Best Leprechaun Poems

There was once an elf who learnt how to brew
a full-bodied beer and cook Irish stew.
He mixed them both together
with whisky for good measure.
When BANG went the pot a tantrum he threw!

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Green Attired Leprechaun

Rascal Leprechauns, how they love to tease.
They play tricks on you, then hide behind trees.
After working hard making shoes all day
They love to sing, and dance the night away.

These wee folks always wear the color green
For in the thick forest they can't be...

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There once was an old elf from Sweden
who envisioned Ireland as Eden.
He made the trip west
and in a gold chest
found shoemakers’ tools to succeed in.

written March 29, 2017...

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Through my window I watched it float gracefully by
An eloquent specimen, a rare butterfly
Wings painted black and the brightest of green
The most breathtaking creature I ever had seen

It flew to the forest in a zig-zagging line
And landed to rest on the bark of a pine
Flushed...

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When a leprechaun tightly I caught,
I was hoping for gold in a pot.
But that trickster escaped.
At my hands I just gaped.
His wee britches were all that I got....

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As a child
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Little Leprechaun 
Abab Iambic T

a mischief, laden Irish elf
of Irish men quite bold
one collects, inspects, golden gifts
the  bantam weight of gold

a legend bold of many told
the phantom thrills of chase
the race in sight of shining gold   
is  thither yon, the place

the...

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There once was a little leprechaun
who was short, very tricky and green
No one could catch this leprechaun
for, he was seldom ever seen

He played a magical wooden flute
that, at times would fill the air
You could sometimes hear the music he played
even though he was not there

They...

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One dark dreary night while happily drinkin’ up a big big storm,
I beheld a tiny green man in my bottle, oh!—not the norm.

He’s my tiny green man in my Irish whiskey bottle.
He’s my Leprechaun with whom I’d like to drink a pottle.

He’s the man with...

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Lenny the leprechaun was addicted to **** 
He watched every day on the internet 
Then he'd sleep from dusk to dawn 
Having dreams he couldn't forget .

So his magic he is weaving 
He will make a Colleen of his own 
In him she'd be believing...

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My acushla,* today only kiss 
this cute Leprechaun with drunken lips!
I drink lots of green beer,
sit next to me and cheer!
My cuishle, don't make them boo and hiss!


* acushla: darling
* cuishle: dear...

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babe
I stumbled home—
drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt
the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin
but you—your copper mane ablaze—
my wild Morrigan
a feral Celtic Faerie Queene
waging war against the wreckage.

You told me love was a lie
stitched by leprechauns
but your touch proves
there’s truth in everything
we break and rebuild.

Chased the...

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Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.

I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.

Sun starts...

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I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts, and blowhards and mean.
The things they said to put me down were evil and obscene.

A friendly cardinal named Ed saw...

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Leprechauns climbing in my chimney
Peeking at me with their red beards, waving.
Rainbow magic, sparkling my kitchen.
Making me hungry for all that I'm craving.

Shamrocks alive in my glorious pasture.
Running toward my house, none of them faster.
I roll around in my clover, loving March so.
The Seventeenth is...

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