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").

The Poem

There is a poem in a bookand every time I read it,this poem just brings me to tears.I have read it many timesduring my growing years.I have kept it..

© Sylvia Spencer

Togetherness

Here we are together, down lifes beaten track,so we had to make the best of it,because there was no going back.It started with a certificate,which..

© Sylvia Spencer

Where Have All The Children Gone

When your children grow up, and they flee the nestThey go away with no thoughts, but their plans that are plenty.They say they will keep in touch..

© Sylvia Spencer

My Shadow

I have a little friend who I always see.He sometimes darts about but he's alwaysthere for me.Sometimes I lose him and he is gone for aweek; but..

© Sylvia Spencer

Passages

Let's just close the door and see what lies a head,Is there a passage, that is dark and dreary,one that makes your mind wanderand your thoughts..

© Sylvia Spencer

Dawn Of Spring

Winter's now gone, so pull up a sleeve.Springs now arrived with new air to breath.Forget the berries and the fallen leavessnow upon mountains and the..

© Sylvia Spencer

An Ageing Teddy Bear

Upon the shelf sat my old Teddy Bearlooking quite sad and in need of repair.He never had a name, I just called him Tedhim with one eye and no ears on..

© Sylvia Spencer

Mr Bling

Now Mr Blining did a stupid thinghe went and bought a big gold ring.The size of this ring was like an old crownoh' how it weighed him down.Everywhere..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Misplaced Letter

This poem is about a letter,one that was posted through a door,and somehow it got pushed,under the carpet on the floor.Many years past before it came..

© Sylvia Spencer

Is There A Key To Be Found

Many years I have travelled,around Englands country green.I have climbed many mountains,with views that are serene.I have sailed across the ocean,in..

© Sylvia Spencer

Alias Arthur

You say your name is Arthur,is that really true.I have heard lots of storiesso can this really be you.To be a good aliasyou have to have a good..

© Sylvia Spencer

Twilight

The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the dailyflowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a fallingcrown to make way for the moon with that..

© Sylvia Spencer

Friendly Harbours

We all need somewhere to go,when things get out of hand,and it makes us feel a lot better,when we hear the striking of a band.We all need somewhere..

© Sylvia Spencer

Had I Been Here Before

I woke up one morning, there was mist on the moor,then I got this feeling, that I had been here before.Could I find a happy answer, to what I was..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Knight In Shining Armour

An old brass Knight sits upon a shelfHe has no companion only himself.His shield is the proud owner of theFleur De Lys, but I wonder in real lifeif..

© Sylvia Spencer

Dust

From his shoes he shook the Dust,from a world he could not trust.His rugged road had a hairpin bend,but now he could see light at the end.He kept the..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Girly Tale

I sat in a cafe an ate a cake I knew I had toobecause I was getting as thin as a rake.'As thin as a rake' my Mother said if you don'teat more you..

© Sylvia Spencer

A View Across The Skyline

A view across the skyline where there are buildingstall and wide, but gone are two of them that stoodside by side.A view across the skyline the..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Guided Tour.

I was once full of chivalry but now I am neglectedas my heart breaks over the land I protected.In my prime I was as nobel as a king but now I amjust..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Date For Your Diary

It happens on the night of halloween the night that witchescan be seen. The one and only night of the year that we liketo dress up in ghoulish gear...

© Sylvia Spencer

A Large Chunk Of Disapearance

There is a little Post Office that lives down the laneit's threatened with closure, as many are the same.The rural post office a rare sight to be..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Case Of Domestic Violence

Her beauty was beyond compare but her heart was full of despair,she loved her husband and there was no other, but she never knewhe had a secret..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Bright Sunny Day

Please forgive me if this rhyme does not reasonThen it could just be I am suffering because of thisrainy season. I often wonder why the sun has lost..

© Sylvia Spencer

Patience

Behind the Hebe, sits me the big black cat.I have been sitting here for hours and my mistressis saying ' why is he doing that; he has a lot of..

© Sylvia Spencer

Death Of A Cabin Boy

The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knewI did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waveswere so high that they almost..

© Sylvia Spencer