Dublin Poems - Poems about Dublin

There was a lad from Dublin So sad he wanted some lovin’ He fell asleep in class Woke up to deep laughs His wanker tall hot as an oven...

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Ah, the Irish city of Dublin! Sure 'tis always bustlin' and rumblin'! And, at times, when it rains, folks try not to complain, in spite of the puddlin' and bubblin'!...

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there was a jolly old man from Dublin drank way too much and home he went stublin` a river he tried to cross only to slipped on the moss now laughter never stops from the ducklin` ...

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there was a young lady named Fanny who expected to marry her fiancé Danny she found him one day kissing young Fay and kicked his butt from Dublin to Killarney ...

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I went for a night out in Dublin, The amount of Oasis being played was troublin', We drank one after t'other Till we stopped hearing those brothers, But in the morning our stomachs were bubblin'...

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If you get to Dublin, do the Literary Pub Crawl Visit the Bailey, The Bachelor, McDaids, Mulligans Places journalists used to congregate after work in the 1920’s, when Dublin had three newspapers James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Flann O’Brien might appear They would be ghosts of course, but you might catch a glimpse They were known to frequent these pubs, being...

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Ribbet Snibbet Cribbet all the way down to Dublin Town There hopped a chubby dotted frog who never wore a frown He was excited to be invited to sup Gray tea with Saint Pat Who gave him a thump on his arm so dotted and phat I like you a lot, St. Pat said to the corpulent frog. You are...

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Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin town. She’s dressed in the greens, wearing a gown. I wonder if she will ride the pipe to me? Asked a clown. The rest of us stared at him, one gave him a frown. The news went through the pub, to everyone around. Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin, is she quite...

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Scottish Highland calf was a favorite in Dublin Town. We loved his temperament, he was up, never down. He bathed in roses, daisies, and autumn leaves, so brown. King of kindness was his title, given along with a crown....

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My son’s in Dublin, now, for work. Irish travel – what a perk! He’ll only be there for a week But he’s allowed a little peek. Shooting snooker ‘stead of pool; Watching rugby played – how cool! Drinking Guinness in a pub, Like a local at a club. He’ll be back the day before We come knocking at his door For Turkey Day with what...

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hostel life you never know with whom you'll share a room a cappuccino or a piece of life Fatima is not her name just what she goes by in Turkey if you're Kurdish it's safer to be a Fatima in Dublin she can be (her Kurdish name) it's just something she doesn't want to get used to in Venice, Kaldoun asks in Arabic what I...

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‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave, Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked In the name of actin’ bold and brave, My misadventures dastardly peaked. In this musky gaol I am wasting away While me life passes before me eyes Chaplains teaching me how to pray, Give up with their lugubrious sighs. Long since I no longer wish for home Before the...

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It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regulars were stylin’ - the men dressed in white Havana or Colima, Italian Linen and women in bright salsa dresses. The...

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From a dark pumpkin snarled out a goblin, Hobbling, wobbling, said he flew from Dublin And thundered me to gobble A blended red scotch double And demanded a bottle, wrapped in poplin. Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10 (Poetry Soup) Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B/A *A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 19, 2020) Oct. 10, 2020 Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest Tania Kitchin...

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May 1974 Why do you need to waste your time today Writing an elegy no one will read? Add the half-cent to the cent And text to shivering text For you were born to text And save- But let her be She’s dead and gone She’s with her baby in the grave Yet they were of a different kind They didn’t text Their lives they...

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