Diana van den Berg

Rookie - 368 Points (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

Diana van den Berg Poems

1. Sunday Comfort 2/12/2009
2. Re-Awakening 2/12/2009
3. My Study At Night 2/13/2009
4. Initiation (To Live Poets Society) 2/13/2009
5. Solution To Lovelessness 2/14/2009
6. Theatre 2/17/2009
7. Reconciliation Day 2/16/2009
8. On A Hill Not Far Away 2/22/2009
9. Laser Surgery 2/24/2009
10. That Friday (29 October 2000) 2/26/2009
11. Tonal Tomato Number Lost In Me Splashed Merger Oldus 55 3/3/2009
12. Weeding 3/4/2009
13. Mourning 3/4/2009
14. The Story Of A Relationship (A Suite Of 6 Short Poems) 3/12/2009
15. Blim 3/18/2009
16. Since My Death 4/12/2009
17. Still 12/15/2011
18. Inspiration Overflow 8/2/2012
19. Forest Eyes 8/2/2012
20. Wanderings And Wonderings 8/2/2012
21. Thunder And Lightning 8/2/2012
22. Eye Struggle 8/2/2012
23. Freely Bound 8/2/2012
24. Sad Song 8/2/2012
25. The Pull Of Ghosts 8/2/2012
26. Checkmate Prologue 8/2/2012
27. Enigma Illusion 8/2/2012
28. Sweet, Sweet Wine 1/6/2013
29. The Right Thing 1/6/2013
30. If 7/30/2013
31. When I Am Dead 7/30/2013
32. Ben 7/30/2013
33. Night In Shimmering Ardour 7/30/2013
34. Bless You Forever 7/30/2013
35. But... 7/30/2013
36. What The Dogs Say 7/30/2013
37. Proof Perfection 7/30/2013
38. Of Men And Mice 7/30/2013
39. Rhapsody In Gold 7/30/2013
40. The Dance 7/30/2013
Best Poem of Diana van den Berg

Wall Of Darkness

I stood and looked in the cool of the twilight -
the sun was peacefully sinking low,
her last rays glowing and lovingly encompassing
the world in a soft and rich, warm glow.

Suddenly a trembling, rumbling, grumbling
shook the world of that mighty plain.
and out of the east, with a powerful thundering,
the wild black horses of dark night came,

Tossing their heads as they galloped in number,
their tails outstretched in the whistling wind.
I stood transfixed as they surged towards me,
unable to move or turn away.

Larger and larger they grew ...

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A Difference Made

When dark crawls small
around the throat,
and soul-stones grind both grey
and shiver-slow,
and tears glass-freeze
before the words,
and flow seems ebb, forever more...

just one warm word

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