David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,577 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

761. Come And Gone 11/7/2014
762. Come Home My Son, Come Home 2/2/2009
763. Come On In 11/12/2014
764. Come To Part 11/4/2009
765. Comfort Of Our Dreams 9/2/2014
766. Comfort That You Need 11/13/2007
767. Comfortable 9/23/2009
768. Comforts We Have 9/11/2014
769. Coming Home For Christmas 11/10/2007
770. Coming To Take Me Back (Nonsense Poem) 11/22/2014
771. Commenting (Please Read) 6/14/2008
772. Commitment 11/6/2014
773. Community Spirit 10/28/2007
774. Confessions Of A Pretend Preacher 11/5/2008
775. Confidant 11/25/2009
776. Confined Spaces 2/21/2008
777. Confused (Fun Poem 142) 4/13/2013
778. Congratulations On The All Clear (Fun Poem 67) 3/9/2008
779. Contemplate My Thoughts 7/21/2011
780. Cool Clear Air 7/19/2011
781. Cooperation 2/23/2008
782. Corners 8/11/2008
783. Corridors Of Our Memories 10/6/2009
784. Cosy Nest 1/3/2014
785. Count Your Blessings 8/5/2007
786. Country Travelin’ Man 8/31/2008
787. Coupons 1/26/2008
788. Courtesy 4/27/2009
789. Cradle Of Love 1/30/2009
790. Crave For Company 8/15/2011
791. Crazy Thoughts 10/24/2010
792. Crazy Wars 11/21/2007
793. Cream Tart 9/10/2009
794. Crescent Moon 1/21/2008
795. Crimson Amongst The Gold 5/10/2009
796. Crimson Hues 11/8/2009
797. Crimson Sunset Sea 10/16/2009
798. Criticize 7/30/2012
799. Crosses Of Dodgy Dave 7/10/2013
800. Crosses We Bare 6/19/2007
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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