Biography of Timothy Venard
Name: Timothy Venard
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Date of Birth: November 29th 1995
contact: email@example.com (please feel free to e-mail me about my poems)
Timothy Venard Poems
Her hero is pretty and thin Her hero is a hero to many A hero of fame and a hero of fortune A role model, a hero of glamour
(a Poem Of My Island) 1- My Island...
There is a field far away Where neither moon nor sun is seen Amongst the grass, and the straw, and the hey Is a pool where an island has been.
Lewes: A Curious Little Town
The sun is burning the sky orange along gorgeous green enclosing hills, and as the sky gives way to the stars, the street lights begin to glow.
Carpediem It means seize the day; Try and enjoy life The sky’s not that grey.
What lies outside my bars, Where the wild beast run free? Why am I forced to lurk in the shadows, And never to show who I really am?
Playing With Fire
Fire is wild And cannot be tamed, Do not be tempted To play with the fire.
The Lunatics Lullaby
Let me lul you by lullaby Sweet lunatic, With the lunatic lullaby. The strange ballard
Sing Softly The Songs Of Your Angel
Sing softly the songs of Your angel Let Your angel let you sleep For Your angel, in her wisdom has begun her angel’s song.
It’s harmless fun should be a laugh that was the view of every one in class ok then type in your name
Life is loveing Life is calm Life is hatered Life is hard
My Christmass Stroy
On this cold December night, Thin mist has set A new moon has risen, Set to never set.
A Poem From The Waling Woods: 1- The Wal...
The waling woods Their quiet now A strange name you’d think For a wood that’s as silent
(a Poem Of My Island) 6- The Fisherman'...
The fisherman is a very boring man All he ever speaks of is fish. But his wife on the other hand Has interesting stories to tell
(a Poem Of My Island) 5- Places To Go (...
One village is called little Decknsvil And it’s people are all blue and green Another is called Pictor street And it’s people are incurably pale.
Life is loveing
Life is calm
Life is hatered
Life is hard
Life is for lovers,
Life isn’t for love
Life is for poems
but not for the bard.
Life is eternal
Life will soon end
Life is for waiting,
to see how it ends.