Liffey Poems - Poems about Liffey

...At the Paranoia Poetry Club They all give thanks For the NHS and their Cheap Prescription tranqs. The recovering drunk, The failed suicide  Both sit together Side by side by side Waiting for......

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...Dublin is Irelands capital city On the river Liffey It is at the seashore With mountains galore Viking settlement With many more to come Bringing changes Throughout the ages Diverse and w......

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...An ornamental doe and fawn, suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle – I have mistaken an actuality, and now am thrown out of my skin. I’m a millipede of fractal awareness. I sniff the body-odor ......

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...I saw a homeless man Begging on O'connell bridge Behind him the dark stagnant waters of the Liffey Flowing aimlessly along the quays, All around him a large crowd of people Walking to and fr......

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...Dublin city Along the quays Over the bridge Across the liffey North and South divide. W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018. 30th September 2018.......

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...When they divide us as a nation we at large will fall flat on our faces being worth little as a country in value selling the rights of our future down the Liffey I pray for one that the battle......

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...Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic' Many say on departing "one day I'll be back". Molly Ma......

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...We go green on Paddy's Day. That's because we like it that way. Green clothing, green Liffey, green beer. Green faces bring good cheer. A time to remember we're Irish. Especially those Paddys ......

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...Straight-up the arrows, hard-pressed the doors to all the rooms in all the houses on Clark Street. Father Coughlin brought blessings thinned with broth from potato peelings. Women poured ......

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...Drenched in Red, with St. Valentine Straight-up the arrows, hard-pressed the doors to all the rooms in all the houses on Clark Street. Father Coughlin brought blessings thinned with broth ......

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...ECHOES FROM THE LIFFEY. I hear it loud and clear, A clarion call for the Irish, A call to awaken our inner strength and rediscover the true us, Even the walls echo it. Motherland beckons, The lush ......

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...This city has a spire in the middle, the needle of Ireland's despair, cost us money and lots of our riches, this is our city so fair, a government in ruling our ruination, as the clock i......

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...There's times I've thought for all the rush, that days on end we sleep aloud. Time is always timing out, we cannot seem to catch it there, how fast we try and run it down. I thought it when I had......

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...STAR You ask if there is another, another sadder than you, another who's soul is like yours, if another exists like her. No! There is no other like her. But there is another so......

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