Ann Beard

Veteran Poet - 1,105 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. Death. 5/1/2011
12. Every Soul 12/9/2012
13. A Young Poet 10/18/2009
14. Neither I, Nor The Spider 8/5/2011
15. Memory Laid To Rest 11/16/2016
16. This Tired Old Heart 2/21/2016
17. Not Listening 6/21/2009
18. The Middle Eye 9/27/2009
19. Mr Cool. (Monty 1st Jan1995 - 4th Aug.2009) 1/2/2009
20. Somewhere A Child Will Die. 11/9/2008
21. Alone, With The Passing Of Time 6/3/2013
22. Being Loved 1/8/2014
23. Morpheus Son Of Sleep. 3/29/2013
24. Where Poems Belong. 8/10/2012
25. Times Hungry Spender 8/24/2008
26. Blueness 9/8/2012
27. All The Gods 6/28/2012
28. Another, S Heart 10/29/2007
29. The Ocean Makes Love To The Shore. 6/29/2015
30. A Hunters Coat. 4/20/2009
31. Far Away 11/6/2009
32. Tarah, S Dollhouse 6/8/2009
33. My Words 3/12/2008
34. A Nightmare. 2/26/2008
35. Silence In The Cemetery. 6/7/2009
36. Such Ignorance 11/22/2015
37. Textbook Love 10/15/2015
38. Such Promise. 3/14/2015
39. Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Rose) 3/23/2015
40. The Ties That Bind 3/9/2008

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?
    Colin...

  • 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

Fast Asleep.

When all the world is fast asleep
and only sounds of breathing
ride moonbeams in the air.

Many ancient souls awaken
float above the hearts of lovers
slip into a dream with tender care.

They will occasionally find a space

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