Oh My Wild Irish Rose

Old Poems

Oh my wild Irish rose

on the shore of Dublin grows

sculpted by god, and it thus it shows

oh my wild Irish rose

for as long as the stormy wind's blow

I will always see the glow

of my wild Irish rose    

Oh other Roses may be fair

but there's nae a flower anywhere

who could ever hope to compare

to my wild Irish rose

Author's Notes/Comments: 

She is really wicked

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Marianne Chrisos's picture

very nice! :-)

Alyson Mays's picture

DAMN!!! Great poem. Wow! I am half Irish, and half Scottish. I am 24 and I have just started writing about my heritage, and about Nova Scotia. I have a lot of catching up to do! You are so talented. Beyond talented. Love, aly

Melvin Lee's picture

Hhhhhmmm....wat struck me most, is the rhyming system of this poem....it is AAAA all the way, till u pen about 'other roses that may be fair'....then it's BBB for a while before going back to AAA. Cool~!...shows wonderful cohesion and sensitivity to words ..i am impressed~!!!.Smilesz. Thanxs for sharing, Rob. Do read my 'In My Nose'...hehee....your poem reminds of me of mine.... Smilesz.

Jane's picture

Ohmigod!! This is one Kick Ass poem. I loved it!!

Ashley's picture

this is increadible! awsome gob

Edwin Robinette's picture

Very coooool poem! I enjoyed this one, nice wording and good idea!