David Harris

Silver Star - 3,711 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

361. A World Of Your Own 6/5/2015
362. A World That Makes You Wonder 7/12/2008
363. A World Without You 5/23/2010
364. A Writer’s Block 4/29/2008
365. A Year Of Anniversaries 9/11/2007
366. A Yellow Daffodil 9/18/2009
367. A Yonder Thunder 5/13/2007
368. Absence 4/28/2008
369. Absent Friends 6/24/2008
370. Absent Tune 7/12/2009
371. Abuse 9/19/2009
372. Abuse Around Me 3/30/2010
373. Accept Me As I Am 6/8/2011
374. Accident (Fun Poem 164) 5/20/2015
375. Accidentally 12/16/2008
376. Accustomed 4/20/2011
377. Achievements 11/18/2008
378. Across A Crowded Room 9/3/2011
379. Across A Sea Of Faces 11/16/2013
380. Across The Battlefield 5/20/2009
381. Across The Miles 4/21/2007
382. Act Our Age 7/29/2009
383. Addiction 10/11/2009
384. Addictions 3/14/2016
385. Adopted Friends 11/20/2008
386. Adopted Sisters 5/13/2008
387. Adoption 3/24/2008
388. Adrift 10/28/2007
389. Advice 5/13/2007
390. Afraid 10/26/2014
391. After The Gold Rush 10/4/2009
392. After The Rain 8/30/2013
393. After The Snow 3/30/2010
394. After Years Have Come And Gone 4/22/2013
395. Afterglow 11/1/2014
396. Afterglow Of Love 10/26/2009
397. Against Their Human Rights 3/15/2008
398. Age 10/19/2007
399. Age Of Flowers, Love And Song 2/27/2007
400. Ajar 10/17/2012
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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Leaving

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,

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