Short Sharpe Poems
Short Sharpe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sharpe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sharpe by length and keyword.
Orange pumpkin sat
Upon dining room table
Sliced by long sharpe knife
"Twas spicy brown on inside
Frosting and icing cream cheese
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Contest: Single Tanka
Categories:
sharpe, food, life, seasons,
Form:
Tanka
A night of astral castle building
This illusionist skin became sag
Dropped fleshed , Sharpe human
Abhorrently mirror transfixed
Naked in her bathroom,
The nectar calling
Dreamed spiritually with a mouth
Remembering last nights sleep
Mother made with love
Daisies in Jell-O, militia told to eat
Sickening me with pedal-taste
Categories:
sharpe, introspection
Form:
Free verse
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 ears
Cold Sharpe knife prickes my already damaged skin
My closed eyes pop open
The knifes drops to the floor immediately
The front door opened
...mom came home
I didn't cut that night
Thanks mom.
Categories:
sharpe, butterfly, emotions, mother, thanks,
Form:
I do not know?
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;
The taste of wax on your lips,
A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, out steps as slow
As if we must tread water,
You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.
(for Carl Sharpe)
Categories:
sharpe, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
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 can be
We follow like sheep to be Slaughtered
Through words and the stroke of a pen
The tongue is a weapon we all have
Some use it with kindness others kill
Spit out your words wisely with love
Use them with kindness not death
Categories:
sharpe, wisdom, words,
Form:
Free verse
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 friend shows me no fear
Red-breasted robin joyful sight
Garden constant throughout the year.
Pleasure gained is my reward
Sight of winter tranquility
Hawthorn tree does daily afford
Moments of nature's simplicity.
Pixabay image by Vinsky2002
Categories:
sharpe, nature, winter,
Form:
Rhyme