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").
Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Rose)
Eyes drawn to Gaze upon the rose,Green stem armed spitefully with thorn.Sweet Apricot that pales too soon,light petal drop that time will mourn.As..
© Ann Beard
The Green Hills Of Drury
The city of Auckland its roads spreading wide,twisting and winding like webs from a spider.Maori descendents spread culture and pride,while..
© Ann Beard
Fast Asleep.
When all the world is fast asleepand only sounds of breathingride moonbeams in the air.Many ancient souls awakenfloat above the hearts of loversslip..
© Ann Beard
Love Gone Love Gone.
Even In sleep the old man weeps,his heartbeat a throb, love gone - love gone.Each moment too long since he held her tight,swaying heart to cheek to..
© Ann Beard
Degree Of Fear
To some degree found everywhere,affecting the most tender heart.fear of the unknown sent to scare,This instinct of which we are part.Fear hides..
© Ann Beard
Dear Friend
You had travelled so far, but I couldn’t wait,to share doubts, in my last conscious hour.Such grief is my gift to the man that I loveI am certain to..
© Ann Beard
Two Way Profound.
If I close my eyes and caress my skin,I can separate host from the soul within.Curling gentle fingers around my arm,I untangle myself from discomfort..
© Ann Beard
Two Shades Of Green
The room has a carpet in two shades of green,Its a place to be more,much more, than is seenCrystal splinters like glass light up hazel eyes.Granny..
© Ann Beard
A Jacaranda Tree.
A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say,Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today.forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of..
© Ann Beard
The Winds Of Borrowed Time
As darkness falls I drift towards a warm drowsy state,and slumber vows to suffocate all darkest fears of fate.My mind releases from all bonds of..
© Ann Beard
Come Close.
Come close. I will show you my heart.do not fret if you feel me shiver.of all that is human the most fragile part.it will ripple and gush like a..
© Ann Beard
I Never Saw Her Cry.
She did not shed a single tear,the weeks that she lay dying.No pain was felt to feed her fearthe morphine soaked up every tearI never saw her..
© Ann Beard
One Candle.
One candle offers ample lighttwo candles flicker twice as brightBut if a draft plucks one in spite,one candle lives to mourn the night.Roan Jan 2009
© Ann Beard
Between Walls Of Pale Lilac.
Between walls of pale lilac she lay,her body contracting as if to give birth.But instead of a child at the end of the dayHer soul fought the ties..
© Ann Beard
As I Used To Be.
A sombre day made only for reflection,every second lasts the longest hour.My mind a trap for kindest momentsis a garden full of every kind of..
© Ann Beard
A Lady With Cake.
I have been here before so I know the wayIt is down the corridor third on the right.The door is wide open, I pause to observethe harshness of time..
© Ann Beard
A Letter To My Dad
If I could write a letter to my Dad.I’d ask him, are you watching over me?Seeing through my eyes the life, I’ve had.Translating all the worldly..
© Ann Beard
First Love
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.“I would like to try” the words came out..
© Ann Beard
Mother Teresa With A Beard
On his E.I.B. radio show……,Rush said today……,That now that he’s releasing……,The UK hostages……,Our world thinks….,That Ahmadinejad…..,(The Iranian..
© Trade Martin
The Image Of Christmas
The Image Of Christmas….,Is a beautiful one……,It brings out the joy…..,In everyone……,Lovely visions everywhere….,And all the dreams…..,That lovers..
© Trade Martin
All Kooked Up
Please leave me alone….,My head is All Kooked Up….,Some are spooked out….,Well I’m All Kooked Up….,Can’t hold me down…..,While I’m All Kooked..
© Trade Martin
Love Is A Train
Riding on a emotional track…..,With deep feelings in its heart….,Love Is A Train……,It keeps moving forward…..,Since it first get its start…..,Love Is..
© Trade Martin
The Problem Was You
The Problem Was You….,And it still is you…..,You never cared…..,What happened down the line….,Now you criticize others…..,For what you couldn’t..
© Trade Martin