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Happy St. Patrick's Day

ThePoetcastProject
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem for St. Patrick's Day

The March show (episode 11) is coming up folks, and we would like to again offer up the hallowed end spot of the show to feature your poetry on the podcast. The podcast goes out on multiple platforms including Spotify and Apple Podcasts, so it’s great exposure.


If you've not heard the podcast yet you can listen to past episodes here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/podcasts/


It is the month of St. Patrick where the Shamrock is thriving and the Chicago River runs green, so we are asking you to write a poem about St. Patrick's day and what it means to you personally, any format is welcome.  ☘️

Obviously we would really love if you would be able to read and record the poem yourself for us, but please do not feel pressured. We (or a member of the reading team currently being formed) will be able to read the poem out for you if you don't want too. We understand.

Need help with creating a video? Head on over to The Loud-Speaker poetry group for help and advice on your audio / video submissions: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/loud-speaker-poetry/discussion/

Rules

*You have two weeks
* New poems only
* Audio / video / songs accepted
* Up to 2 entries per shamrock
* No extreme content / extreme erotica / a little swearing is fine.
* Winner agrees to have their poem read on The Poetcast Project March podcast. This is also shared on our Facebook & Twitter pages.
* No word count, just don't go mad
* Any questions, please feel free to ask.

Good luck!

-TPP

Phantom2426
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ST. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day
Is coming
Holiday for drinking
Green beer, Meeting Women
Wearing Green Clothing
If you don't wear green
You ge t pinched
But I wouldn't mind
getting pinched by a woman
because she might be my
Feisty Match
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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Phantom2426
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Francisco J Vera
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Luck of the Irish

ST Patrick's Day is
The holiday where you
Eat Irish food and drink
Green beer and have a
Shamrock shake and
always wanting to
find your "pot of gold"
to hold onto forever
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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MadameLavender
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DROP-KICKIN' BOSTON

(to the tune of “Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced”)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Yg8MuaWMT0


I’m drivin’ down Storrow,
and Kneeland and Stuart,
and Morrissey Boulevard, too—

I can’t help but wonder
where are all the colors;
‘cause everything’s green and not blue!

So hail—Dropkick Murphy’s!
You’ve sold out another fine show!
We rock and we roll,
your accordion goes,
on with another punk tune!


The Winter Hill Gang
is a dog of the past
but Southie still wears scars, like new.

There are bars full of craic
for the tall tales we make,
and we shout “Hey Saint Paddy’s Day!” too.


So hail—Dropkick Murphy’s!
You’ve sold out another fine show!
We rock and we roll,
your accordion goes,
on with another punk tune!


So when you’re in Boston
before the trees blossom—
go walk where the cold winds once blew,

and harken to stories
of someone’s green glory;
the shamrocks are long overdue!

So hail—Dropkick Murphy’s!
You’ve sold out another fine show!
We rock and we roll,
your accordion goes,
on with another punk tune!


Jade-Pandora
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Was It The Dublin Coddle☘️

( going out on a Limerick )
  
 
There once was a copper named Bart  
‘Twas famous the way he could fart,  
Locals thought it obscene  
How he’d pile on the beans,  
The crowd all said ‘He must be smart!’  
   
He seemed to be bless’d from the start  
Bart turned pooting into an art,  
So on St Paddy’s Day  
We were happy and gay,  
A party there’d be a la carte.  
   
The town planners made it a gift  
And foot the bill due to the thrift,  
All the ladies would make  
Shepherd’s pie, Coddle bake,  
Men making green beer on each shift.  
 
Plus slabs of corn beef, veggies too  
And stock pots filled with mutton stew,  
The cabbage and butter  
Will make a tum flutter,  
Thus filling up on much ado.  
 
And after Bart toasted the dell  
With Bailey’s that had him feel swell,  
He kept drinking a bit  
Then fell down in a fit,  
Rolled over and didn’t look well.  
 
He felt like he’d swallowed two bricks  
The food, beer and wine didn’t mix,  
Crawled on both hands & knees  
Even begged for green cheese,  
The crowd only nodded,  
transfixed.  
 
