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").
A Fancy Bonnet
Sally wore an Easter Bonnet but it had no frills upon it.It was of pure white cotton with a bow under her chin, andher thoughts of Easter were locked..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Field To Remember
Daffodils grew in a field that I once rememberbut now it looks like a bleak field in November.You could drive down the hill and see a yellow bedbut..
© Sylvia Spencer
December
The trempreture drops and the nights are coldIt's the very last month and the years grown old.December the month full of laughter and cheerbut on the..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Nightly Noises
The nightly nioses, they start with the rain,I try to shut them out, but it's all in vain.These awful noises, they never seem to stop,they start at..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Trench
They went to war, because their country called,so proud of their uniform, as they marched off to war.They heard the guns that they were up against,as..
© Sylvia Spencer
Our Red White And Blue
Red is for danger the colour of blood.It's there on a battlefield in trenches of mud.A red cross painted on a wagon,for those that are injured and..
© Sylvia Spencer
Hidden Within Weeds
This was a mystery, you can call it a great find.When we climbed a wall and saw what was behind.The wall was about six foot tall; so I used my..
© Sylvia Spencer
Everyone Loves A Limerick
There was a hot lady from Humber.Who taught her sugar daddy how to rumba!As he moved his hipshe no doubt had his chipsand became the mortuary's next..
© Sylvia Spencer
Dreams
Dreams can paint a portrait of who you want to be;but only you can enter the gallery, its not for othersto see. A dream can take you on a journey to..
© Sylvia Spencer
Old Wifes Riddles
Old wifes tales are a mysterywhich started way back in history.If I wore a dress with a dropped hemlinethen mother would say 'A Stich in Time Saves..
© Sylvia Spencer
Strangers
Strangers, who are they please let them have there sayWhy, strangers who the hell are they, of course they arepeople I meet every day. I travel by..
© Sylvia Spencer
Plight Of A Stray
I was once on my own feeling sad and forlorn.My eyes were sticky and I wished I had neverbeen born. I remembered the times when I curledup on the..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Scourge Of The North Sea
There is factual story that is over fifty years old;but no poetry has ever been written and none has been told,about a catastrophic flood that shed..
© Sylvia Spencer
Two Flags To War
Young brave men, went to war,men who had neverleft their homes before.these proud young men,with heads held high,marched down the street.On their way..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Heart Remembers
The fires of youth may die awaythen sink to ashes and embers.High romantic dreams may vanish,but the heart it just remembers.The heart remembers..
© Sylvia Spencer
Beacon Light
There on a cliff was a shadow, from where I could seeit looked far away. The wind was blowing and it felt asif snow was on it's way. Upon that cliff..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Forgotton Place
How strange it is in wintertime when all the trees are bare.That's the ones in the orchard and it doesn't seem quite fair.Their boughs bend deep into..
© Sylvia Spencer
Christmas Cards
Sometimes I wonder why we get so many and some yearsI think shall I send any.Then they start coming through the door and before you knowit there's a..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Great Divide
A hot summer burns each golden day then Autumncalls with it's coat of grey. Falling leaves and windsthat are strong a mild taste of winter that can..
© Sylvia Spencer
My Neighbour's Butt
Here I stand, week in and week out just fillingup with rain water in case there's a drought.Sometimes I wonder if I have done wrongbecause I am left..
© Sylvia Spencer
Pollen Farmers
They call him busy, that industrious bee.when he goes on a pollen hunting spree.He sounds so contented making that hummingsound, so please don't..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Blackbird
A femail blackbird came into my garden to find a bite to eata worm or a slug, she was not fussy to her it was a treat;as we sat an ate our chicken..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Ode To Our Trees
Hey you standing their, with your arms into the sky.and the rest of you, standing firm on the ground.They say you are naked, in winter time.When the..
© Sylvia Spencer
Cobblestone Psalm
A cobblestone path, how pretty it can lookleading down fom the a hill to a babbling brook.Then leads into a village of old world charm..
© Sylvia Spencer
Clouds
Clouds sink down the hills, but where do they goto a white frozen land of ice and snow.Do they go to a planet far beyond this earthor do they meet..
© Sylvia Spencer