David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

361. My Loving Heart (Fun Poem 95) 2/13/2009
362. Lonely Souls 2/14/2009
363. Surprises 2/16/2009
364. Herds 2/16/2009
365. The Shroud Of Midnight 2/16/2009
366. Cradle Of Love 1/30/2009
367. We Want 2/8/2009
368. The Bridge Of Hope 2/10/2009
369. Sunset Rainbow 2/19/2009
370. Hidden Roots 2/20/2009
371. No Hidden Agendas 2/22/2009
372. Haunted By Their Memory 2/23/2009
373. Under The Hues 3/1/2009
374. Wouldn’t It Be Nice 3/9/2009
375. Rich Bounty 3/9/2009
376. Shattered Lives 3/10/2009
377. Golden Waves (The Aftermath) 3/11/2009
378. We Can Never Forget 3/11/2009
379. You Are 3/12/2009
380. Migration 3/2/2009
381. Golden Waves 3/3/2009
382. I Am A Bit Of A Mongrel 3/5/2009
383. Will The Real David Harris Please Stand Up 3/5/2009
384. No Difference 3/16/2009
385. Cast Adrift 3/17/2009
386. Resurrection 3/18/2009
387. Mad Cat 3/18/2009
388. Mid Life Crisis (Fun Poem 96) 3/19/2009
389. Mood Lighting (Fun Poem 98) 3/22/2009
390. In The Peace They Have Found 3/22/2009
391. Brothers And Sisters 3/24/2009
392. Eternal Damnation 3/26/2009
393. Sealed With A Kiss 3/26/2009
394. One Thing Leads To Another 3/27/2009
395. We Knew But Didn’t Know 3/27/2009
396. Not Reversible 3/31/2009
397. Sometimes Life Asks 3/31/2009
398. End Of The Game 4/1/2009
399. Dear Friend 4/2/2009
400. Awake 4/2/2009
Best Poem of David Harris

Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find ...

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Through The Years

Through the years, we have wandered.
Down these, narrow lanes.
First as children to the schoolhouse,
remember the fun and games,
hopscotch and blindman's bluff.
Remember too the lessons,
English and mathematics,
we used to hate them both.
Then there were the teachers,

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