Irish Poems

Irish poems bring the best collection of short and long irish poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great irish rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these irish poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on irish are here for you.

Tears Of An Irish Clown.

Tears Of An Irish Clown. ballad

I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only

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Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

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Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh

Holy War- An Oxymoron

Holy War  An Oxymoron prose poem

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

Like The Rain

Like The Rain short poem

I wish I was rain, so when I fall to the earth, I will be appreciated by the plants and the dirt, I would help give life to those that need me, hold up, everybody would need me for I

Experience The Magic

Experience The Magic short poem

EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC Suspended in time like Like an Irish fairy in a Whirlwind of colors During the summer Solstice caught in a cosmic Grid lock, iridescent crystals And swords born of fire Wind, earth and sea in The days

The Soulriders I

The Soulriders I short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

The Soul Riders

The Soul Riders short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Hanging The Piñata

Hanging The Piñata short poem

The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation

Here’s To Peace

Heres To Peace short poem

They throw bombs like I throw parties And it’s equally hit and miss Often a mess, never a success And still we throw and throw They have Molotov cocktails, While I serve the regular kind They’ll bomb your mind to

Tempest In My Coffee Cup

Tempest In My Coffee Cup prose poem

YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union

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The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

A grand old mansion on a hill The stately manor stands there still In the darkness of the night Throughout the window came a light On the veranda I did creep To glowing window for a peek To filthy pane

Dead Letters!

Dead Letters! long poem

*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness

The Man In The Balloon

The Man In The Balloon long poem

Up went the man in a balloon. Back from the earth and up to the mighty lord. But as he went he sang and sang. As his voice to heaven rang. The people of earth heard the song. And they

Sea Side Sights

Sea Side Sights short poem

At the sea side sea gulls glide and call for food They steal some old chips from a discarded plate Then gobble them up. To them it must taste good. I say to myself I hope it’s not too late

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault long poem

Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

Sea Sorceress

Sea Sorceress long poem

Oh well and the first time I ever saw you an Ocean of emotions came crashing down upon me it was magic by the full moon and waves off the velveteen sea You took me by the hand and led

Waves

Waves short poem

A train that once shipped sugar, from field to port, rattled, slow as a slave ship, through Antiguan hills, with elderly Americans, old money, all pearl chokers and Pringle sweaters, filling the front seats of the open top carriage, and

Oh Terrorists!

Oh Terrorists! short poem

The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief. When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief! The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are, The pain they caused, reminds,

Alone

Alone short poem

There is no question. There is no need to teach me a lesson. No one likes me. This is why they leave me be. How do I know? I have neither friend nor foe. They sit in groups, And leave

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

Paradox Of Comparisons

Paradox Of Comparisons short poem

People who live all their lives observing others often amuse me.. Here is a poem to such… A happy neighbor causes such to go green, A sad neighbor may easily be demeaned… A rich neighbor may be the one in

Birthday

Birthday short poem

The decline of the Seventh of May My world was forever changed Oh I will always remember that day The world revolved slowly on an axis until you came Now father time will not delay despite my pleas Please remain,

Questions Of Life

Questions Of Life short poem

What is the very reason for our existence? What makes us the dominating race on Earth? Remember no life can be bought through cents. Whether it’s an adult or a child’s birth Why do we work day and night? Just

When I Discovered

When I Discovered prose poem

When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being, When I got every answer and a saturated silence, deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled I

Flying Beard

Flying Beard short poem

like ether, permeating all space mesmerizing, he walked away, head of his enemy in his hand, like a trophy? frighteningly orangish a decapitated body shudders. The holy war demands its price of a joke. The face of red and blue.

Mistletoe

Mistletoe long poem

Hang it high, hang it low It really doesn’t matter, no Just hang that Mistletoe And kiss me, kiss me With all your heart and Soul You know that’s what I’ve been waiting for Ever since you came Through our

The Crumbling Heart

The Crumbling Heart short poem

She melted seeing your love Adjusted because she fell in love It was then you changed your tone Repeatedly asking for time All she heard was,’I have no time.’ You said,’Be casual.’How could she be? For casual did not exist

The Life Of A Tree

The Life Of A Tree short poem

The life of a tree starts from a seed, Be it an Oak, a Mahogany or even a weed; All it needs is a few drops of rain, sunshine and a little care, In a year or two, it would

Wife

Wife sonnet poems

sailing along these cumbersome waves with scorching rays upon our heads paddling against the winds of time so i will sing as bell the chime riding towards our yon of passion poesy to the cliffs and peaks of infinite glory

We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And

The Sea

The Sea short poem

Time is on my side The waves roll on With the tide The winds are blowing A soft, subtle air This is what dreams are made of, They will always be there All I can see for miles around Is

Love is a Game

Love is a Game short poem

Walking there on those roads, you were coming with someone else… Its funny how life unfolds, even the best of the efforts fail…! How quickly you moved on, while I still am where I was before… All by myself, alone,

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

The Raksha Bandhan

The Raksha Bandhan long poem

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Hope

Hope short poem

Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s

The Mask We Wear

The Mask We Wear long poem

It gives me the greatest joy To see people laughing And I’ll do anything I can To make sure they don’t lose their mirth Some giggle slightly Some laugh out aloud Some laugh so hard Tears stream down their faces

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream