David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,557 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

1. A Australian Rose 6/7/2008
2. A Baby With His Whiskers On (Fun Poem 115) 3/25/2011
3. A Band Of Roaming Gypsies 6/8/2008
4. A Beauty 3/26/2008
5. A Better Life 7/2/2008
6. A Big Kid At Heart 3/1/2008
7. A Big Softie 3/26/2008
8. A Bit Of A Hack 10/28/2013
9. A Bit Of A Laugh 7/13/2008
10. A Bit Of Both 3/26/2008
11. A Bit Of Paper 2/7/2008
12. A Bit Of Past Lost (Tribute To Phil Everly) 1/4/2014
13. A Bit Weird 7/4/2014
14. A Bitter Tear 10/11/2008
15. A Blank Canvas 7/25/2012
16. A Blank Page Blues 5/18/2008
17. A Blank Stare 3/26/2008
18. A Blob On Four Wheels (Fun Poem 71) 4/1/2008
19. A Bloom 5/5/2013
20. A Bold Knight 5/6/2008
21. A Bolthole 3/17/2008
22. A Boxing Day - An Observation 12/27/2013
23. A Brand New…… 1/26/2008
24. A Breakfast In Bed 3/26/2008
25. A Bunch Of Red Roses 7/9/2008
26. A Burning Sun 7/16/2008
27. A Calgary Morn 7/24/2011
28. A Canadian Rose 6/3/2008
29. A Canopy Of Silence 3/22/2009
30. A Caring Heart 11/6/2009
31. A Caring Person 2/22/2012
32. A Carnivore Again (Fun Poem 153) 1/28/2014
33. A Case Of Edible Underwear (Adult) 5/2/2008
34. A Case Of Moving On 8/8/2008
35. A Case Of The Demon Drink 4/1/2008
36. A Certain Someone 9/15/2012
37. A Cheater And A Thief 5/3/2008
38. A Christmas Card 11/29/2007
39. A Christmas Miracle 11/4/2008
40. A Christmas Poem 12/17/2010
Best Poem of David Harris

Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find ...

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Yesteryears

The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
He dreams of the woman,
who’d one day be his wife.
He sees how things used to be,
when he was a lad.
Reflects on the changes,

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