Leprechauns Poems - Poems about Leprechauns

Beneath the emerald hills they hide, Where shadows stretch and secrets bide, The leprechauns with hats so green, Dance where only dreams are seen. They laugh and twirl in moonlit glow, Their golden coins they softly throw. A wink, a jig, a merry sound, A hidden treasure underground. With mischief in their sparkling eyes, They hide their wealth where magic lies. A rainbow leads, but...

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you have a boo boo? May pixies sprinkle it with kindness Divorce in the family? I shall send in the gnomes. Family death? nurturing leprechauns better bring more than gold....

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My grandkids talk of leprechauns As if they are alive And finding one is something For which both of them do strive. They know that unicorns aren’t real, So telling them the truth Seems easy, but they still believe A fairy takes their tooth. Of course, because St.Patrick’s Day Is right around the bend, I think I’ll just keep quiet And let both...

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It’s said that there are people, who live Beneath the ground. Deep within Earth’s middle, little folks can be found. Not Leprechauns or Gnomes with tempers; no Elves or Trolls, are to be seen. I’m told, they have some ghastly tempers; when prying eyes won’t leave them be. They often wander up above to play with human minds. ...

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A leprechaun bearded and old Was packing a pipe as he told At the rainbow's end He said to me friend They are after me pot of gold Track: D12 - Purple Hills...

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green four leaf clovers leprechauns and rainbows gold Erin’s lucky charms...

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Do Leprechauns Exist Want to know if Leprechauns do exist? Put out a trap to attract them like this On Saint Patrick’s Eve Bake dozens of these Biscuits that look like gold nugget snippets. 12th March 2021...

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Bet your wondering why they're never seen? The wee leprechauns all wearing the green Well I'll tell you why And this is no lie They're all unconscious from too much Poteen written 23rd February 2021 Poteen, known as poitin or potcheen, once illegal but now distilled commercially. It is a very strong spirit once made from potatoes but now more often than...

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Frequent burst from rain clouds rare April shenanigans brought by March leprechauns Announcing lovely yellow daffodils Such monarch flutter whimsy April shenanigans brought by March leprechauns Gently showing favors to this month’s water faeries Such monarch flutter whimsy Cleansing nature’s gentle growing pallet Gently showing favors to this month’s water faeries Announcing lovely yellow daffodils Cleansing nature’s gentle growing pallet Frequent burst from rain clouds rare...

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Come hear me yarn of leprechauns A thieving little folk, That left me laying by me pond Asleep beneath me oak. They came about the midnight hour To lay me cupboard bare, And then they used their magic powers Me vision to impair. They ate me apples I had dried And hung there in the sun, Then took me crumpets that I fried And even got...

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Today's a day to celebrate To drink your green whiskey, your green beer But keep a smile upon your face Pass lots and lots of cheer May you catch that little green leprechaun Steal his pot of gold at the end of his rainbow Don't forget the Shamrock place on your shirts So everyone will pass you by not pinching Crap that really...

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I tip toe through the darken forest Shhhh! This is my favorite tune Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew A snap of fingers and click of heels Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter And my feet begin to dance a merriment...

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Walking along the path of the Leprechaun, was the greenest grass I've ever walked on. The sound of a harp whistled through the trees. A little wood nymph said "Follow me please." I stayed really close afraid to get lost. First time in Ireland she was the boss. "A little bit further to a pot of Gold, If you're deserving, of it...

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Nothing can compare to you, you are the original creation of heaven, I believe the lord was boasting when he made you,you beseech the dawn and sun set with your smile, how could I have missed your shine all this while, your image embodies mystery and beauty, like the sight of nature or the beauteous immensity of the grand...

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For our p.d. s poetry competition... PD poems (any poem written or dedicated to me) p.d.s Leprechaun returns... and next to be, desperate p.d. the vengeful tyke from dublin see's, a corncob pipe with malice, got him flushed him, simply callous, in the septic tank is he... fiddle dum fiddle diddle de... Don...

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