Ann Beard

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

Ann Beard Poems

41. Change. 11/4/2007
42. The Ties That Bind 3/9/2008
43. Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Rose) 3/23/2015
44. Death. 5/1/2011
45. Degree Of Fear 3/15/2008
46. Such Promise. 3/14/2015
47. A Jacaranda Tree. 1/6/2008
48. Love Gone Love Gone. 1/6/2009
49. I Never Saw Her Cry. 7/30/2007
50. Come Close. 4/14/2008
51. Dear Friend 5/17/2009
52. The Winds Of Borrowed Time 7/6/2007
53. Two Way Profound. 2/2/2009
54. Two Shades Of Green 2/25/2009
55. One Candle. 1/1/2009
56. As I Used To Be. 3/30/2008
57. Between Walls Of Pale Lilac. 3/4/2008
58. A Kiss. 12/23/2008
59. A Lady With Cake. 12/14/2008
60. A Letter To My Dad 8/10/2007
61. First Love 9/4/2007

Comments about Ann Beard

  • David Whalen David Whalen (5/25/2018 9:34:00 AM)

    Your poem lady With Cake' plucked a few heartstrings. Skillfully and artfully done!

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

    In the mould of Dora Wilcox. Well done!

  • 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 ...

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Our world forever changes every second every day.
Nothing halts the pass of time; old age will have its way.
each mighty cliff or ancient tree will suffer the same fate
life seems just an experiment, a transitory state.

The planet earth its fertile soil, the mysteries of heaven,
all forever changing in more ways known to man.
From the wonder of first breath to surrender of the last,
Time becomes the enemy devours all moments past.

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