Short Erin Poems
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If they felt anything,
where are the tears?
For Erin.
Where is the grief?
For a little girl lost,
forever.
Never to be anymore.
Losing sleep acting like an
Owl all night
Sleeping is rare now with
The nightmares of
Hell and death
Only wolves can help me as
People destroy my life
Erin is long gone now
Her Irish support is just flawless.
But St. Pat’s? Erin gets pretty lawless.
For this time each year,
it’s exceedingly clear:
the green beer makes Erin Go Braugh less.
On St. Patrick's Day, old boozehound Barney
Howls grand Gaelic airs at a pub in Killarney
Place a strong stout at his paw
And he'll howl Erin go braugh!
Yes, County Kerry folk are given to blarney!
3/17/23
'Tis said Saint Patrick rid Erin of snakes
If such is true what a great tale it makes
Skeptics claim it ain't true
Others haven't a clue
Could be a scam like the Irish Sweepstakes
E-arly
R-ay
I-n
N-atural
E-ffulgence
L-ets
I-t
S-ilently
S-hine
E-ndorsing
C-larity
A-s
I-ts
R-adiance
M-oves
E-astward
Topic: Birthday of Erin Elisse B. Cairme (October 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
St. Patrick’s Day is a fine day for congregatin’,
And for wearin’ o' the Erin go Brach green
We’re all at our local Irish pub celebratin’,
Doing some damage to our proud Irish spleen!
Written March 17, 2022
In County Cork prowls a cat, David Kavanagh
Bellies up to the bar with Gilbey's glass in paw
Drown the shamrock, sound the alarms
Lassies abound, his lucky charms
Blaring cheery shout outs of Erin Go Bragh!
Rick, you got me once again;
I'm tired of feeling dumb.
Curse your mindless hyperlinks!
Kiss my big fat bum!
Rick, I'll never pass it on,
On this day or another.
Let the halfwits have their fun.
Let them have their druthers.
© 2011, R. Erin Lenth
E-vening shadows have just disappeared,
R-eplaced by the shine of the dawn,
I-t's a beautiful morning,
N-ight is already gone,
R-ay of warm light is
E-nding chill of
Y-our life in
E-arly
S-un.
Topic: Birthday of Erin Reyes (May 12)
Form: Acrostic Nonet
E-arly
R-ay
I-n
N-ewness
G-lows
E-agerly
O-bliterating
R-ainy
G-ray
I-mage
A-s
N-atural
N-iceness
E-xpresses
S-ublimity
O-f
R-adiance
I-n
A-nother
N-ext
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Erin Georgianne Soriano (September 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Release from seeking
Unpleasant experience
To crave the pleasant.
Inspired by:
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Erin
Erin, seeing you last night brought back a bunch of old feelings, feelings I thought were long gone.
You're a beautiful as ever, and, if you were her right now, I'd tell you that.
I realized that I still have feelings for you, and, I'm still a long way from being over you....
Sierra
Aunt, daughter, friend, student
Sister of Robin, Dustin, Kyle, and Wyatt
Lover of creativity, writing, and reading
Who feels happiness, love, friendship
Who fears death, spiders, and failure
Who would like to see Ireland, Greece, and Italy
Resident of Erin, Ontario
Cowan
He once wore the mask of the reskin tride,
An orphan set to drale.
Where once was shame, and farn, and guilt,
Now is but a tale.
A man too sold on a life unlived,
In search of fairer fay.
For by the stone, and warf, and will,
He arrives anew to-day.
©2011, R. Erin Lenth
I want to go back over there
In sun or rain I dinna care
To drink the essence
Through my pores
To feel steady living mores
With all those dancing shades of green
That fill that isle I’ve never seen
With music and delight
Before I’m dragged into the night
I yearn to walk on Eire
Erin Healy is her name
Congresswoman is her game
She tweets 'bout what's 'extreme'
You can almost hear her scream:
Kids who have a married mom and dad
She deems 'dangerous and un-American,' all bad
How did this madwoman get elected?
Her insane tweet should be rejected!
When I think of where my life is going
And where my life has been
The most precious days in all my life
Have been spent with my Best Friend
If my time on earth were to end tonight
I’d die with one sure truth
If I had to do it all again
I’d do it all with you
© 2001, R. Erin Lenth
It is with pride I bear my irish ancestry
Remember those who life were sacreficed
Erin go bragh yes Ireland forever be our cry
Legacy to us all given is the gift of Ireland
Ancestry and roots it is our birth rights
Never be ashamed of what's your ancestry
Does your heart beat with Ireland pride
The modest curves of a women in jeans,
whose smile becomes the essence of sheen,
A beam extended of a distant sun,
A beam exalted the beauteous one,
her orgin must be of a godess hands,
her name is uttered everywhere men stand,
Erin, beneath the breath of fairest dreams,
Erin of earth, adorned, the fairest queen
Spring paints so many shades and hues of green
I swear she's Erin born
dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun
she's gone before she's e'er begun
the aftertaste of her laughing taunting teasing fling
makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls
pipes and strings and songs to sing
she greenly springs on eire
Form:
Spring paints so many shades and hues of green
I swear she's Erin born
dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun
she's gone before she's e'er begun
the aftertaste of her taunting teasing fling
makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls
pipes and strings and songs to sing
she greenly springs and much too swiftly rolls
Form:
I fear I lost myself within you
our lives and soul have been entwined
our mystical love within our minds
Are very in tune with universal sync
those words you have spoken to me now
I knew you have enraptured my heart
Everything about you is familiar
you have captured, enticed my soul
as I surrendered my heart to you.
03/23/2017
Erin A. Charles
He stands there
looks you straight
in the eye
And begins to tell
you the truth when
you know it’s a lie
He has become
confident in his own
manipulation tactics
An illusionist using
smoke and mirrors as
a distraction
What he has not come
to realize in his
life of delusion
Is the audience is
not fooled by his
tricks of illusion
Written by Erin
Soares-Anselmi
How far I have come from dear Ireland,
from Erin to the "Land of the Free."
My heart, left on that shore,
I shall visit no more,
and my image they shall never see...