Celtic Poems - Poems about Celtic

in a land of make-believe i roam the meadows of a celtic realm where bagpipes haunt the air by day and in the midnight hour harps are played by angels in my world of fantasy i own a castle by the sea and have a voice of gold i sing irish folk songs all day long while looking out my tower at the beauty and i'm as...

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There was an old man who marched in Dublin, danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean. Guinness stout in clinking glass he drank whole night en masse. Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen. ...

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babe I stumbled home— drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin but you—your copper mane ablaze— my wild Morrigan a feral Celtic Faerie Queene waging war against the wreckage. You told me love was a lie stitched by leprechauns but your touch proves there’s truth in everything we break and rebuild. Chased the wail of a banshee tonight hoping to drown the shame gulped it...

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Gremlin, imp, leprechaun and puck Tried to push their Celtic luck Dwarf, gnome and faerie came along They all joined in on a joyful March song St. Patty’s day is only a week away They laughed and joked and skipped away If you see the tree leaves moving in the breeze Tell them hello for me, if you please...

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Near our late year approach, A Celtic feast and festivities, around a wood blaze Hoge. On the first of the eleventh month, wine and beer by the barrel is sunk, and merrily a few of many will start their new year drunk. Cloaked attire to scare off and warn, unwanted spirits of all shapes or...

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bonfire red hair beautiful celtic princess irelands finest...

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I believe we’re created to be discoverers…from the moment of our birth! meant to discover all the things we love…while here upon the Earth. I think that’s why so often on a chid’s face a smile finds its way… because they are discovering new things to love…new things in each and every day, I’m not sure when I started...

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Stay wild Celtic child Splash in the Irish sea Dry your self with a bonfire’s heat Whisper your secrets to the moon while the bodhrán beats out an ancient tune. Play hide and seek in the tomb of the Queens Then, naked upon a bed of flowers, softly dream...

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Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap. You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap. That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap. But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap. You are the only...

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you were never properly afraid of my antlers in the grass that pierced our feet and the trains kept on rolling by tracks I wished I'd made but they would have flowed up trees to their branches not cities where you hid behind walls, you were never properly afraid of my antlers that I grew in my dying days to sing...

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Celtic through and through Irish from her tip to her toe Ginger haired with verdent eyes Her face is the map of Ireland She must be from Dublin one guesses. Another thinks she walked out of a rainbow. She’s reputed to have lived with leprechauns. The girl smiles to herself. Being British and German, she feels smug Because she has pulled a trick on a...

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Celtic faerie queen With hazel eyes and body lean We the fey are in your debt Your gentle ways more than inept The highlights in your golden glimpse eyes Give us a daily offering of complete surprise Your verdicts are swift, but always fair. We love hearing your prayers in the air You have inspired us all to do a bit better Justice prevails...

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Irish Witch rode her Celtic self into the fray Singing Irish ditties that made other’s hair turn gray Confidence on high, she showed them all up for sure Dublin’s most notorious witch was full of nature pure. How do you know it is she? Asked a leprechaun. Paddy thumped his head and asked “what planet are you on? Her face is...

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Watching the futbol match between the national teams of Ireland and Slovakia. I managed to purchase a cheap seat and I am sitting up in the nosebleed section. We drank and cheered as the game wore on. The Irish national team emerged victorious 2-1. Suddenly I remembered my mother’s maiden name:...

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He’s Irish not Scottish or British You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish He’ll point to his pelt Start swearing in Celt With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish...

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