122 Irish Poems about Various Aspects of Ireland

Ireland, often described as ‘The Emerald Isle,’ is a land steeped in rich history, folklore, and profound beauty.

As W.B. Yeats, one of Ireland’s most celebrated poets, once said, ‘There are no strangers here; only friends you haven’t yet met.’

The sense of camaraderie, deep cultural roots, and the poetic spirit of Ireland resonate powerfully in its Irish poetry.

From the works of Yeats to Seamus Heaney, Irish poets have made a global impact, solidifying the importance of their Irish poems.

In this collection of poems by Irish poets, we invite you to explore Irish poems that encapsulate various aspects of Ireland’s charm.

Best Irish Poems

Famous Irish poems are the pillars of Ireland’s literary legacy. Penned by renowned Irish poets, these verses are timeless classics that showcase the nation’s cultural and poetic brilliance.

1. Ecce Puer

       by James Joyce

Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.

A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!

2. Easter

       by William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of day 
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey 
Eighteenth-century houses.

I have passed with a nod of the head 
Or polite meaningless words, 
Or have lingered awhile and said 
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done 
Of a mocking tale or a gibe 

To please a companion
Around the fire at the club, 
Being certain that they and I 
But lived where motley is worn: 
All changed, changed utterly: 
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman’s days were spent 
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.

What voice more sweet than hers 
When, young and beautiful, 
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school 
And rode our wingèd horse; 
This other his helper and friend 

Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end, 
So sensitive his nature seemed, 
So daring and sweet his thought.

This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart, 
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn, 
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone 
Through summer and winter seem 
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.

The horse that comes from the road, 
The rider, the birds that range 
From cloud to tumbling cloud, 
Minute by minute they change; 
A shadow of cloud on the stream 

Changes minute by minute; 
A horse-hoof slides on the brim, 
And a horse plashes within it; 
The long-legged moor-hens dive, 
And hens to moor-cocks call; 
Minute by minute they live: 
The stone’s in the midst of all.
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart. 
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part 

To murmur name upon name, 
As a mother names her child 
When sleep at last has come 
On limbs that had run wild. 
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death; 
Was it needless death after all?

For England may keep faith 
For all that is done and said. 
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; 
And what if excess of love 

Bewildered them till they died? 
I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride 
And Connolly and Pearse

Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly: 
A terrible beauty is born.

3. Requiescat

       by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

4. Shancoduff

       by Patrick Kavanagh

My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot’s wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel.

My hills hoard the bright shillings of March
While the sun searches in every pocket.
They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn
With a sheaf of hay for three perishing calves
In the field under the Big Forth of Rocksavage.

The sleety winds fondle the rushy beards of Shancoduff
While the cattle-drovers sheltering in the Featherna Bush
Look up and say: “Who owns them hungry hills
That the water-hen and snipe must have forsaken?
A poet? Then by heavens he must be poor.”
I hear, and is my heart not badly shaken?

5. The Last Rose of Summer

       by Thomas Moore

‘Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh!

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

6. What Is the Word

       by Samuel Beckett

folly –
folly for to –
for to –
what is the word –
folly from this –
all this –
folly from all this –

given –
folly given all this –

seeing –
folly seeing all this –

this –
what is the word –
this this –
this this here –
all this this here –
folly given all this –

seeing –
folly seeing all this this here –
for to –
what is the word –
see –

glimpse –
seem to glimpse –
need to seem to glimpse –
folly for to need to seem to glimpse –

what –
what is the word –
and where –
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where –

where –
what is the word –

there –
over there –
away over there –

afar –
afar away over there –

afaint –
afaint afar away over there what –

what –
what is the word –
seeing all this –
all this this –
all this this here –
folly for to see what –

glimpse –
seem to glimpse –
need to seem to glimpse –
afaint afar away over there what –
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what –

what –
what is the word –

7. Digging

       by Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb 
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound 
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: 
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds 
Bends low, comes up twenty years away 
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills 
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft 
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade. 
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

Famous Irish Poems

Famous Irish poems are the pillars of Ireland’s literary legacy. Penned by renowned Irish poets, these verses are timeless classics that showcase the nation’s cultural and poetic brilliance.

