Rebecca Stansfield


Rebecca Stansfield Poems

1. Fish To Water 7/18/2011
2. When The Devil Took Over 7/18/2011
3. Whisper 7/19/2011
4. Ss 7/19/2011
5. Existence 7/19/2011
6. My Plan To Stop My Heartache 7/19/2011
7. In That There 7/19/2011
8. Our Loves Will Come To Us 7/19/2011
9. Hold Fast 7/19/2011
10. Goodbye 7/19/2011
11. Please Return 7/19/2011
12. Compliments 7/19/2011
13. Glass Fly 7/19/2011
14. Year 7/19/2011
15. If Only 7/19/2011
16. Love 7/19/2011
17. Gardens 7/19/2011
18. If You Choose One Choice I Miss You 7/19/2011
19. Maybe I'Ll Have A Nightmare 7/19/2011
20. Conversation 7/19/2011
21. Half A Woman 7/19/2011
22. Numb 7/19/2011
23. Feb 2011 7/19/2011
24. I Can'T Tell How Much You Love Me Yet 7/19/2011
25. Poet 7/19/2011
26. Cry 7/19/2011
27. Sorry 7/19/2011
28. Thunder 7/19/2011
29. Bird 7/19/2011
30. Stage I 7/19/2011
31. Mind Games 7/19/2011
32. Dogs 7/19/2011
33. Today 7/19/2011
34. My Day 7/19/2011
35. Beautiful Rose 7/19/2011
36. Us 7/19/2011
37. Kill Me 7/21/2011
38. Pretending 7/21/2011
39. White Raven 7/21/2011
40. Veins Turning Older 7/21/2011
Best Poem of Rebecca Stansfield

The Kind Of Day When Violins Play

Clouds made up of sounds of violins, the white clouds that seldom move, if you stare for days.
The birds that never seem to look angry, even as the crows, eat their own friendships.
The kind of day when the sky, looks like a flying ocean, and you want to jump up into it, not realising that you cannot fly upside down.
When the monsoon is barley a problem, because you like the look of the rain anyway, because it looks like sunrays, sunrays from the sky.
The kind of day when the trees hardly seem to sway, even if there was a tornado, you'd refuse to run away.
And the crickets that ...

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Fading 28

Tender eyes erase
This there place of emotions
And running through me like a fish to sea
Creating all spells of tingles inside of me
And nature makes these feelings
Feel soft and warm and free and gone
And as essence flies out of my life
And leaves my spirit as cold as ice
Being happy I become so wondrous

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