Danny Speicher

Rookie - 83 Points (February 26,1982 / Lawrence, KS)

Danny Speicher Poems

1. A Sonnet For A Fearful Heart 2/27/2006
2. Crimson Trails 2/27/2006
3. Dawn 3/3/2006
4. A Kyrielle Of Faith 8/17/2006
5. Restless 10/2/2006
6. Autumn Prayer 11/14/2006
7. Called 11/14/2006
8. The Leaves Are Falling 11/14/2006
9. Heroes 11/14/2006
10. Beyond 12/14/2006
11. Family Restored 12/28/2006
12. Don'T Fear The Dream 1/19/2007
13. Bittersweet Release 5/4/2007
14. One Perfect Night 5/20/2007
15. Right Then... Right There 7/2/2007
16. Sonnet Of Her Beauty 7/20/2007
17. I Haven'T The Choice 7/20/2007
18. Moonlight 6/5/2007
19. In My Life 6/5/2007
20. I Wonder If You Know 8/4/2007
21. 'Til Sunrise 9/18/2007
22. Wish You Were Here 9/18/2007
23. Unexpected 9/18/2007
24. Lost In The Mist 9/18/2007
25. Who Could Be Worthy? 9/18/2007
26. Hayley Rose 9/18/2007
27. Benji 9/18/2007
28. Never Let Me Go 10/30/2007
29. Sonnet For A Muse 10/30/2007
30. My Pretty Prima Donna 10/30/2007
31. Our First Kiss 10/30/2007
32. Unexpectedly 10/30/2007
33. What If Today? 10/30/2007
34. Mind Of Prose 10/31/2007
35. Into The Light 10/31/2007
36. The Way, The Truth, The Life 10/31/2007
37. Lord, Be With Them 11/19/2007
38. My Declaration Of Independence 11/19/2007
39. Selah 11/19/2007
40. The Light Is Shining Still 11/19/2007
Best Poem of Danny Speicher

Do You Ever Think Fondly Of Me?

Do you wake in the middle of the night
Crying, uncontrollably, desperately?
Do you cry like I cry within the night?
Oh, do you ever think fondly of me?

Do you hope, at times, this wasn't really true
Begging God for one more chance at this love?
Do you pray like I pray it wasn't true?
Oh, do you ever think fondly of me?

Do you ever dream dreams of days gone by
Of past memories shared, while your heart breaks?
Does your heart break like mine for days gone by?
Oh, do you ever think fondly of me?

Do you ever think what dreams may have ...

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Crimson Trails

(The third, and final, poem in the series entitled 'Sonnets for a Savior')

Jesus, my Lord, was beaten and was mocked
And His blood formed a crimson trail
Though His body was weak and frail
He fell as His legs violently locked
And those who once followed Him watched in shock
As He walked down the crimson trail
Though His face was quite light and pale

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