David Harris Poems

People often wonder why
I write a lot of sad poetry
for when they meet me
I seem a happy-go-lucky guy.
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The mist moved across the field
swallowing up everything in its path.
A white blanket that hovered
inches above the ground.
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Many times, I’ve read poems
where the author
has resulted to swear words
one after the other
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We all know of heaven
and all know where it lies,
beyond the sunset
of our passing lives.
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Someone said it was going to snow today.
The sky was a morbid grey
and it’s possible we might
be hit by snowflakes falling everywhere,
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Each night as we sleep
we drift into the world of dreams.
Our mind makes up fantasies
through snippets of our daily life.
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There is an old coat rack
that stands in the hall
and I’ve often wondered
whose coat once hung there.
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You stand near the sand dunes,
a stranger on the shore.
You stand there in black,
colours widows wore,
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You’re like a moth driven to any light,
no matter who they are havin’ fun.
But, what happens when you go too far?
You end up with a reputation,
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You said goodbye,
said that we would not see
each other again.
You said that love had departed,
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