Sorrel Poems - Poems about Sorrel

...colourful Flags of the Caribbean Flood Londons streets, Vibrations from the sound systems as they play their reggae beats smells of curry goat, and barbecued jerk chicken Fill the the air......Read More

...Between the reaching shades of tall trees copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire, ghost flames burnish the slow stealth of evening. A translucent straw-light seen only through the thumb hole of ......Read More

...the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation the fallow flaxen......Read More

...the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation as the fallow flax......Read More

...It’s that time of the year when the shimmering lights come alive. It’s Christmas time...Joy… peace and happiness in our homeland Jamaica. The smell of mom baking the fruit cake with all the ......Read More

...I Remember when days were long and all de children do is play, or how de burnin sun hot like fire and snow cone all melt away when I was jus a lad in Trinidad ......Read More

...Loved Their Coast the Most always perfect host you could hear them brag and boast loved their coast the most around waves (rock) would curl at the same time it did whirl see it start to swi......Read More

..."You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.” A gentle mist billows above the man-made pond that spawns a rippling sorrel-dusky brook that ebbs and widens as it beco......Read More

...In the midst of fiery crises I miss cool, shady oases O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water revive my land to evergreen O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem? O, white-feather, flaunt......Read More

...There's crimson on the trees, And gold against the blue. Clouds float across the sky, Above the colored roof. The green still hangs on pines, Though winter pulls leaves down. Trample them, st......Read More

...A lone Nile felucca threads a path through a sorrel haze. Morning tea outside the Winter Palace. A Turkish cigarette mulling my wine. The waiter is Nubian. He whistles a Cairo melody as he sweeps......Read More

...Philosophy: A Bird has wings, so do You... The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves- they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of light umber awash in an October apr......Read More

...The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves- they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of a light grey storm- cloud awash in an October apricot- gold sunset. The dead l......Read More

...Her hair, blonde, is twisted in the wind. The whipping strands are the colors of the shinning cropland by which she is standing. She is alone by this golden feed that is bounteous; wholesome ......Read More

...If I were to stray from the straight road, meander along twisted olden paths let me not see an ordered place like some new grown garden designed by some modern nursery to whom you must pay a ......Read More