1. The Lake Isle of Innisfree

       by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

2. Song of Wandering Aengus

       by William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And fire-flies were in the air,
I hung my berry on a thorn,
And sat down on a rock to stare.

I stared and stared and stared,
But nothing happened at all;
So I got up and went away,
And bore my berry back to the wall.

And all the day I thought of that,
And how I could have seen aright,
And all the night I thought of that,
And how I could have seen aright.

3. When You Are Old

       by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

4. The Second Coming

       by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

5. The Cloths of Heaven

       by W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

6. When You Are Old

       by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

7. When All is Said and Done

       by Seamus Heaney

When all is said and done,
It’s not the fame, nor the glory,
Nor the laurel wreath, nor the golden story,
That matters, but the love that we’ve known,
The laughter, the tears, the memories we’ve shown.
For in the end, it’s not what we’ve achieved,
But the love we’ve shared, that will be our reprieve.

8. The Wild Swans at Coole

       by W.B. Yeats

The wild swans at Coole,
A sudden blow,
Their great wings beating the air,
A sudden cry,
As they fly away,
A lonely sound,
Dying away.

Funny Irish Poems

Funny Irish poems add a delightful touch of humor to the poetic landscape. These verses infuse laughter into the richness of Irish culture, offering moments of mirth and whimsy.

1. The Irishman and the Englishman

       by Anonymous

There once was an Irishman who was so thin,
That he used to wear his belt for a grin.
One day he met an Englishman so stout,
That he had to turn himself inside out.

“How do you manage to eat so much?” asked the Irishman.
“Well,” said the Englishman, “I always eat my potatoes first.”
“But why?” asked the Irishman.
“Because they’re the cheapest,” said the Englishman.
“But I eat my potatoes last,” said the Irishman.
“Why is that?” asked the Englishman.
“Because I’m afraid of not having enough room for my meat,” said the Irishman.

2. The Irish Farmer and the American Tourist

       by Anonymous

An American tourist was driving through Ireland when he saw a farmer standing in the middle of a field of sheep. The tourist pulled over and asked the farmer, “How many sheep do you have?”
“I don’t know,” said the farmer.
“What?” said the tourist. “You’re a farmer and you don’t know how many sheep you have?”
“No,” said the farmer. “I only count them when I sell them.”

3. The Irish Schoolboy

       by Anonymous

A teacher asked an Irish schoolboy, “What is the difference between ignorance and bliss?”
“I don’t know,” said the schoolboy.
“That’s bliss,” said the teacher.

4. The Irish Barman

       by Anonymous

An Irishman went into a bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.
“That’ll be €5,” said the barman.
“€5 for a pint of Guinness!” said the Irishman. “That’s outrageous!”
“That’s the price,” said the barman.
“Well,” said the Irishman, “I’ll just have to have a bottle of whiskey instead.”

5. The Irish Mother

       by Anonymous

An Irish mother was talking to her son about his new job.
“What do you do for a living?” she asked.
“I’m a software engineer,” said the son.
“What’s that?” asked the mother.
“I build computer programs,” said the son.
“Oh,” said the mother. “Well, I hope you’re not building any programs that will make my washing machine work.”

6. The Irishman and the Devil

       by Anonymous

An Irishman was walking down the road when he saw the Devil.
“What will you give me for my soul?” asked the Devil.
“I’ll give you a pint of Guinness,” said the Irishman.
“A pint of Guinness?” said the Devil. “That’s all?”
“That’s all,” said the Irishman.
“Very well,” said the Devil. “But I warn you, you will regret this.”

The Devil took the Irishman’s soul and gave him the pint of Guinness. The Irishman drank the Guinness and said, “That was the best pint of Guinness I’ve ever had.”

The Devil was furious. He had never been outwitted by a human before. He went to Hell and told the other devils what had happened.

The other devils laughed and said, “You deserve it. You should know that Irishmen love Guinness.”

