Poems by Sharon-Elizabeth Walker

Poems by Sharon-Elizabeth Walker







Sharon-Elizabeth Walker





Loves’ Pure Dream


A touch of whispered inner self seek did I, your love to dwell.
Toss and turn my heart did take, the path of loneliness, of loss did make.
Searching, wanderin’ each lover’s lane, did my breath,
in great anticipation held, did desperation take lifes’ key
of love, and life, Eternity.

Endless woes and lifeless limbs awaits each turn of Loves’ dream,
As dawning realisation birthed, that each singular wanderin’ search
Omits one turn, of loves; long dream, the Key to lifes’ Blessed Eternity.
Hopeful, wishful, soulful yearns now turned loves’ reaching,
with outstretched arms loves’ inner soul’s depleted search.

AS life and sight did searching, living, focus without love’s dream, dimmed
And starved Loves’ Eternal Heart avoid of sound, and judgement true.
Vision blurred avoid of sight to dear love’s path, from all life’s blight
For had another singular step be took, outstretched her lover’s lifelong hook
Would reel into her bossom breathed, and ceased her heart’s turmoiled life’s breach.

Searching up on her shores and seas of life across life’s distance,
Hath Love’s Pure Dream thrashed upon these shores of beats
Eternal hearts, rhythmicity entwined, now breathes as one, love’s life Eternal Peace
Found searching, yearning, singular in heart
Unity of Love’s Pure Dream.


© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker







With Heart In Hand, Do I Stand Tall


With heart in hand, do I stand tall?
With comrades fallen, now so small
And in the mound of earth
Beneath my feet!

With heart in hand, now I command
To all who left behind
Loved ones, young and old alike
In honour, remembered now are we!

With heart in hand, our lives stand we
If once our bodies tall
Did friends and I, stand side by side
Although my comrades fell
And left me all alone!

But now my chance, has come, at last
In full honour dwell
For now I may be crimpled,
Yet I stand so tall!

For now my shadow’s my best friend
Full military honour, I salute
To one and all, and
All for One, in Grand Salute
Do I stand so tall!

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker







He Wanders


He wanders alone and up the street
sometimes hobbling, and sometimes
He may be found weeping, discreetly,
as he recounts loves now past,
yet still he weeps.
As he wanders in every step,
filled with concerted remorse, regret…
Time has wandered passed him by,
before he reached with outstretched arms
Encircling opportunities in love,
embracing loves’ passions dreamed.
Now remembering as he wanders
along, the street watching, as with each
Opportunity now remised, his steps,
though slow, deliberate now may be,
So not now will he, lifes’ burdens
become his once heart-felt dreams.
Now in reality he breathes opportunities
as they walk, now intune with him,
As now he wanders along this street.

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker