Donegal Poems - Poems about Donegal

...P erfect afternoon although the R ain clouds looked ominous over Tory. E ven still we ventured out as the darkness G athered behind our foot prints on one of the N icest beaches in North Donegal.......

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...Lifting my weary an drugged head "Hey' Is all that croaked From a dried throat As the Irish gals From Donegal Those medical Angels Surely sent By family past Dote about My sickening Karmic......

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...They were Lilly Whites from Kildare, And Boggers from County Clare, Herring Gutters from Donegal And Dubliner Jackeens. They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders, Magpies and Rossies. They were Kell......

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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 ......

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...Bagpipes in short high sounding squeals that loudly play to the ears appeal some haunting distant melodic foreboding malaise, stretching across an isle of green-blue ways, freed open and ging......

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...I'm so happy I could cry. My eldest child has said goodbye. To England and that silly Boris, who mismanaged the threat to us. She and her fiance caught the ferry. I'm so pleased it makes me me......

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...Being from beautiful Donegal Each day in summer I am enthralled As soon as I see the sun shining, Under blue skies I can be pining To be out and about with top down. In my little car I whiz arou......

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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 bloodie......

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...ONLY TWENTY YEARS Who can know the future of twenty years And discount the dim offerings of Gateshead? What 12 year old can imagine The emptiness of prairies in Montana Or smell from fif......

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...I'm overtaken 'Tis nigh season of trav'ling And I alight again, Love O how I despair To wander ancient isles Alone among the great hordes How far November When to our farm, our boys, an......

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...The most beautiful birthplace? Why, Donegal of course. Having travelled the world, I have no remorse, at returning home. Summer sunshine? I go and explore. Sea with a sheen of blue. Forty shade......

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...An Irish State of Mind July 20, 2013 In a New York bar, pretty far, with Donegal on my mind Missing my country, miss my friends, in an Irish state of mind Donegal town, Bundoran, Killybegs to ......

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...My Irish Jewel May 15, 2016 They took a piece of my land, six of thirty two They came with might and stole it, England shame on you You took a piece of my land, you stole my Iris......

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...On Summers eve-you danced by night On sweet-scented breeze by the campfires light Your flaming hair-locks swirling wild- desires and passion you did rile. My Gypsy maid from Clare's sweet paths ......

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...Our country is full of hypocrites who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change towards liberal law in our downfal......

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