Ann Beard

Veteran Poet - 1,105 Points [Roan B] (1944 / London. UK)

Ann Beard Poems

41. Change. 11/4/2007
42. A Fox. 10/1/2008
43. The Green Hills Of Drury 10/15/2007
44. Fast Asleep. 2/21/2008
45. Love Gone Love Gone. 1/6/2009
46. Degree Of Fear 3/15/2008
47. Dear Friend 5/17/2009
48. Two Way Profound. 2/2/2009
49. A Jacaranda Tree. 1/6/2008
50. The Winds Of Borrowed Time 7/6/2007
51. Two Shades Of Green 2/25/2009
52. I Never Saw Her Cry. 7/30/2007
53. Come Close. 4/14/2008
54. One Candle. 1/1/2009
55. Between Walls Of Pale Lilac. 3/4/2008
56. A Kiss. 12/23/2008
57. As I Used To Be. 3/30/2008
58. A Lady With Cake. 12/14/2008
59. A Letter To My Dad 8/10/2007
60. First Love 9/4/2007

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 ...

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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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