7. The Irish Politician

       by Anonymous

An Irish politician was giving a speech.
“I’m here to tell you that if you vote for me, I’ll fix the roads,” he said. “I’ll create jobs. I’ll make sure that everyone has a home.”

The crowd cheered.

“I’ll even make sure that everyone has a pint of Guinness in their hand,” said the politician.

The crowd went wild.

The next day, the politician was walking down the street when he saw a man sitting on a bench. The man was dirty and ragged. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“What’s wrong?” asked the politician.
“I’m homeless,” said the man. “I don’t have any food. And I haven’t had a pint of Guinness in weeks.”

The politician looked at the man and said, “Sorry. I’m out of Guinness.”

8. There Was an Old Man with a Flute

       by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with a flute,
A “mem’able” person to shoot;
When they said, “Does it blow?”
He replied, “No, it does not!
It is only a family Lute!”

9. The Pobble Who Has No Toes

       by Edward Lear

The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;”
He replied,—”Fish, fiddle-de-dee!”

10. The Mad Gardener’s Song

       by Lewis Carroll

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
“At length I realize,” he said,
“The bitterness of Life!”

11. At the Fishhouses

       by Elizabeth Bishop

Although it is a cold evening,
Down by one of the fishhouses
An old man sits netting,
His net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
A dark purple. He has eyes as crusted as the hulls
Of the lichen, and he hums,
Humming, while his fingers move the nets.

12. The Cow in Apple Time

       by Robert Frost

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.

Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.

13. The Pig

       by Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night,
All in a flash, he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
“They want my bacon slice by slice
“To sell at a tremendous price!
“They want my tender juicy chops
“To put in all the butcher’s shops!
“They want my pork to make a roast
“And that’s the part that’ll cost the most!
“They want my sausages in strings!
“They even want my chitterlings!
“The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
“That is the reason for my life!”
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile, he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”

14. The Forgetful Fellow

       by Patrick Brontë

There once was a fellow named Sam
Who never could think where he am.
In the tub, by the fire,
His brain would catch fire,
And then he would say, “Who I be, am?”

15. The Bachelor’s Soliloquy

       by Edward Gorey

My days I devote
To my dogs and daisies,
My clients and boat
And her who betrays me.
Some laws to annull
That bind the majority,
A strictur of Saul
All eye, all authority.
A witch with wild wiles
For my evil behavior,
The lowness of Lyles,
The bravery of braver.
My rose I but fail,
For my love made me know it;
My soul is a sale,
For the devil will show it.

Short Irish Poems

Short poems about Irish are the essence of brevity, capturing the heart of Ireland in a few lines. These verses are like snapshots of the Irish landscape, invoking a sense of place and time.

1. A Fairy Blessing

       by Anonymous

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall softly on your fields.

Until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

2. The Old Man’s Wish

       by Anonymous

I wish I had the wings of a bird,
To fly over the sea,
To the land where my heart is,
And to the one I love so dear.

3. The Irish Toast

       by Anonymous

May the good Lord bless you,
And keep you safe.
May your troubles be few,
And your blessings be many.

4. The Leprechaun’s Song

       by Anonymous

I’m a merry little leprechaun,
And I live in a fairy dell.
I have a pot of gold,
And I’m casting a spell.

5. The Irish Blessing

       by Anonymous

May the luck of the Irish be with you,
On this fine St. Patrick’s Day.
May your heart be light,
And your spirits be gay.

6. The Irish Smile

       by Anonymous

There’s a smile on every Irish face,
And a twinkle in every eye.
For the Irish are a happy folk,
And they love to laugh and cry.

7. The Irish Rover

       by Anonymous

I’ve sailed the seven seas,
And I’ve seen many a sight.
But the place I love the best,
Is Ireland, my delight.

8. The Irish Lullaby

       by Anonymous

Sleep tight, my little one,
And dream sweet dreams.
Of fields of green and golden hay,
And rivers flowing clear and clean.

9. The Irish Prayer

       by Anonymous

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall softly on your fields.

10. The Irish Blessing

       by Anonymous

May the blessings of each day,
Be yours to keep.
May good health and happiness,
Follow in your steps.

11. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

       by William Butler Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love.

12. To Ireland in the Coming Times

       by William Butler Yeats

Know, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
Or even of a company’s company,
In my proper place.

13. Dublin

       by Louis MacNeice

Grey brick upon brick,
Declamatory bronze
On sombre pedestals –
O’Connell, Grattan, Moore –
And the brewery tugs and the swans
On the balustraded stream
And the bare bones of a fanlight
Over a hungry door
And the air soft on the cheek
And porter running from the taps
With a head of yellow cream
And Nelson on his pillar
Watching his world collapse.

14. The Fiddler of Dooney

       by William Butler Yeats

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.

15. The Wild Swans at Coole

       by William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

16. Anseo

       by Paul Muldoon

Anseo means here. So when the roll call
Is called it means I am here.

17. Blackberry-Picking

       by Seamus Heaney

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it

18. In Just

       by E. E. Cummings

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

Irish Poems about Love

Irish poems about love are lyrical declarations of the heart, celebrating the romantic spirit of Ireland. These verses capture the emotions, passion, and enduring love inspired by the Emerald Isle.

1. The White Rose

       by John Boyle O’Reilly

The white rose whispers of love
In its pure and fragrant bloom;
And the red rose speaks of passion,
In its depth and glowing gloom.

But the rose I love the best,
Is the one that grows for me;
In the garden of my heart,
Where my thoughts and dreams are free.

2. Twice Shy

       by Seamus Heaney

Twice shy, twice sly,
Twice the darting eye,
Twice the trembling sigh,
Twice the lover nigh!

3. On Raglan Road

       by Patrick Kavanagh

On Raglan Road of an evening warm
Summer’s night I first saw her
She stood at the corner, light up by the lamp
And the brown madone beneath it

I passed by her and held my breath,
For my heart was full of a passionate prayer
That she might, my lady of beauty, be bound
To me in the spell of a love so rare.

4. She Moved Through the Fair

       by William Butler Yeats

She moved through the fair,
And the people stared;
A queen in her pride
And loveliness rare.

But I knew by the light
In her eyes, she was mine.
My heart filled with joy,
And my soul did entwine.

5. The Rose of Tralee

       by William Mulchinock

The Rose of Tralee is the fairest of all,
Her beauty is like a sunlit hall.
Her eyes are like stars, and her lips are like wine,
And her heart is as pure as the dew on the vine.

6. The Deer’s Cry

       by Patrick Kavanagh

A deer tonight has taken up
His lodgings in my heart.
His antlers pierce the midnight,
His velvet touch will never depart.

7. The Memory of Love

       by William Allingham

The memory of love is like a rose,
That blooms in the heart, though the summer’s gone.
Its fragrance fills the air,
And its beauty is ever bright.

8. Love’s Secret

       by John Boyle O’Reilly

Love’s secret is, to love without fear.
To give all, and ask for nothing in return.
To open your heart to another,
And trust that they will cherish it.

9. Sonnet XVII

       by Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

10. The Dream

       by Patrick Kavanagh

Through the square window of my room
I hear the birds mutter in the hedge
Overhead in the tree-tops
The pigeons mouth kiss to kiss

11. The Bright Wave

       by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

The bright wave
in that long lagoon
is my wild, young love
watching the constellations
in the south wind.

12. One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand

        by Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again, I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.

13. Love’s Loneliness

       by Francis Ledwidge

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us
That protect your blood.

14. The Ballad of Moll Magee

       by William Butler Yeats

Come round me, little childer;
There, don’t flinch, and stand
Your little legs to make you steady.
It’s Sunday to-day.

15. Song

       by Samuel Lover

The spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

16. The Song of the Old Mother

       by William Butler Yeats

My son, my son, the sun was setting,
The birds were singing in the trees;
Last night I thought I heard him crying,
And now again, meseems, I hear his voice.

He’s gone, my son, he’s gone,
To seek the fortune that he needs;
But though he’s far, my love, from me,
His memory stays with me, and I am filled with grief.

Oh, if I had the wings of a bird,
I’d fly to where my love is gone;
But since I have no wings, I pray
That he may come back soon.

