Echoes of Hibernia: An Ode to the Irish Spirit

In the lilting brogue of Irish shores, I'll weave a verse for thee,
A paean to the emerald isle, where hearts roam bold and free.
Oh, Éire, your rolling hills and bogs, they call your kin to stand,
To mind the roots that bind us to our dear and sacred land.

Your cliffs have faced the battering waves, your castles touched the clouds,
Your stories deep as oceans, your music fierce and loud.
‘Tis in the pubs and firesides, the craic is spun and told,
In Gaeilge or in English, your tales of old unfold.

Hold fast to your fiddles, your reels and jigs so spry,
Let them echo through the valleys, ‘neath the vast, unending sky.
With every pint and ballad, in the snug's embrace we find,
The soul of old Hibernia, and the kinship of our kind.

So stand, ye sons of Ireland, with a rebel's pride in heart,
For the land that bore you bravely, and set you well apart.
May your days be filled with laughter, your nights with songs to sing,
In the land of saints and scholars, may you let your freedom ring.

For the shamrock endures, wild and untamed by rule,
And the spirit of the Irish, it's no one's bloody fool.
Stand tall for your faith, in the green of your homeland,
For the world will know our story, and the will of Ireland's hand.

About this poem

"Echoes of Hibernia: An Ode to the Irish Spirit" is a heartfelt tribute to Ireland, capturing the essence of its landscapes, culture, and indomitable spirit. The poem begins with a melodious homage to Ireland, highlighting the vivid beauty of its emerald landscapes and the freedom inherent in its nature. It celebrates Ireland's rich history, from its rugged cliffs and ancient castles to the profound depth of its stories and the vibrancy of its music. The poem then delves into the Irish way of life, portraying the warmth and camaraderie found in pubs and by firesides, where tales and laughter are shared in both Irish and English. Traditional Irish music, with its lively fiddles, reels, and jigs, is depicted as the heartbeat of the valleys, symbolizing the joy and unity of the Irish people. In its latter verses, the poem adopts a tone of proud defiance, urging the sons of Ireland to stand tall with rebel pride. It speaks to the enduring strength and unique character of t 

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Written on November 29, 2023

Submitted by D3M4R1S on November 29, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,240
Words 256
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Michael DeMaris

I am a 39-year-old poet whose journey with words began in childhood. As a husband and father, my poetry often explores themes of love and family, weaving the intricacies of daily life into my verses. My experience as a veteran deeply influences my work, bringing a perspective shaped by discipline and resilience. In my professional life as a cryptocurrency expert, I find inspiration in the intersection of technology and human experience. My poems are a reflection of my life’s journey, blending the personal, the profound, and the pioneering. more…

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  • susan.brumel
    It tells a lovely story of the Irish spirit, with a lilting cadence and nice rhyme. The descriptions of the culture and countryside are very enjoyable to read. Well done!
    LikeReply 16 months ago
  • Chrissy.
    Ireland is rapidly changing, the past 20 years have gradually brought changes but these last few years irelands hardly recognisable. I hope our countrymen see that we are losing our homeland and do rise to reclaim her from the invading hordes trampling on irish culture and race demanding multi culturalism and diversity. I hope we kick these money hungry companies out that steal our farmers land, i hope we hang these pansy politicians, who dont understand slagging and are so insecure and guilty about their behaviour that they bring in the most tyrannical hate speech laws the worlds ever heard of. So much corruption at every turn. Trying to keep our souls down. 
    LikeReply 16 months ago


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