David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,534 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

3001. Wrinkles And Crinkles (Fun Poem 83) 7/9/2008
3002. Write Me A Letter 11/25/2010
3003. Writers Block 1/15/2011
3004. Writing A Valentine Comp Poem 2/1/2008
3005. Writing Poetry 7/4/2007
3006. Written Somewhere (Mini Biography) 4/16/2007
3007. Years We Wished Away 8/30/2011
3008. Yesterday Man 6/14/2007
3009. Yesterday’s Loves 4/16/2009
3010. Yesterdays And Tomorrows 5/19/2013
3011. Yesterdays And Yesteryears 2/17/2007
3012. Yesterdays Ghosts 12/21/2008
3013. Yesterdays News 1/1/2012
3014. Yesteryears 1/18/2007
3015. You 10/13/2010
3016. You Are 3/12/2009
3017. You Are My Treasure 3/7/2007
3018. You Bet It (Fun Poem 55) 1/26/2008
3019. You Can 5/13/2007
3020. You Colour My Dreams 11/3/2008
3021. You Didn’t See 10/3/2009
3022. You Don’t Live There Anymore 10/3/2013
3023. You Don’t Look Like An Author 3/14/2008
3024. You Fill My Soul With Sunshine 6/9/2007
3025. You Picked Me Up 4/9/2012
3026. You Silly Stump Hole 7/11/2009
3027. You’re A Fine One 4/8/2009
3028. Young At Heart And Foolish Free 6/7/2010
3029. Your Broken Heart 2/23/2007
3030. Your Day Off 3/5/2008
3031. Your Eyes 9/12/2007
3032. Your Loneliness 8/5/2011
3033. Your Love 12/7/2009
3034. Your Lover’s Arms 3/14/2011
3035. Your Memory Keeps Calling Me Back 8/8/2007
3036. Your Tender Touch 6/8/2008
3037. Your Wears (Fun Poem 81) 6/7/2008
3038. Zoomers 3/27/2011
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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Through The Years

Through the years, we have wandered.
Down these, narrow lanes.
First as children to the schoolhouse,
remember the fun and games,
hopscotch and blindman's bluff.
Remember too the lessons,
English and mathematics,
we used to hate them both.
Then there were the teachers,

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