Biography of Declan O'Reilly
I always had a love for poetry. Growing up in Ireland poetry was everywhere, it was part of everyday speech. I never liked the fact it was considered high-brow, that it belonged to a certain class and that one had to be well-schooled to understand it. I don't think any poet ever wrote for a certain audience and I definitely do not either. True poetry is universal and its themes are as varied and as unique as we are. That's what makes it so special.
I have had many poems published. Mostly in newspapers but the odd one or two featuring in books.
Declan O'Reilly Poems
I felt the nails Pierce my hands, I felt the flesh being tore From my body;
Then in September When the first leaves fell, Soft and graceful, You came down
Keep me in your heart, Till I or love are gone, Then let me out Like a homeless tear,
I have fifty in my sight. Say that's one a week For fifty weeks - That's not too ambitious;
All of a sudden it lunged at me This huge black beast Growling and fiercely terrifying, Its razor sharp claws,
I tend the fields until they are ready; All day I turn over the soft soil, All day I keep the horses going steady, Now my work is almost done, my toil,
Keep me in your heart,
Till I or love are gone,
Then let me out
Like a homeless tear,
Upon your cheek,