Jamaica Poems - Poems about Jamaica

My day began with mommy making beef patties all morning I helped cutting the veggies for the curry soup while sipping ginger beer I remembered the curry for her special curry goat we were preparing for her sisters to visit from Trench town my head spending day dreaming about it anything other than our family tradition...

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Look with me and behold , our island Jamaica far and wide, Embracing our motto : out of many ;one people from town to the countryside. We are a nation of great wealth in talents and abilities, And together we find ways to celebrate our achievements and face our realities. Our characters make the world a...

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Take me back to the days of old, And rich legacy that worth more than gold. It took an entire village to raise a child, Where they were free to roam and be wild. The rivers and streams were free of pollution, And the white sand beaches were for the citizens of the nation. Now our people have been...

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Take me back in time so I can remember it all, When as a great nation we bravely stood tall. We fought with all our might to gain independence, And did so with pride and much resilience. The fighting spirit of Nanny must be kept alive, And the boldness of our heroes will help us survive. As we rise...

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Plucky Jamaica shocks the Copa America winners, Brazil, in a scoreless draw that propels the Reggae Girlz to the knockout stage for the first time in only their second Women’s World Cup, and with only one goal in Group stage. Contrast that with Brazil’s first group-stage exit since the 1995 World Cup. Not...

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On his table of Formica, A once ardent Christian Micah Drops reggae from Jamaica; Newly, Peter Tosh’s great liker No more Soulless Demons’ Striker: Paul in Thessalonica… For ten years in America, Eyes on the female Hitch hiker, Mid-course rides turning her liker! Have you been to Madagascar? I’d had to and lasted The Scar…” The First, we’ve heard, shall be...

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The beacons of Caribbean ray Made sunlight spins across this hot day The heat arrives again between lush trees Shedding their plump clothes leaves. With dangling fruits on the branches Bikes dance fluently around the hills. Up through little towns and even villages Part of the parishes looks like dishes. Summer in jamaica wearing a grin with flashes of...

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There is no place like home I represent the black, green and gold. Out of many, we are one people, driven to succeed Global excellence is our only mission to achieve. Reggae and dancehall are the rhythm and beat in our feet Only champions are born here Marley, Louise Bennett and...

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I Walk into Bobby Department Store And I yelled where are the Jamaican and Barbadian at? This might sound a little weird to most, however, it’s that time of the year, when all the languages and the dialect merges follow by the real country accent of them original place Plus, some rudeness as their form long waiting lines But to...

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Smithsonian Folkways Catalogue #709-300-25. RASTA WEDDING VOWS Gunna pledge mi soul an body in di spirit uh di trut. Gunna stan an mek a promise an delivah u da proof. Mi seh nevah gunna evah turn u loose. Gunna free u frum di darkniss for to bade u wid a lite. Usin’ bot mi han tugedda – gunna really do it...

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Everything will be alright even when it does not feel right as long as we have each other and believe in something greater Living life in Jamaica I don’t have a care in the world laying on your chest listening to your heart beat You don’t have a care in the world when you are next to...

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Jammed some fun into one day Aboard kayaks, paddling play Mangroves, stingless jelly fish And in my head, a hand itched In beats, a beach reggae-tunes Crashing waves upon the dunes As curling smiles seemed to mock Monster cruiser at the dock Yellow sun did set too fast Dashing night on anchor cast Awhirl the sea’s brooding deep Yesterdays pile on the keep (9/12/2020: '04 Carver 420...

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The Jamaica surge that rises above the Jamaican birds. Their goes ya mon who relaxes under the deep bright son. The moon then comes out which brings out the Jamaican melody that blooms. Their is a reggae spirit that softens up the most saddest heart with peaceful water that slowly drips. The inner man...

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Jammin' in Jamaica Driving my DeSoto Being pursued by My foe Quasimodo Lying on the dash is The missing person photo When my phone rings I hear "Hello Moto!" (Chorus) I don't have to work When I'm in my pajamas Acting like a jerk When I'm in the Bahamas Really go berserk When I'm feeding my llamas We all go to pieces When we’re talkin' to our mommas Jammin' in Jamaicaaaa... Jammin'...

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I stand here in my innocence Not knowing what is planned in heaven The skies are grey the wind is still and The heavy sound system is blasting on the hill I could not tell what it was all about Until I hear the DJs start to shout It is a rhythm that is common to every man Even if you don’t...

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