Angela Wybrow

Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Angela Wybrow Poems

1. Reunited 5/30/2011
2. Remembering Misty 5/31/2011
3. Summer's Here At Last! 6/1/2011
4. A Summer Shower 6/4/2011
5. The 10k Run 6/6/2011
6. The Journey Home 6/6/2011
7. Dumped 6/7/2011
8. Summer On The South Bank 6/12/2011
9. No One Quite Like You! 6/13/2011
10. Frog Frenzy 6/15/2011
11. Darkness Falls 6/17/2011
12. The Hawk Moth 6/27/2011
13. It's Going To Be A Good Day 6/28/2011
14. Charity Shop Bear 7/12/2011
15. Dusty Springfield 7/13/2011
16. My Hero: Michael Crawford 7/20/2011
17. Press Intrusion 7/30/2011
18. Road Works 7/31/2011
19. Bbc Proms 7/31/2011
20. Christmas Carol Singalong 8/1/2011
21. At The Stage Door 8/3/2011
22. Sand Storm 8/4/2011
23. Day Dreaming 8/5/2011
24. We Love To Moan! 7/27/2011
25. Party In The Park 8/7/2011
26. Season Of Unrest 8/9/2011
27. Discovering Shakespeare 8/9/2011
28. Trouble On The Trains 8/13/2011
29. Market Day 8/14/2011
30. One Little Comment 8/15/2011
31. Steam Dreams 8/20/2011
32. The Edinburgh Military Tattoo 8/26/2011
33. Diana, Princess Of Wales Memorial Fountain 8/31/2011
34. Cold Calling 9/2/2011
35. The Storm 9/6/2011
36. New Friends (Ducks) 8/8/2011
37. One-Eyed Bear 9/16/2011
38. Kite Surfers 9/18/2011
39. Keep Talking 9/18/2011
40. Remembering 9/11: Ten Years On 9/11/2011
Best Poem of Angela Wybrow

A Headful Of Thoughts

I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!

My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.

I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!

Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...

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Ella

This is the tale of a young girl named Ella,
Who spied out the window a less fortunate fella.
She saw him there, sat down on a seat,
With no where to go and nothing to eat.

The scene she saw was far less than pretty,
And, on the poor soul, her young heart took pity.
She was inside, feeling cosy and warm -
‘A plate full of food would go down a storm, '

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