Ireland Poems | Examples of Ireland Poetry

She holds a bright flame to see through the dark for she's fearful of far incoming storm clouds Red Stag on the hill watching closely in height majestic proud stance she's not fearful at sight her long skirt touches leaves as she crosses the *sruth and her flames light her face as her hair flowing loose and she picks up her steps as she hears foxes cry and she...

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Come with me and have a welcome drink to my favourite Irish Inn as winter gales across glens do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of oak wood bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled so very far by horseback he was able He was a handsome strong built guy and the apple in ...

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An initiative unforeseen Supported by the Countess Aberdeen Motivated several politicians and were Encouraged to convene In the year of 1920 When issues were aplenty Delegates backed the Cork City charter And elected MacSwiney, our dear martyr Yet as many were to grieve Others would also leave They were faced with a new mandate Upon founding the Irish Free State However not everyone was happy And things got...

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A district in the south On the coastline it has graced Is a well established charter Ancient roots from which it’s based The symbol of the city Placed on the Corporation seal That Latin script around the edge Enshrines the common weal A pair of towers at the Port Consolidate the fort Allowing commerce to flow forth For there’s more tea...

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I’ve never dined on caviar, The finest instead, a Mars bar. No palace key for this housing Czar Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar. The challenge must be taken on the chin And not merely with audacious spin A moratorium won’t fix the cause Of that usurious interest clause And gestures from the righteous To address this crisis Have long past worn thin Though...

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One More Cow, One More Sow Another acre cultivated By a shining plough The farmer’s son takes off his hat Wiping the sweat from his brow Their productive loans are being called in Lives changed at the financier’s whim To survive, they’ll work for life and limb Yet their malnourished bones are wearing thin The processor purchases milk below cost And no buyers for our...

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Every revolution ever Devised by the most clever From the rot, they sever And souls naive Of anew, believe Assuming it not too far gone To rectify all that’s wrong They must be ready to stand up, then For combat in the villain’s den And although it is not as mighty The sword decides who holds the pen Yet history provides a warning And the idealist may...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront One observes a turning of the tide From river stones, which stay blunt Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide A little toad searches for anew Commencing a journey made by few Its passage, grows so weary Following the gravel track On its way to Ballingeary High ditches cloak edges of the roads Serving to both sides, a useful shield Tender...

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In the heart of Cork City, Where the Lee runs swift and wide, Fought a man named Seán Ó Misteil, With a fire he couldn’t hide. He lead the First Cork Brigade, Not for glory, nor for fame — But to break the chains of empire, Not just change the flag or name. So here’s to Mitchell’s Brigade, Let their story now be told, As...

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With the sudden pang in your abdomen And the onslaught of terror, Did you look around one last time At the familiar keepsakes on the fireplace Or did you avert your gaze? In the frosty darkness of that night As you climbed to that holy shrine With mud colllecting at your ankles, Did the Virgin hail her unexpected visitor or did she...

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Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass She had large goals, and wanted to get things done Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun. But some boys are truly special, her older sister said. I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change...

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Mr. Potato a.k.a., Spud Murphy 'I'll have another cigarette,' as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ, 'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) he was such a stupid git.' However, (altho' to his cost) it may have gone to his head (which, unluckily, later he lost), Raleigh introduced the noble potato (the blight of Ireland) into Britain — ca. 1586, and what's more tobacco it did eclipse, so yes indeed, his...

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Freckles decorated him from end to end. In Ireland, there was no drinking after 10:00 ...

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Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys. Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice. Fractured aqueduct...

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BETHOVEN genuine. german genius...

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