17. The Wild Swans at Coole

       by William Butler Yeats

The wild swans at Coole
Are gone into the world,
Away from the hills and the streams,
Where they were reared.

They took flight before dawn,
In the cold October mist,
With a sound of wings,
Like music, distant, faint.

No bellbird chimes,
No lark ascending,
No piping of finches,
Or horn of plenty.

18. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

       by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

19. The White Rose

       by John Boyle O’Reilly

As pure as snow, as white as foam,
She came to me, a vision fair;
Her lips were red, her hair was gold,
Her eyes were bright, her smile was bold.

20. Scaffolding

       by Seamus Heaney

You know, they say, how miners work
A mile underground, then rise
Through rock and darkness to the light,
And keep their bearings in the strata.

So did we, making our own way
Through layers of unmeaning till we found
The bedrock of our living arrangement.

Irish Poems about Hope

Irish poems about hope offer a glimpse into the nation’s optimism and resilience. These verses are beacons of inspiration, reflecting the indomitable spirit that has defined Ireland’s history.

1. The Way Through

       by Michael Longley

In the depths of a bog,
I found a road,
And followed it through,
Until I came upon a town.
It was my own village,
But it had changed its name.
Now it was called The Place Where We Begin.

2. Hope

       by Seamus Heaney

Hope is what keeps us going,
Like a light in the window,
Guiding us through the night.
It’s the spark that ignites our courage,
The fire that burns within our hearts,
The light that shines ahead.

3. The Rainbow

       by William Butler Yeats

The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is its show;
But when it fades away,
The sunshine follows play.
For every storm that passes,
There’s a brighter sky above,
Where love and peace and happiness
Are waiting to unfold.

4. The Lake Isle of Innisfree

       by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And build a cabin there,
Of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee loud glade.

5. The Wild Swans at Coole

       by William Butler Yeats

The wild swans at Coole,
They dance before me still,
With their proud, graceful movements,
Their necks held high and still.
They know they are immortal,
Though they die before us,
Their beauty lives forever,
In memory and in trust.

6. Sailing Westward

       by John Masefield

We sailed westward, ever westward,
Through the sunset’s golden glow,
And though the winds were against us,
Our spirits never faltered low.
For we knew that beyond the horizon,
Lies the land where hope resides,
Where dreams come true and freedom reigns,
And skies are blue and wide.

7. The Road not Taken

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

8. The Song of Amergin

       by Amergin Glúingel

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture on the rock,
I am the beam of the sun,
I am the plant of beauty,
I am the stranger in a strange land.

9. The Battle of the Trees

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

On the mountains of the north,
The trees stand tall and strong,
Their branches stretch towards the sky,
Their roots run deep and long.
They are the guardians of the land,
The sentinels of old,
Who stand watch over mountain and stream,
And hear the stories told.

10. The Voice of the People

       by Thomas Moore

Oh, listen to the voice of the people,
As it echoes through the land,
It speaks of hope and freedom,
Of justice and equality hand in hand.
It rises up from every corner,
From city streets to rural towns,
A call to action, a cry for change,
A demand for better days to come.

11. Hope

       by William Butler Yeats

Hope, a lover’s staff;
Wear a smiling face
When you see your glass,
And meet the morning grace
Always with a song
To help you all day long.

12. The Dark Night

       by Seamus Heaney

I hear the dark night whispering,
And my heart is full of fear.
But I know that the morning will come,
And the sun will shine clear.

13. The Road not Taken

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

14. The Peace of Wild Things

       by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
by a twig breaking or owl’s cry,
I come to the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests his head under his wing,
and the fox has the brush of his tail curled
round his forepaws. I lie in the grass
and the sun shines warm on my face,
and the wind whispers through the leaves.
And I am at peace.

15. Hope

       by Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Irish Poems about Life

Irish poems about life are a reflection on the human experience, enriched by Irish culture. These verses provide insights, lessons, and reflections on the journey of life.

1. St. Kevin and the Blackbird

       by Seamus Heaney

And then there was St. Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so
One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
And lays in it and settles down to nest.

