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 Christmas Cracker (One Night Only)
There is no home and the night is long, the body is weakbut the mind is strong. The weathers cold and theground is damp. no pennies in their pockets..
© Sylvia Spencer
A House For Sale
The cold blows in through the back doorthe boards creak as I walk across the floorThe windows are dusty and the walls have cracksand the passage has..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Ballad Of A Virgin Man
There was once a man who wasa good old sort but he was very nosyand he knew too much, more than heought. He lived in this world until he wasa grand..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Open Book
Sadness, sickness and family glory.This is our live's a never ending storyUp's and downs trials and error'stied up with pain, stress and..
© Sylvia Spencer
Discover The Universe In Words
The sun is a planet too hot to survive.A ball of fire that will burn you alive.Mercury the heavenly body, that orbits the sun.It's the smallest..
© Sylvia Spencer
Echoes Of Love
love can mean enchantment,roses youth and song,but what happens when the petals falland everything goes wrong.Promises of love may take you by..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Pawn
Why did you take my life by storm, wrap me up in ribbonsthen use me as a pawn. Twice you were there and twice youwent away, both times it was my life..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Little Poem Of Wisdom Part 1
Carry your'e feelings into a world unknownlet them be strong so you can find seedsthat are unknown. take destiny to where it wantsto go; but don't..
© Sylvia Spencer
London City 1850 Inspired By Duncan Wyllie
I was over come with inspiration from a poet on line.All at once the years that I lived started to decline.I was placed in a world of poverty and..
© Sylvia Spencer
Tears
little drops that fall from the eyesthey come in showers, when one cries.It's not all sorrow that brings on tears.Oh how life sheds them over the..
© Sylvia Spencer
Rosie Rosie
Rosie Rosie, sweet little Rosie,sitting in the cornerlooking far from cosy.No ribbon in her hair,no shoe's upon her feet.How on earth,does she walk..
© Sylvia Spencer
Along The Stony Track.
He came into Jerusalem,along the stony track.The man they called the Healer,riding on a donkeys back.He came into Jerusalem,children opened up there..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Touch Of Heaven
Everything was peaceful with only the sound of the breezeblowing softly through those tall pine treesOn the marsh, there was no flood like winter..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Letter To Whom
I'm sending you a letter, one that I will post today;so please will you read it and not throw it away.I have written it in black ink, to make it look..
© Sylvia Spencer
In Every Town
In every town there is a shop, one that will makeyour eye's go pop. A curio shop that has a bellon the door and there infront of you are trinkets..
© Sylvia Spencer
Harvest Time
When honeysuckle twines about the window panesand you can smell it's scent as you walk down country lanes.Once again the purple blossom hangs above..
© Sylvia Spencer
Global Warming
August rain running down the drain and it'spitter patter on the window pane.Skys painted like battle ship grey wonderingwhat has happened to the rest..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Few Words Of Wisdom
A tale of sorrow cuts through everyones lifeand to some of us it cuts deeper than a knife.Then when it comes to wisdom that blade has to be..
© Sylvia Spencer
Angels Psalm
Angels can be fast and some can be slowbut one thing is sure they are with us wherever we go.I have a cat that I love so dear and one dark night..
© Sylvia Spencer
Crooked Cats
I know of three cats that have eyes of fireand one of them likes to climb the church spire.He is a scaredy cat when mum comes a callingbecause he is..
© Sylvia Spencer
Insecurity
I throw the seeds to the birds and wonder who will come.I stand there for hours biting the nail on my thumb.Does this mean I am insecure and looking..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Prayer Of Perfection
Enable us to have the wisdomthat comes with shaping the mind.Equip us with the truth because itwill help shape our conscience.Encourage us to have..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Endless Quest
Hear a kid of today it's always the same,I am afraid to say.No goodbye or see you tomorrowit's all about them and what they can borrow.Money spent on..
© Sylvia Spencer
Percy The Pea
Percy was born on a muddy sodHe was born with five brothers thatpopped out of a pod. Now all his brotherslooked healthy and strong, but poor oldPercy..
© Sylvia Spencer
Our Car The Jam Jar
Once we had a car,that was the colour of silver grey.Now this little car, who we called our jam jar,just loved a rainy day.She would drive around for..
© Sylvia Spencer