Members Who Read Most Number Of Poems

Live Scores

Click here to see the rest of the list

(18-07-1966 / Western Cape, Cape Town)

Biography of Bradley Lester

I have always wanted to express my feelings, thoughts, desires, hopes and dreams about life and people but I’ve never had any reason, or no-one really inspired me to do so, or urged me until I met a wonderful person and her three awesome, wonderful daughters. For the purpose of respecting her privacy, I will only use her First Name which is Debbie. From the first day I met her, I felt a newborn life inside of me starting to overwhelm my heart and soul with goodness and appreciation. Her bubbly, fun, motherly attributes of her personality gripped my heart with a deep feeling of someone who was warm and friendly, kind and generous, loving and concerned. All these attributes which I had so longed and yearned for she had. It was as though she had wrapped them up into a sweet scented soft cuddly present, wrapped it in the worlds shiniest pink silk paper and handed it to me. This simply blew my breath away.

Frantically I started writing poems about her and me, our talks and discussions, our laughs and tears as we entered into our new found friendship. She gave me hope and inspiration throughout our friendship in a way that was heartwarming and true.

The love that I had for her was like no other love I’d ever felt or experienced and it was mind-blowing at times. Mind-blowing just knowing that someone did care for me, someone did want to listen to me, someone confided in me, trusted me and believed in me.

As today draws to a close and tomorrow is yet to come, I will forever be grateful for what she has meant to be and if our paths never do cross again in my life’s journey, I pray and hope that someday, somehow she will stumble across these poems and if she does read some of them, I hope that they will be a comfort to her in some way and warm her heart knowing that I loved her with all my heart, soul and mind.

PoemHunter.com Updates

Missing and Wishing

Her eyes were warm and seeking
Her smile just melted my heart
Her lips were full and soft
Oh why did she us part

Her hands were soft and tender
Her voice was kind and warm
Her laugh was full and fiery
I find myself to mourn

[Hata Bildir]