Short Celtic Poems
Short Celtic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Celtic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Celtic by length and keyword.
pine cones dormant
in a crown
of woven greenery
Entry
Andrea's Haiku contest
Christmas 2010
Scottish Arbroath smokies
Slow cooked Irish stew
Cornish pastie in gravy
A Welsh rarebit
Cerphilly cheese scones
Drambuie
Aye!
Universal Sea Shanty; or, The Generic Folk Song
Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
The perfect Irish jig.
Soft Celtic rainfall
Sunlight flicker, shadow play
Iridescent glow
Wild, flamboyant golden gorse
Vibrant vista, summer sun.
Magical eclipse
Gives rise to Celtic Twilight
Airbrushed perfection
Ghostly Druid casts his spell
Protected by Tree of life.
Three coils unwind.
Celtic then, now, and future,
volution of life.
Love and loyalty,
You curve about my finger,
A swell of fervor.
with gorgeous ginger hair and Celtic eyes
She comes to shake me, make me rise
my muse is Trixie, persistent and keen
she gives me words in my dream sheen
Head unbowed,
heart impaled
Memory old,
Celtic tales
Allegiance sworn,
fealty burned
Voices call
—freedom churns
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Autumn a blessed relief
From sun that showed no mercy
Day after blistering day
Green grass burnt to rusty brown
I hungered for Celtic mist.
Celtic triple knot,
Mystical life interweave.
Eternal, the strength.
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thinks uv yourn
celtic appalachian sylph
tramp’n through thuh
pennsyltucky prairie's
verde sedge
yep
Lord you
Move this
Wave of oceans
Move these clouds away
Move heaven and earth
Light up this orange-paper sky
Move this Celtic green air
Lord, I want us to share
Celtic Priest stands tall
Village folk wide eyed in hope
Sun will hear his call
Inspired by the Winter Solstice Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Seashell Island
ocean tides
are hands
touching the
starry sky
we dance
beneath the
Celtic moon
back and forth
crashing into
distant shores
without a sound
breathing moonlight
An Irish wolfhound from Londonderry
was sold to a rancher in Tucumcari
Yesterday: Knolls and lakes
Today: Cactus and snakes
His Celtic heart’s turned sad and contrary
He’s Irish not Scottish or British
You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish
He’ll point to his pelt
Start swearing in Celt
With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish
Colosseum bound
Celtic and captured, with pride
in witness I'm thralled to fight
no shield is required
being of Clan, delivers
with taste, respect, I strike
As the wind ruffles the white Daisy's petals
So His desire is to touch your white head
Ruffle your Spirit stirring It up to Good work
Bringing forth your greatest Gift for all people
Form:
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
What say ye? How do you plea?
I’ll be the last face you see!
No more, are you to be free.
Englyn Milwr Celtic, three line stanza, seven syllables in each line, rhyming
scheme aaa.
On St Paddy’s day watch out for the jigger
He has stamina, vim and goblets of vigor.
His Celtic dances will put hair on your chest.
If I was not scared to death I would tell you the rest.
Tree intertwining,
complete cosmos, root, and branch
mystic Celtic wood.
Hold my hand in yours so tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight
Englyn Milwr Celtic, three line stanza, seven syllables in each line, rhyming
scheme aaa.
weathering Wales in bleak winter is hard
though starred sheep remain sleek
taverns roaring fires a feat
making Celtic maidens sweet
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