Ireland Poems | Examples of Ireland Poetry

Your steps so measured, soft and slow, Through Irish streets where neon glows, While I match pace, half-step behind, Your gentle rhythm fills my mind. Tomorrow brings your twenty-eight, As Newbridge glows through Darragh's rain, Like Naevis' light through darkened skies, Where...Read the rest...

I'm trying, and I would not be lying: my life as an Irish Bard's hard. It's absurd, much like working a crossword, tracking the column and row though. So tiring! Like hooking up the wiring; after three, I think I'd best rest. ---------- Syllables: 3/7/7/1 Rhyme: aabb, with a...Read the rest...

Where legends lurk And dark tales abound, This killer wails ... A horrible sound She cries and cries Still, none ever see, The creature they call The old banshee And if you hear her Late one night ... You will not live To see daylight Some...Read the rest...

Rascal the rapscallion was a slyboots rogue he fancied himself a pixie, spoke Irish brogue we suspected he was a leprechaun hiding gold he lived in Skeezicks Forest, Celtic land of old...Read the rest...

bonfire red hair beautiful celtic princess irelands finest...Read the rest...

Forest fairies fly the righteous path When the sun kissed leaves transform at last Turning shimmering shades of red like wrath As fairy blood reveals the past Of countless summers gone too soon And dropping...Read the rest...

The sun or earth and the moon resembles a kind of love for instance now, do they share air or water or sticks or something ...Read the rest...

they call it our independence we were never dependent they'll rape our only mothers make us repent it they'll sell our land and bomb us when we tent on it they'll condemn our freedom after forcing us to...Read the rest...

your face is the map of Ireland she looked over at a Marlboro man of the sixties ruggedly handsome he said nothing else but his smile gave her goosebumps it was slow and intelligent she slid her purse two seats down to...Read the rest...

I feel like an honorary leprechaun Maybe because I am part Irish but especially because I know where the four-leaf clovers dwell are you fey? Someone asks as I hand them out at work. Only Irish, and part leprechaun,...Read the rest...

Tires rang against the road in my eyes The grinding of whetted knives Tinnitus rings in my teeth Threats are thought, silently Back sores scream and swamp Ass creeps through the carseat In the beauty of County Mayo I am it's tourist...Read the rest...

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'...Read the rest...

Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn...Read the rest...

Leave it all behind. There’s no room for your baggage, but your togs, towel and the factor 50 promise. Sail the roads west. Teenage freedom is in the bottom of the lidl bag, clung by ice-creamed fingers, up the...Read the rest...

She wrote down “Erin go Braugh or go home It was the beginning of her St Paddy’s day poem A couple of eejits were staring at her now Her corn beef and cabbage was fully a wow! She took...Read the rest...