Christopher Tye

Rookie - 273 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

1. The Last Chain Home Tower 5/31/2012
2. The Dying Exile 5/31/2012
3. Without Love 6/6/2012
4. If 6/7/2012
5. The Humble Snail 6/7/2012
6. 'Crye' 6/7/2012
7. When I Die 6/12/2012
8. The Old Plum Tree 6/14/2012
9. Judgement 6/14/2012
10. No Surrender 6/14/2012
11. Empires Of Sand 6/15/2012
12. The Peacock Laments 6/15/2012
13. Music & Poetry 6/20/2012
14. Without Light 6/12/2012
15. Why Hate When We Can Love 6/22/2012
16. How Many More? 6/22/2012
17. Angels 6/26/2012
18. Forever Delayed (V.1) 6/27/2012
19. Forever Delayed (V.2) 6/27/2012
20. This And That's 6/27/2012
21. Of Gods & Kings 7/7/2012
22. Tye 7/24/2012
23. The Settlement Camp 7/24/2012
24. Mr Tye's Ties 7/25/2012
25. 男性と木 9/27/2012
26. 生と死 9/27/2012
27. Life & Death 9/27/2012
28. Life Reborn 9/27/2012
29. 人生リボーン 9/27/2012
30. 人生 9/28/2012
31. The Moon And The Cherry Tree 9/28/2012
32. ザ月と桜 9/28/2012
33. Orchards In The Snow 9/28/2012
34. The Three Rulers 10/25/2012
35. Geese 10/25/2012
36. Buds, Berries And Birds 12/23/2014
37. Non Sibi Sed Patriae 12/23/2014
38. Igni Renatus 12/23/2014
39. Beans 12/24/2014
40. To 12/24/2014
Best Poem of Christopher Tye

Obsidian

Born out of the heat of volcanoes,
Nature's own glass it is so beautiful and rare,
So hard it can take an edge sharper than flint,
Yet so few of us have heard of it,
A barely known wonder of the natural world,
Yet it has uses like pumice does,
It ability to take a razor sharp edge,
Far sharper than any steel,
Gives it a useful role in surgical tools.

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The Dying Exile

The dying exile

As the exiled man lays dying in a foreign land,
His thoughts turn to his beloved homeland,
As he draws his final few breaths,
He thinks about the village where he was born,
The little house where he spent his childhood,
The school he went to and all his long-lost friends from there,
The village's little sand stone church, with its steeple reaching out trying to touch heaven,

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