David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

681. Where Have 6/19/2008
682. When I Get The Time 6/19/2008
683. Reluctantly 6/19/2008
684. Don’t Ever Set Me Free 6/20/2008
685. Be Proud 6/20/2008
686. Always Beware 6/20/2008
687. Persistence 6/20/2008
688. Between The Clouds 6/23/2008
689. Very Human 6/23/2008
690. As It Scents The Air 6/23/2008
691. At Paradise 6/23/2008
692. Bad News Confrontation 6/24/2008
693. Some Bodies 6/24/2008
694. A Second Chance 6/24/2008
695. Absent Friends 6/24/2008
696. A Little Mermaid (Fun Poem 81) 6/26/2008
697. A Good Samaritan Maybe 6/26/2008
698. Whenever The Sun Shines 6/26/2008
699. In The Hallowed Halls Of Fame 6/26/2008
700. Wannabes 6/29/2008
701. Seasons 6/29/2008
702. Time Drags 6/29/2008
703. Break A Loving Heart 6/29/2008
704. Greeting Us With A New Surprise 7/1/2008
705. And The World We Crave 7/1/2008
706. Who Knows 7/1/2008
707. When The Roses Bloom Again 7/1/2008
708. A Self-Estimate 7/2/2008
709. A Better Life 7/2/2008
710. Perspectives 7/2/2008
711. Technology 7/2/2008
712. Voices Reach Aloud 7/3/2008
713. Tlc 7/3/2008
714. All I Ever Wanted 7/3/2008
715. Understatement 7/3/2008
716. Ethel And The Streaker (Fun Poem 82) 7/4/2008
717. Foghorn 7/7/2008
718. Trust 7/7/2008
719. A Room Full Of Arty Types 7/7/2008
720. And I Was Moved 7/7/2008
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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Faded Love Letters

An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;

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