alex sarich

Freshman - 701 Points (9/9/51 / Swansea. Wales. UK)

alex sarich Poems

1. A Tree 1/27/2011
2. An Idyllic Calm At Monkstone Bay 2/17/2011
3. The Woman In A Matchbox 6/12/2011
4. Bonded By Two Trees 12/7/2010
5. Another Christmas Without You. 12/11/2010
6. Man And Tree Together 6/17/2011
7. Listen To Them 8/1/2011
8. Lost Boy 8/23/2011
9. The Souls Of Grief 10/6/2011
10. To Be A Rose For A Day 10/6/2011
11. Facing Life 10/30/2011
12. The White Light 11/27/2011
13. The Beginning Of The End 11/27/2011
14. The Healing 7/10/2012
15. A Chosen Path 7/30/2012
16. Flight Of The Red Kite 8/31/2012
17. Sorrow 9/4/2012
18. Obscure Souls 10/4/2012
19. A Bird Losing Control 10/8/2012
20. Two Doors 10/9/2012
21. A Son Remembered 10/10/2012
22. This Church Hall I Know 10/10/2012
23. The Welsh Whippet 10/18/2012
24. Living Without You 10/18/2012
25. An Elegy To The Memory Of A Special Lady 10/18/2012
26. The Beech Tree In Winter 10/23/2012
27. Steel Soul 10/24/2012
28. Childhood 10/24/2012
29. Dark Lonely Nights 10/24/2012
30. Robert (Rocky) Bates 11/19/2012
31. Missing You 9/9/2012
32. Seasoned Grief 9/30/2012
33. Thirty Years 9/30/2012
34. My Brother 12/4/2013
35. Happy Birthday Sweet Fifty 12/6/2013
36. Who Am I 12/23/2013
37. My Cat Willow 6/30/2014
38. Mindless Muddle 8/22/2014
39. From Death Comes Life 11/23/2015
40. My Changing Self 1/23/2017

Comments about alex sarich

There is no comment submitted by members..
Best Poem of alex sarich

The Life Of A Pencil

A pencil I am
rough on the edges
they sharpen me
left on the ledges
wood and lead
no heart, brain to live
soft and smooth instead
no more to give.
I shave no more
a splinter
show me the door
Spring to Winter
leaving only shavings
some lead, forgot
end up on pavings
can't stop the rot
snapping all the time
but go down fighting
cause I'm in my prime.

Read the full of The Life Of A Pencil

The Woman In A Matchbox

From birth, a guiding hand
who desired to help fulfil dreams
flesh from Mother to Child
feeding the veins in her body
blinded by divisions of love
and hate between parent folk
a soul cocooned in Satin's garden
a tortured heart in shards of woe.

[Report Error]