The Irish Poems - Poems about The Irish

...In the golden corn, the sunlit dawns we lay in each other's arms seen babbling brooks, the craggy nooks In sweet Perth with all its charms. Gone are the days of yesterdays since my Maureen wen......Read the rest...

... People anticipated, and waited for the day they could gaze upon my beauty, and that they did. The men adored me, the women admired me, and the children were in awe of me. Everyone loved me! I was......Read the rest...

... Be the rising Moon in my dark nights, for I am thirsty for your light. Rumi Thirsty as a dry and parched rose in the dessert Her liquid light of effervescent blu......Read the rest...

...like shadows they follow us they tell their stories on pages that may or may not be seen, or read, we a'muse them - "we", of course, are truly inconsequential in the greater scheme of thi......Read the rest...

...It would be a disaster! What would? The defacing of the burial stones. Who am I communing with? The council. Ahh, that's not as mysterious as I'd hoped. I might not have gone into the burial......Read the rest...

...Valhalla rest day Sunday is the day of rest for most people except for cooks, servers, and housewives They have Mondays that day hasn't got many customers they can warm up, Sunday's lefto......Read the rest...

.... 'fore mine concentration uv woke world walk'n 'hind mine tramp ......Read the rest...

...Grieving; I weep silently As daylilies die daily A slow death but violently Their leaves a yellow shaley Feelings that are despairing Heart pain, actual sorrow Tears because you'r......Read the rest...

...Irish coffee Sunday ...feeling the soft sweet buzz rolling around in my mind there's her-- a thousand miles away and me-- stuck since Christmas and preparing to leave a bad man I am to b......Read the rest...

... Colour me perfect in green white and gold, A tricolour heart from the young to the old, A land of giants from the causeway to swift, A tongue silver sharp each Irishman's gift, Born with a......Read the rest...

...Not an academic Poet Not a tenement Poet Not a beat or a blues or a church Poet Not a famous or infamous or celebrity Poet Not an Irish or Basque or Welsh Poet Not a formal Poet Not a ......Read the rest...

... Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn her ......Read the rest...

...why i took a chance and decided to try the new poetry dot com sight started off great two months ago until i noticed a strange mans face with my name and poem completely beside myself not......Read the rest...

...Convalescence of Richard McGeehan Spouse of my eldest sister marital bond fixed in place strong as mortise and tenon, he hales of hearty Irish stock genes of said septuagenarian analogous to ......Read the rest...

...Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight, her mother died, and h......Read the rest...