2. In Memoriam: Grace Kilmurray

       by John Hewitt

Through some strange tinge
in the wash of her hair
or the set of her gaze
I can sometimes believe
she is happy.

3. To the Oak Tree

       by Michael Longley

Though I am old and gnarled you still are young
And growing. In your century of witness
You may come to see me out. We are strong
Old, oak, old poet in your sixties
One singing, one listening as you burst
Into green leaf at Imbolc. It is said
The poet can interpret his own heart.
Good. It is you who are heart and head
Alike. O heart at ease in Gortin Glen

4. The Lament for Art O’Leary

       by Eileen Dubh O’Connell

All alone, by the wave-washed pebble,
He spends his lone life as he can,
And the themes of his lonely meditation
Is the suffering life of man.

5. Evensong

       by Francis Ledwidge

I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,
And all my memories were put away,
I saw the sun that very evening sweep
Up cloudy, and was lighter than a day,
And there were thrushes singing in a tree,
And I was happy, and the world was free.

6. The Secret Rose

       by William Butler Yeats

Far off, most secret, and inviolate
Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty.

7. From the Canticle of the Sun

       by Saint Francis of Assisi

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

8. The Light of Other Days

       by Thomas Moore

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

9. Hope

       by Maria Edgeworth

I do not know of any virtue
which I should be more unwilling
to quarrel with a friend of mine
than that of hope.

Irish Poems about Family

Irish poems about family celebrate the bonds that unite generations. These verses are tributes to the close-knit Irish families, showcasing love, traditions, and shared experiences.

1. A Family Prayer

       by John Boyle O’Reilly

God bless the home where children are,
For they are angels sent from far,
To bring more love where love abides,
With all their winning ways and wiles.

God bless the home where laughter rings,
For music is the voice of kings,
And happy hearts make happy homes,
Wherever they may roam.

God bless the home where peace resides,
For there all trouble gently glides,
And angels watch with ceaseless care,
To answer every whispered prayer.

2. The Family

       by Anonymous

A family is a gift from heaven above,
A blessing to be cherished with love.
They’re the ones who are always there,
Through thick and thin, they truly care.

A family is a source of strength,
A place where love knows no length.
They’re the ones who make us laugh and cry,
And help us reach for the highest sky.

So cherish your family, near and far,
For they are the greatest treasure of all.

3. A Grandparent’s Love

       by Anonymous

A grandparent’s love is a gift so rare,
A treasure to be cherished and shared.
Their eyes sparkle with wisdom and grace,
And their hearts are filled with love’s embrace.

They’re the keepers of stories untold,
Of memories cherished, both new and old.
They’re the ones who guide us on our way,
And teach us to live life each and every day.

So cherish your grandparents, dear,
For their love is a gift beyond compare.

4. A Sibling’s Bond

       by Anonymous

A sibling’s bond is a bond so true,
A love that will see you through.
They’re the ones who know you best,
And who will always pass the test.

They’re the ones who make you laugh,
And who will catch you when you fall.
They’re the ones who will always be there,
To show you how much they care.

So cherish your siblings, dear,
For their love is a gift beyond compare.

5. My Family

       by Anonymous

My family is my strength, my rock,
My anchor in the storm.
They’re the ones who love me unconditionally,
And who always have my back.

I’m so grateful for my family,
For all the joy and love they bring.
They’re the best gift I could ever ask for.

6. The Family Circle

       by Anonymous

The family circle is a beautiful thing.
It’s a place where love and laughter ring.
It’s a place where we can always be ourselves,
And where we’re always loved, no matter what.

The family circle is a circle of strength,
Where we can always find support.
It’s a circle of love,
Where we can always find a home.

7. The Family Tree

       by Anonymous

Our family tree is a symbol of our past,
A reminder of the ones who came before.
It’s a source of pride and strength,
And a legacy we’ll cherish forevermore.

Our family tree is a living thing,
That grows with each new generation.
It’s a reminder of the bonds that tie us together,
And the love that will never fade.

