Sharpe Poems - Poems about Sharpe

Saluting Our Heroes

...Jamaica is our island’s name,
A land blessed with so much fame.
And for the part that our heroes  did play,
We pause to reflect and salute them today.
Nanny  of the Maroons was a heroine ,true an...

Robin's Winter Song

...In the clear winter air, Robin sings
Perched on branch in hawthorn tree
Sweet melody such happiness brings
Feeling the song is just for me.

Sharpe eyed aware eyes so bright
Curious fri...

Razor Blades

...Razor blades are very sharpe 
They are hairs to shape 
For the sake of sharpness 
Trees to go to axes...

Tongue of Death

...Sounds coming from thy mouth
Bring death and destruction
It is not man that kills but the tongue
Who orders man to a war of death

Sharpe as a two edge sword once said 
How powerful a few words...

He

...He is slender he is slight
Like a razor Sharpe piece of light 
He sits no longer than a fly
His attention shoots from side to side

He never stops to take a rest
It’s of he goes to make a mess
...

The Old Mahout

...The jungle ever green destroyed 
Killing all the inhabiting elephants 
Very sharpe the bull hook 
The old Mahout...

Poor Sword

...Tear is a sword of poor,very sharpe and power.Wiping all poor’s tear come near to God certain his dear!...

Life

...State Bound 
State all the way
Way of life
Way of the day
Day to night
Day to life
Life is legit 
Life is honoring 
Honoring veterans
Honoring all people
People are crazy
People are smart
...

Celtic Woman Walk My Love

...Siúil a Run (Walk My Love) 
           Celtic Woman 


Walk Beside Me, You’ll Never Walk Alone  
		
Awakening, The Whole of The Moon	
		
Walking the  Night’ the World Falls Away	
	
Like An ...

Unaware of Charity

...In the darkness of my closet 
I lay on my back...crying
Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing
Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind
Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ear...

Autumn

...Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

Not a Moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam

More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice...

My Patriotic Self -Mourning For Jamaica

...With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A s...

Gamecocks

...Just because we wish it so, means not that it will pass;
this lesson’s one we all must learn in the Gamecock class. 
Runs my blood, it’s red and black---garnet the deepest hue,
any orange is anathema...

Death, It Is a Sad Way To Go

...Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upo...

The Hawk

...The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down,...

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