Bill Simmons


Bill Simmons Poems

161. Soaring Wings 2/22/2006
162. Soft As Rose Petals 12/12/2004
163. Soldier Coming Home (A Song) 12/12/2004
164. Sometimes To Lose 12/7/2008
165. Soul On Fire (A Song, Rock N Roll) 7/19/2006
166. Stately Mansion 12/12/2004
167. Statue Of A Woman 12/12/2004
168. Surround Me 6/26/2005
169. Tarzan (A Song) 5/23/2006
170. Tearing This House Down (A Song) 12/12/2004
171. Ten Bikinis 6/26/2005
172. Ten Thousand Women 11/20/2005
173. The Alamo 12/12/2004
174. The Ant And The Grasshopper 12/7/2008
175. The Apple 12/25/2004
176. The Beast 7/18/2005
177. The Beast On Hallows Eve 1/29/2008
178. The Coal Miners 11/5/2006
179. The Cowboy 12/12/2004
180. The Cricket 5/18/2005
181. The Crow 7/11/2005
182. The Crying Want In Me (A Song) 4/27/2008
183. The Devil's Finger 5/23/2006
184. The Dog And The Cat 3/15/2005
185. The Easter Bunny 11/18/2004
186. The Englishman And The Cowboy 5/6/2005
187. The Feather 8/3/2005
188. The Ghost.....(A Ghostly Write Of A Song) 10/20/2006
189. The Gopher 11/18/2004
190. The Guillotine 5/5/2005
191. The Gunman (A Song) 12/12/2004
192. The Hawk 11/20/2005
193. The Heart 11/8/2005
194. The Heavy Rain 11/5/2006
195. The House 12/12/2004
196. The Husband And Wife 11/18/2004
197. The Keg (A Song) 12/12/2004
198. The King’s Gold 4/25/2006
199. The Last Angel 12/14/2008
200. The Last Battle 4/6/2005
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...

Read the full of Lonesome Heart

The Riddle

He drained the tree, he chained the bird
To a platform at the trunk
And when it was he raised it high
One could hear kaplunk

And too when he raised it high
Like a kite tied to a string
The bird would begin to fly
It would wound the blasted thing

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