8. The Family Quilt

       by Anonymous

Our family quilt is a patchwork of love,
A tapestry of memories woven with care.
Each piece tells a story,
Of the loved ones who have been there.

Our family quilt is a treasure to behold,
A reminder of the ties that bind.
It’s a symbol of our love and strength,
And a legacy we’ll leave behind.

9. The Family

       by Anonymous

A family is a gift from God,
A blessing from the sky.
They’re the ones who love us unconditionally,
And who will always be there for us.

So cherish your family, dear,
For they are your greatest treasure.

10. Those Winter Sundays

       by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

Irish Poems about Friendship

Irish poems about friendship embody the warmth and camaraderie that Ireland is known for. These verses are tributes to the enduring bonds of friendship, reflecting the Irish spirit of togetherness.

1. Friendship’s Garden

       by John Boyle O’Reilly

Friendship’s garden is a sacred spot,
Where hearts in unison entwine;
Where thoughts unfold like buds, and hopes
Expand like flowers in the shine.

Where every joy is shared and sweet,
And every sorrow meets relief;
Where truth and honor bloom, and greet
The gentle breeze with sweet belief.

Oh, sacred garden, friendship’s shrine,
Where hearts in unison entwine!

2. The Embrace of Friendship

       by Michael Mullin

Friendship’s embrace is warm and true,
A healing balm for every wound;
A gentle touch, a caring word,
A bond that’s strong and deeply found.

In friendship’s embrace, we find our peace,
A refuge from the world’s cold storm;
A place where we can be ourselves,
And know that we’re always loved and warm.

3. The Claddagh of Friendship

       by Anonymous

The Claddagh ring, a symbol true,
Of friendship’s bond, both deep and strong;
The heart, the hands, the crown above,
A love that will forever last forever long.

The heart represents our love so pure,
The hands, our friendship’s gentle clasp;
The crown, our loyalty and faith,
A bond that time can never warp.

4. The Light of Friendship

       by Padraic Colum

Friendship’s light, a beacon bright,
That guides us through the darkest night;
A guiding star that shines so clear,
To banish all our doubts and fear.

In friendship’s light, we find our way,
Through life’s winding paths and maze;
A constant flame that burns within,
To light our hearts in all our days.

5. The Comfort of Friends

       by Eavan Boland

The comfort of friends is like a balm,
That soothes the soul and heals the heart;
A warm embrace, a gentle touch,
That helps us mend when we’re torn apart.

In the company of friends, we find solace,
A refuge from the world’s harsh din;
A place where we can be ourselves,
And know that we’re never truly alone.

6. To a Friend

       by Thomas Moore

My dearest friend, my kindred soul,
How blessed I am to have you in my life;
Your friendship is a precious gift,
A treasure beyond compare, devoid of strife.

In you, I find a kindred spirit,
A trusted confidant and confidante;
Someone to share my joys and sorrows,
And walk with me through life’s every chance.

7. Friendship

       by Anonymous

Friendship is a precious gift,
A treasure beyond compare;
A bond that’s forged through shared joys,
And a love that will always care.

In friendship, we find a sanctuary,
A place where we can be ourselves;
Where we’re loved and accepted unconditionally,
And our secrets are always safe.

So cherish your friendships, dear,
For they are a gift beyond compare;
And know that you are truly blessed,
To have such treasures in your life to share.

8. The Gift of Friendship

       by Anonymous

Friendship is a gift so rare,
A treasure to be cherished with care.
It’s a bond that’s strong and true,
A love that will always see you through.

In friendship, we find support and strength,
A shoulder to cry on and a hand to lend.
We find laughter and joy,
And memories that will never be destroyed.

So be grateful for your friends, dear,
And hold them close to your heart.
For they are the ones who make life worth living,
And who will never tear you apart.

9. Friends

       by Anonymous

Friends are the sunshine of life,
They brighten up our darkest days.
They’re the stars that light our way,
And guide us through life’s winding maze.

Friends are the ones who make us laugh,
And wipe away our tears.
They’re the ones who are always there,
Through all of life’s ups and downs.

So cherish your friends, dear,
For they are the greatest gift of all.

