Ann Beard

Veteran Poet - 1,129 Points [Roan B] (1944 / London. UK)

Ann Beard Poems

1. The School Of Sleep 11/18/2008
2. I Won, T Tell A Soul. 11/16/2010
3. The Pike River Mine. 12/29/2010
4. Remember Being There 5/29/2011
5. Inquisitive Clown. (N.Z Kea) 6/22/2012
6. The Reunion 5/20/2014
7. Dear Toetoe (Nz Tall Feathery Grass) 10/7/2015
8. State Of Mind 10/22/2015
9. The Passing Of A Friend 5/24/2016
10. A Mask. 7/1/2016
11. Time The Seeker Of Perfection. 2/24/2018
12. Death. 5/1/2011
13. Every Soul 12/9/2012
14. A Young Poet 10/18/2009
15. Neither I, Nor The Spider 8/5/2011
16. This Tired Old Heart 2/21/2016
17. Memory Laid To Rest 11/16/2016
18. Not Listening 6/21/2009
19. The Middle Eye 9/27/2009
20. Mr Cool. (Monty 1st Jan1995 - 4th Aug.2009) 1/2/2009
21. Somewhere A Child Will Die. 11/9/2008
22. Alone, With The Passing Of Time 6/3/2013
23. Being Loved 1/8/2014
24. Morpheus Son Of Sleep. 3/29/2013
25. Where Poems Belong. 8/10/2012
26. Times Hungry Spender 8/24/2008
27. Blueness 9/8/2012
28. All The Gods 6/28/2012
29. Another, S Heart 10/29/2007
30. The Ocean Makes Love To The Shore. 6/29/2015
31. A Hunters Coat. 4/20/2009
32. Far Away 11/6/2009
33. Tarah, S Dollhouse 6/8/2009
34. My Words 3/12/2008
35. A Nightmare. 2/26/2008
36. Silence In The Cemetery. 6/7/2009
37. Such Ignorance 11/22/2015
38. Textbook Love 10/15/2015
39. Such Promise. 3/14/2015
40. Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Rose) 3/23/2015

Comments about Ann Beard

  • Terry Dawson (4/12/2015 7:00:00 AM)

    In the mould of Dora Wilcox. Well done!

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  • Colin J... Colin J... (7/7/2008 2:13:00 PM)

    your kind comment on 'The fox'
    I have made a small change...
    Do you like it?

  • Philip Housiaux (4/14/2008 1:35:00 PM)

    Going home is a very fine piece of writing - both formal technique and idea communication. good work thanks

  • Roger Cornish (11/23/2007 8:45:00 AM)

    All your Poetry is thought provoking and very well written! Can't wait for More!

Best Poem of Ann Beard

First Love

“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,
misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
“I would like to try” the words came out crisper,
resolve filling all of the places it could.

I had watched him struggle to rise from a chair,
had felt the frustration that threatened his calm.
Firmly bracing myself to take on his glare
“I needed to come and I wish you no harm”.

Falling back in the chair his face turning ashen
his body was shrunken to quite half its size.
The illness had robbed him of life’s very passion,
apart from the last spark of ...

Read the full of First Love

I Never Saw Her Cry.

She did not shed a single tear,
the weeks that she lay dying.
No pain was felt to feed her fear
the morphine soaked up every tear
I never saw her crying.

She'd only ask, 'Don't leave me here
alone, she says, while sighing.
I held her hand, sat very near

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