David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,412 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

81. A Flying Cow 11/3/2009
82. A Foggy Morning In Portsmouth Town 1/29/2008
83. A Folder 3/26/2008
84. A Forty-Year-Old Virgin 9/13/2009
85. A Friend 9/25/2007
86. A Friend Across The Pond 8/10/2007
87. A Friend We Do Not Know 4/25/2011
88. A Friendship 2/5/2008
89. A Friendship Awakens 10/27/2008
90. A Gathering 12/23/2008
91. A Gathering Of Poets 8/7/2008
92. A Gift From Me To You 12/5/2007
93. A Gift Of Forever 12/30/2012
94. A Girl From Nowhere 10/24/2009
95. A Girl Named Fred 9/20/2009
96. A Goal In Life 4/12/2008
97. A Good Samaritan Maybe 6/26/2008
98. A Goodbye 7/9/2007
99. A Gossip 1/20/2008
100. A Grain Of Sand 11/20/2008
101. A Great Healer 4/14/2011
102. A Great Life 2/4/2009
103. A Guardian Angel 8/5/2007
104. A Guiding Voice 11/26/2007
105. A Habit 5/18/2008
106. A Hairy Fairy 9/20/2009
107. A Happy Face 11/26/2007
108. A Happy Prankster 8/4/2014
109. A Harsh Mistress 6/10/2007
110. A Haunting 11/26/2009
111. A Heart 7/9/2007
112. A Heartbeat Away 12/3/2007
113. A Heartbeat Away 2 11/6/2009
114. A Helping Hand 8/31/2007
115. A Hole In The Wall (Fun Poem 66) 2/27/2008
116. A Hot Summers Day 9/20/2014
117. A House Is Not A Home 12/7/2008
118. A Humble Bucket 9/18/2009
119. A Hundred Thousand Reasons 11/3/2011
120. A Journey And Back Again 11/7/2009
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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