10. Friendship

       by Oliver Goldsmith

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays
The pleasing game of interchanging praise;
Where each assenting heart receives the band,
And all is cordiality and bland.

11. The Cotter’s Saturday Night

       by Robert Burns

Then homeward all take off their several way;
The youngling cottagers retire to rest:
The parent-pair their secret homage pay,
And proffer up to Heaven the warm request,
That He who stills the raven’s clam’rous nest,
And decks the lily fair in flow’ry pride,
Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best,
For them and for their little ones provide;
But chiefly, in their hearts, with grace divine preside.

12. The Bell from Europe

       by John Montague

He is old now, almost lost
Among the throng of new faces
Who work the fields he worked, and soon
He will be lost

13. Childhood

       by John Montague

One evening all our lives we stood on the hill
Watching mother, a tawny shadow, remove
A pot of potatoes from the boiling
Heaps. She placed them on a plate and handed
It around.

14. Fifteen

       by Paul Muldoon

I remember them taking our photograph.
There we were, hanging, all
happy to be

15. That the Science of Cartography Is Limited

       by Eavan Boland

—How do we begin? The ground is grey.
This is a landscape I have never seen:
I think there are mountains and plateaus.
Now I will follow the contour of a map
from when he learned to write.

16. The Fisherman

       by W.B. Yeats

Although I can see him still –
The freckled man who goes
To a grey place on a hill
In grey Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies –
It’s long since I began
To call up to the eyes
This wise and simple man.

17. Wheels within Wheels

       by Eavan Boland

I still wake sometimes to the vibration of the wheel
and the click of a bodkin
sifting its story
like a wheel within a wheel,
a circle of bones and the tune it has taken
of roads to travel and dangers.
As a girl I heard it
as a note of one
in tune, for a second.

18. At the Door

       by Paul Durcan

In the bleak of winter when all is gone
And I’ve nowhere to go
But the open road, on and on –
Friend of my soul, my faith, my faith is low.

19. The Bond

       by Patrick Kavanagh

We were two medical students,
Young, eager, and thrilled
With our first exposure to surgery,
And all its mystique and power.

But little did we realize
That life was to sever
Our bond of friendship forever,
In a hospital far from home.

Years passed; each went his way,
One to fame, wealth, and glory,
While I plodded on, day by day,
Just making ends meet, story.

Then came a moment, years later,
When I saw him again,
A renowned surgeon now,
With a worldwide reputation.

He looked at me, startled,
As though he didn’t recognize me,
Until suddenly, a light broke,
And he rushed towards me, crying,

“My dear old friend,” he said,
“How good to see you!” And we hugged
Like long-lost brothers who’d found
Each other once more.

For in that moment, we knew
All past jealousy and envy
Had faded away, and true
Friendship remained, pure and simple.

So here’s to friendship,
A bond that never dies,
Even when distance separates us,
Or different paths we choose.

It withstands the test of time,
Endures through joy and sorrow,
And remains a constant presence
Through every tomorrow.

20. A Pagan

       by William Butler Yeats

I am a pagan, no doubt,
Worshipping old gods,
Their altars decked with flowers,
Smoke wreathing the skies.

I find solace in their company,
Comfort in their strength,
For they remind me of my childhood,
Of innocence and length.

Their stories, myths, and legends
Live on in my heart,
Reminding me of magic,
That once we used to play a part.

Oh, how I cherish those memories,
Those moments of pure bliss,
When the world seemed full of wonder,
And life was a gift.

But amidst these ancient rituals,
I find myself often thinking,
Of friends, dear friends, who share
This path I’m constantly linking.

Together we celebrate festivals,
Dance under starry skies,
Feast, sing, and laugh together,
United in our surprise.

For in this fellowship of friendship,
We find strength and support,
A bond that transcends mere words,
An unbreakable cord.

So here’s to the old gods,
Who bring us joy and peace,
And to the friends who stand beside us,
In times of happiness and release.

May our friendship continue,
As long as sun and moon endure,
A flame that burns brightly,
A bond that will forever ensure.

Final Thoughts

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