Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Memory Is A Cheating Thing

Memory is a cheating thing-It only strives to please,And over bitter clouds createsA shimmer to deceive.Memory is a kindly thing-It drops curtains on..

© Adeline Foster

~home Is

~ Home IsIn all the lands I've traveled,The places I have been,Each man thinks his own landIs the best he's ever seen.For the man born in the..

© Adeline Foster

~ O Dearest Love *

~ O Dearest LoveO Dearest LoveWherever you are walkingMy heart is there,My dreams are by your side.Since you've been goneThe sun no longer risesIn..

© Adeline Foster

^ We The Unencumbered

^ We The UnencumberedTattered misfits, we are called,We ask not hate nor love;Survival is our handbookStitched with suspicion's glove.....We the..

© Adeline Foster

~ Brush Strokes

~ Brush StrokesA poet needs a model,As sure as artist's brush.We need not pay commission,For the world will sit for us.Our tools are simple and..

© Adeline Foster

Who Am I

~ Who Am IAll of the words I want to saySome other poet has saidIn such a stupendously marvelous wayThat they just cry out to be read.So many..

© Adeline Foster

Bloom Of Youth

The Bloom Of YouthYour day will come little girl, little girl,Be patient today and tomorrow.Sip gently the nectar of awakening love,Deep drafts are..

© Adeline Foster

~if There Be No God

~ If There Be No GodIf there be no God,Then all the stars, that in their placeHave aeons roamed abroad,Would long ago have lost the traceOf orbits-if..

© Adeline Foster

The Reunion

I stared at the envelope time, time againit had lain on the mantle for almost a week.Temptation to journey back forty years,to remember naivety ..

© Ann Beard

Dear Toetoe (Nz Tall Feathery Grass)

Dear Toetoe, can you hear me,roots in sand, beside the sea.No discontent, nor thought of gain,just shy white fronds blown prettily.A penchant for the..

© Ann Beard

A Mask.

A mask is something we all wearto hide the frightened child inside.We fear one day the mask will tear,and take away our place to hide."What then, " a..

© Ann Beard

The Passing Of A Friend

Today I mourn the passing of a friendI accept that life can often be unkindShedding tears to blunt the edge of painI gently carve her likeness in my..

© Ann Beard

State Of Mind

I wonder if my state of mindSuggests that I have lived before.How many times I do not knowwhat race or creed I am unsure.Gifts donated, skills..

© Ann Beard

The Kahawai(KahawaikɑːhəˌWaɪ)

The kahawai when dragged from the waterIs left on the beach to dieA child is distressed by its threshing tailThe fishermen turn a blind eye.As though..

© Ann Beard

Time The Seeker Of Perfection.

Time was born the seeker of perfection.the father of all beauty, soft of heart.passing over years,soiled by rejectionweeping for the creatures torn..

© Ann Beard

The School Of Sleep

On waking from the deepest sleepI wondered, were life in reverse.If nights of sleep be school of lifeeach day a play we must rehearse.I’d have to..

© Ann Beard

The Pike River Mine.

Sensual clouds form a seal around roof topslike mile after mile of undisturbed snow.The wail of the bagpipes for twenty nine menEcho, confusion amid..

© Ann Beard

I Won, T Tell A Soul.

I know who you are,I can see in your eyesas you lean in toward me,intent to confide.Like a rain splattered window,distorts and conspiresThere is..

© Ann Beard

Inquisitive Clown. (N.Z Kea)

He is king, tip to toeof the alpine spine,where swollen snowberriescrochet, the snow line.While ice from the mountainsmelt into the seaHe swoops and..

© Ann Beard

Remember Being There

Once again shy voices, permeate the airI don’t answer, cannot make a sound.My time on earth as mortal ceased to be,but memories remain of being..

© Ann Beard

Death.

I cannot choose the seasonnor the moment I may dieBut with absolute contentmentI will find my fathers home.I cannot bare the very thought,of bidding..

© Ann Beard

The Middle Eye

Adjusting to light behind the middle eye,age, becomes a stretching of all ties.Pink shutters fall on mortal sight,as instinct beckons complex..

© Ann Beard

Not Listening

I was not listeningcould not share my,thoughts with you today.To tear my gazeaway from winter,changingin the coolest way.And even in the..

© Ann Beard

Neither I, Nor The Spider

The window is clear, the glass perfectly roundThe outline of petals appear one by one.The spider works casually moves without soundMy presence..

© Ann Beard

A Young Poet

The poetry student considers each wordhis teachers had chosen to pass his wayThe blending of styles, the touch of absurd.Make him smile at an image..

© Ann Beard