place.
He came here for study purposes.
Next year he will complete his graduation from the local university.
Now he is 25 years old.
His family is looking for a girl for...

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Far out to sea in the great expanse of water an island lies
Shaped like a crescent or bulls horns called the islands of the moon.

White sands blown by gentle winds and washed by azure sea
Lush forests filled with abundant shrubs and every fruiting tree.

Animals roar...

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Rough as in ruff,
Spelling can be tough
Though as in fro,
Just so you know
Bough as in how,
Seldom seen now
Cough as in doff,
Just laugh it off
Lough as in lock,
Spelling can rock
Enough!
Enough!
Enough!

written May 21, 2022...

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A misty morning in Donegal.
My sheep are scattered over bog.
Must wipe the sand man from sleepy eyes.
Put on the kettle when I rise.

Rex is already outside half door.
He senses mist may rise some more.
No delay on this most Irish day.
Drink my cup and let's be...

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