David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

841. Since You Took Her Away 7/29/2007
842. Legacy 7/29/2007
843. So Maybe Tomorrow 7/29/2007
844. My Imagination 3/26/2011
845. In The Clouds 3/26/2011
846. My Four Walls 3/26/2011
847. Knocking Shop (Fun Poem 117) 3/30/2011
848. I Wish You Love, My Dear 3/30/2011
849. If You Want To Become Obese, Catch A Cold (Fun Poem 37) 8/22/2007
850. War 8/27/2007
851. Nastiness 4/1/2011
852. Character Assassination 4/1/2011
853. It’s Better 4/1/2011
854. Into The Night Long 4/1/2011
855. Sequin Trail 4/3/2011
856. Our Mementoes Of Love 4/3/2011
857. Through A Child’s Eyes 4/5/2011
858. Catapulted 4/5/2011
859. Book 9/9/2007
860. Worker 9/9/2007
861. Love Has Cast Astray 9/9/2007
862. Music In The Words 4/6/2011
863. Daisy (Fun Poem 118) 4/6/2011
864. We Stand In Awe 4/6/2011
865. Butterfly 9/13/2007
866. The Land Before God 9/15/2007
867. Crystal 9/15/2007
868. Including Me 4/9/2011
869. Of When My Days Were Young 4/10/2011
870. The Trigger 4/10/2011
871. Beyond The Sunrise 4/13/2011
872. Forever Friends 4/13/2011
873. Edge Of Darkness 4/14/2011
874. Perpetuating Friendships 4/14/2011
875. Bloodshot Eyes 4/15/2011
876. Tempest Of Time 4/15/2011
877. A Sunday Prayer 10 10/14/2007
878. Green Fingers 10/14/2007
879. Sidewalk Of Despair 4/16/2011
880. Window Dressing 10/20/2007
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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