Bill Simmons


Bill Simmons Poems

1. A Bird In The Hand (A Song) 12/12/2004
2. A Christmas Eve 11/30/2005
3. A Christmas Song 12/19/2010
4. A Fairy’s Touch 4/24/2006
5. A Heart's Lie 1/30/2005
6. A Hundred Thousand Men 8/28/2005
7. A Midnight Story 7/24/2006
8. A Million Heartbeats 11/5/2006
9. A Pale Horse 2/3/2005
10. A Poor Man 9/22/2005
11. Abandoned Love 9/22/2005
12. Above The Eagle Flies 8/5/2008
13. Alone 10/29/2006
14. Alone And Empty 11/6/2005
15. America 10/29/2006
16. Another Day 7/12/2006
17. Barren Walls 8/3/2005
18. Beneath Gray Skies 2/22/2006
19. Beneath The Christmas Tree (A Song) 12/18/2006
20. Beneath The Moon 12/12/2004
21. Beneath The Tree 6/15/2005
22. Beyond The Next Hill 9/26/2005
23. Beyond Those Mountains 4/11/2005
24. Black Top Angel 5/21/2005
25. Blowing In The Breeze 7/23/2005
26. Blue Skies 11/17/2009
27. Bluebirds Don'T Fly 11/20/2005
28. Breath Of The Heart 12/12/2004
29. Broken Tomorrow's 5/18/2005
30. Bugs Rock N Roll 2/17/2005
31. Bull Rider 12/12/2004
32. Burning Bridges 6/27/2006
33. Cab Driver 5/18/2005
34. Call Of The Whippoorwill 6/26/2005
35. Can You See Me 11/5/2006
36. Can’t Hesitate 11/26/2006
37. Can’t Swim 12/3/2006
38. Casanova 5/23/2006
39. Catalina Tears 1/29/2006
40. Christmas Eve Candlelight 12/3/2006
Best Poem of Bill Simmons

Lonesome Heart

The mighty oak I see outside
It's roots are deep and long
It will live a hundred years
And bend when winds are strong

I sometimes feel I can't go on
Losing you is hurting me
I sometimes wish late at night
I had the strength of that old tree

The days my friends they stand by me
They tend to help me through
But then at night when darkness falls
Again I'm missing you

I try to fight but strength won't come
Soon I fall apart
Then the tears fall like rain
So alone is a lonesome heart

I sometimes wish I had the strength
To pick up...

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Blowing In The Breeze

I was asked by a small child
What is love, why can't I see
I placed her on my knee and said
Why, it's blowing in the breeze

Beneath the hour glass
Beneath the stone
Where the line of life it so exist
Where memories linger on

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