Then heard a sound as if from Hell  
Bart tried not to give out a yell,  
So they couldn’t believe  
There was nothing to see,  
The only thing though was a smell!  
 
And up from the crowd came a shout  
They knew Bart had figured it out,  
For technique passing wind  
You can tell when he grinned,  
This called for green lager or stout!      
 
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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ClassyBird
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Montserrat The Emerald Isle

Sweet little Caribbean vibe,    
Rich with pride  
From cassava bread
to coconut dumplings  
Beautiful Emerald Isle    
   
Watched Soufriere Hills volcano kiss the sky  
She ruptured, fire  before our eyes,  
Ocean floor to shoreline,    
Preserve this land which is mine,    
Reducing pollution,  
Recycling debris    
Protecting this Emerald City  
   
Steel-pan drumming,    
Masqueraders parading    
The street's festivity,  
Such freedom exude    
As culture expressed by  
The local dances and dress  
Need I mention the food  
   
This land that nurtures  
It's people and creatures  
We show our gratitude.  
Our animals are our gems    
We must respect them,    
Mountain chicken down to hen.  
   
There is history in this island    
It's history we embrace,  
tracing back to slavery and the ancient days.  
The land we stand on is a blessed land    
and so  
I can proudly say,  
Montserrat is Paradise    
and so it shall stay.  
 
Written by ClassyBird
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slipalong
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I`ll lead the way

Put down your cares, and merry make  
raise a tot without delay  
springs verdance of three petals splayed  
rejoice it is, St Patrick's day  

Now hear the fiddles scraping bow  
bodhran beating its drum roll  
old folk songs aired, with voices raised  
rejoice it is St Patrick's day  
 
All leprechauns will cease mischief  
and fairies dance in wood and field  
good fortune come if they behave  
as they rejoice, St Patrick's day  
 
For his words that filled the heart  
to save a nation torn apart  
that Christian ways were his forte  
March 17th St Patrick's day  
 
Do I hear a cheiligh start, a Celtic band  
the stamping feet and clapping hands  
each one with a glass of stout, none stood aloof  
toast St Patrick's Health, we'll raise the roof  
 
Come follow me, I'll lead the way  
on street or road, with banner raised  
for that beneficence his life conveyed  
celebrate with me, on St Patrick's day  
 
Shine greener field its shamrock cut  
the craic of friends and friendly folk  
mountains of Mourne in sun and storm  
St Patrick's day baptised, and we reborn
Written by slipalong
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Blackwolf
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Aye Curse The Day !

I Would Rather Be Cuttin' Me Peat Into Ricks

Than Doin' Anythin' To Please So Said Patrick

Some Call Him A Saint , Yet I Call Him A Sinner

I Give Me Food To Swine Than Bless His Dinner

One Who Walked Our Land , To Take It Over

Bless Our Triple Goddess With Three Leaf Clover

Bless Our Land And The Faery Held Deep Within

Bless Our Departed Ancestors And All Our Living Kin

Yet For One Who Stole Our Land In Name Of His God

I Curse Him And Any Who Walk In The Steps He Trod
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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lepperochan
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Dear Wales
we've learned our lesson
please make it stop

Gg78
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One leprechaun a day keeps the brits away
They smell of sweet tea and crumpets
we don’t have that here
Nor do we want it 😂

Miss_Sub
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Gg78 said:One leprechaun a day keeps the brits away
They smell of sweet tea and crumpets
we don’t have that here
Nor do we want it 😂


Holy crap, Gg is back. Hey that rhymes.

Gg78
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Lol It sure did . I always end up back. Good to see you all are still around

Miss_Sub
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Gg78 said:Lol It sure did . I always end up back. Good to see you all are still around

Haha. Yeah, some of us are still holding the fort.

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Miss_Sub said:

Haha. Yeah, some of us are still holding the fort.


Writing while intoxicated.
Should it be suppressed
or encouraged?

Miss_Sub
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Kinkpoet said:

Writing while intoxicated.
Should it be suppressed
or encouraged?


Wrong thread Dude.

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