Ronald Chapman Poems
- After The Rain Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and...
- Giraffe (Children's Poem) I am a giraffe, With patches of ...
- Goodbye Winter. Hello Spring! Spring is like no other season ...
- Chocolate I am addicted! I am addicted to chocolate1
- Hello Spring Yay! Yay! Ring a ding dong! Here comes ...
- December (Acrostic Poetry) (D) ays are becoming shorter, ...
- Red Moon Is the moon embarrassed? Why has she turned red? ...
I have been writing poems since 2009.
I began to paint with words—write poetry—while recovering from surgery. My physicians suggested that I should exercise both my mind and body. I then took up the hobbies of walking, photography and writing. Thanks to the encouragement from my friends I began and continued to write poetry inspired by my dreams. It was suggested that I use a voice ... more »
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'Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. I've written many poems about a place that I have only been to in my dreams. This beautiful place is called Korea.' ...From Ronald J Chapman's Book 'Dreams'
'''I've gone to Korea. Took a detour to heaven to say hi to my Angel and ask her if she would like to come with me first.'''Ronald J Chapman 2015
'''Your voice is precious. You should treat it like diamonds and gold. But never locked up in a safe. You should always wear it for everyone to see and hear.'''Ronald J Chapman 2015
'''Lots of guys dream about beautiful women. I dream about a place where beautiful women live.'''Ronald J Chapman 2015
'''So close yet so far.-Ronald j Chapman July 19,2015
I can still wait to return home. After all. I've lived here a thousand years ago. It's my destiny.'
Comments about Ronald Chapman
After The Rain
Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and songwriters look.
Just the thought of tears makes my spirit hurt!
Always looking, never seeing the words through the rain.
After the dogs of summer stop barking the dreamers breathe,
After the rain of the evening, the poets and songwriters learn.
In the stillness and cool-ness the dreamers rejoice!
All the ghosts have begun humming again.
Beside the river of tears, my mind thinks.
After the rain, sunny memories sing!