Colin Breck Boardman


Colin Breck Boardman Poems

41. Underneath The Mangosteen Tree 11/29/2011
42. Searching For The Sign Of A Soul 11/29/2011
43. On Our Morning Walk 11/29/2011
44. My Birds Are My Salvation And My Curse 11/30/2011
45. I Saw You Yesterday 11/30/2011
46. Each Swollen Word, Each Pause, Each Phrase, 12/3/2011
47. What Fun I Have Is Quite Debatable 12/3/2011
48. Following In The Ravaged Wake 12/3/2011
49. This Poor Blind Worm 12/3/2011
50. If She Did Love Her Lover First 12/3/2011
51. The Black Sheep 12/5/2011
52. My Father Once Did Tell Me 12/26/2011
53. My Dum Di Dum Di Dum Di Dum Di Dum 12/26/2011
54. From The Early Morn 12/26/2011
55. Some People Seem To Get What They Deserve 12/26/2011
56. They Would Be Mistaken Who In Thinking 12/26/2011
57. As The Cold Silence Shifts 12/26/2011
58. Halfway To Heaven 7/31/2012
59. Life's Bitter Ruthless Bride 12/8/2012
60. Whyfore Through The Morning Mist 12/8/2012
61. My Eye Is Clouded O'Er 12/8/2012
62. When Once The Hopeless Sun Into The Sea Doth Drown 12/8/2012
63. What Lights Do You See When This You Look Upon? 11/22/2011
64. Lost And Ranging All Forlorn The Creature Slowly Crept 11/22/2011
65. The One 11/29/2011
66. Some Things Are Oft Forgotten In Ones Life 11/22/2011
67. The Night Stalker 11/30/2011
68. Slipping Through My Fingers 11/30/2011
69. Some People Are Contented With Their Faith 11/22/2011
70. Underneath The Willow Tree 11/28/2011
71. What Care I For Beauty's Shallow Face 11/22/2011
72. I'M Glad That I Still Have A Heart 11/22/2011
73. I Shall No Longer Whine Up To The Moon 11/22/2011
74. I Am No One 11/30/2011
75. O, How I Smile! 12/5/2011
76. I'M Sorry If I Did Bore You So 11/27/2011
77. What Evidence There Lived A Muse Of Fire? 11/29/2011
78. The Painter Searching With His Eyes 11/22/2011
Best Poem of Colin Breck Boardman

The Painter Searching With His Eyes

The painter searching with his eyes,
Finds fickle beauty to espy;
The poet weaving metaphors,
Turns upon an obscure clause;
The falconer with hungry hawk
Between the shadows lightly stalks;
Uncertain what will there appear
Born upon a smile or tear;
As lovers wend beneath the stars
Each must fasten on their prey,
Or else let spritely spirits pass
If all should shyly melt away.

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There Are No Words

There are no words,
No words to be read;
That which remains,
Remains unsaid;
There is no key,
No key to the door;
Nothing to dream,
No dreams anymore;
Only the beat,
The beat of one's heart,
Beating in time,
The time to depart.

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