Ireland Poems | Examples of Ireland Poetry

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...

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...

O'Rourke has left Ireland with all he owns in a knapsack. He is going to America with sunshine at his back. The Irish soil is dotted with potatoes now turned black. O'Rourke has left Ireland and he is...Read the rest...

Through thickened woods and thorny brush I chased the elf in silenced hush Around intoxicating pines And mossy-covered hanging vines Taking care to mark the way With petals dropped from rose bouquet My distance safe from prying eyes And forest creatures’...Read the rest...

The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech after Ripening for sixteen summers. Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a shovel and a pick at his lonely boots. ‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God did he dig. there is a dignity in breaking...Read the rest...

A bouquet of shamrocks glisten, they call magick; Under a rainbow they sprout high; This sky? Classic; Golden sunshine adds to the glow, What a vision; Leprechaun’s pot hidden details, mischief hails fun; You think it’s found so you give chase, rushing a field; Met...Read the rest...

A lamb-like ewe is strutting across the fields- conceited Irishman is the vibe it yields....Read the rest...

On a mild Spring’s night In the heartlands of Ulster A prodigious child was born For Ireland, to save her A man of modest means Yet formidable wit The mystics he joined A cause to commit In poems and...Read the rest...

“Dammit,” he cried “I’ll never get you clean” For what he had seen Was nothing but mean “Come on over, now, here’s your feed” As the pony ran over With a great deal of speed Her leg limped Over a...Read the rest...

In the Mansion House On a January day The framework of the nation And its future did lay Deputy Johnson Brought forth his brand-new assignment If the Democratic Programme did pass T’would alter our social alignment Yet, Johnson and Labour Were...Read the rest...

Embracing the countryside Made some ecstatic and glee But one feature in particular Was that old coniferous tree ‘Conifer,’ a Latin word Means one that bears a cone But did Nero study the outdoors When he was in...Read the rest...

Located deep in the Muskerry Gaeltacht The old village of Ballyvourney Seen from atop Mullaghanish One better not leave prematurely Walking through Ballymakeera I see the Holy Well draw near Down here in green Ballyvourney Where Gobnait found nine white deer I look...Read the rest...

Along the Muskerry Light Railway One can watch the flowers bloom It will not be much longer now ’Til the old town of Macroom Arriving at the station Collecting bags from overhead To depart I am too keen After all it is...Read the rest...