Wade Harlaine

Rookie (07/12/1975 / UK)

Wade Harlaine Poems

1. I Aspire. 12/27/2008
2. Poisoned Chalice 12/27/2008
3. Thinking Of Gaza, Spare A Thought 12/27/2008
4. Unrequited Love. 12/27/2008
5. Brave Heart. 12/27/2008
6. Darkest Days I. 12/27/2008
7. Darkest Days Ii. 12/27/2008
8. Darkest Days Iii. 12/27/2008
9. Anguish. 12/27/2008
10. The Searcher. 12/27/2008
11. Elegy. 12/27/2008
12. My Helen Of Troy. 12/27/2008
13. More Weight! 12/27/2008
14. Full Circle. 12/27/2008
15. No More Sorrow. 12/27/2008
16. My Soul Renews When On The Shore 12/27/2008
17. The Prostitutes Lover. 12/27/2008
18. The Lonely Twit. 12/27/2008
19. Been Here Before. 12/27/2008
20. It Is. 12/27/2008
21. Immolation. 12/27/2008
22. Cytherea. 12/27/2008
23. Rage Before The Storm. 12/27/2008
24. The Grim Reaper 2/6/2009
25. I Cut To Feel No Pain. 12/27/2008
26. Bewildered. 12/27/2008
27. Escaping The Matrix 1/25/2009
28. Flawless! 12/27/2008
29. Mortal Heart. 12/27/2008
30. My Heart Is Like The Ocean. 12/27/2008
31. Through The Green Valley 1/14/2009
Best Poem of Wade Harlaine

Through The Green Valley

Through the green valley and past the crooked tree
there lies a place of love and tranquility
where food and water are in abundancy
and children play happy free from tyranny.

Through the green valley and past the golden tree
there is a place of art and wonder and glee
where people sing and dance in jeu d' esprit
and families are happy not refugees.

Through the green valley and past the diamond tree
there a place of beauty a land of the free
where people live in a state of ecstasy
and pain is vanquished there is no misery.

Through the green valley...

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Darkest Days I.

The day grows closer, I feel its presence
I look out into the distance, the clouds of darkness moving nearer
The day of reckoning will soon be upon me.
I must honour our love, perfection cannot be exceeded
But I failed it and for this I must honour it with my most valuable possession
I will not fail our love again, the perfect day grows closer.
I yearn to hold you close, your glow embracing my touch, futile now it can never be.
Without you I have no future, you were my first, my last, my

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