David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,608 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

361. Absent Friends 6/24/2008
362. Absent Tune 7/12/2009
363. Abuse 9/19/2009
364. Abuse Around Me 3/30/2010
365. Accept Me As I Am 6/8/2011
366. Accident (Fun Poem 164) -new- 5/20/2015
367. Accidentally 12/16/2008
368. Accustomed 4/20/2011
369. Achievements 11/18/2008
370. Across A Crowded Room 9/3/2011
371. Across A Sea Of Faces 11/16/2013
372. Across The Battlefield 5/20/2009
373. Across The Miles 4/21/2007
374. Act Our Age 7/29/2009
375. Addiction 10/11/2009
376. Adopted Friends 11/20/2008
377. Adopted Sisters 5/13/2008
378. Adoption 3/24/2008
379. Adrift 10/28/2007
380. Advice 5/13/2007
381. Afraid 10/26/2014
382. After The Gold Rush 10/4/2009
383. After The Rain 8/30/2013
384. After The Snow 3/30/2010
385. After Years Have Come And Gone 4/22/2013
386. Afterglow 11/1/2014
387. Afterglow Of Love 10/26/2009
388. Against Their Human Rights 3/15/2008
389. Age 10/19/2007
390. Age Of Flowers, Love And Song 2/27/2007
391. Ajar 10/17/2012
392. Albatross 4/16/2012
393. Alien, Poor Alien 9/13/2009
394. All Clear 10/17/2007
395. All Go By 1/27/2008
396. All I Ever Wanted 7/3/2008
397. All In Our Mind 12/15/2008
398. All Living Things 6/10/2008
399. All Of The Time 1/26/2008
400. All Over Again 11/12/2011
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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