David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

921. Hugs And Tears 4/20/2011
922. Accustomed 4/20/2011
923. Colours On Our Canvas 4/20/2011
924. A Promise Made 5/24/2011
925. A Circle Ever Growing 4/14/2011
926. Never As They Seem 4/22/2011
927. Wisdom 5/22/2011
928. A Sunday Prayer 18 5/22/2011
929. Our Mountains 5/22/2011
930. Early Works - They See What They Could Have Done 8/20/2009
931. The Heart Left 5/31/2011
932. Tossed Aside 6/1/2011
933. In The Long Ago 6/4/2011
934. Daddy, Put Down The Bottle 6/4/2011
935. Nightmare 6/9/2011
936. Where Is The Light 6/12/2011
937. Walk Across This World 6/12/2011
938. Shallow Halls 6/13/2011
939. As Each Day Calls 6/13/2011
940. Empty 2 6/13/2011
941. Denied 6/13/2011
942. Muted 6/12/2011
943. Prisoner 5/26/2011
944. Links 5/26/2011
945. One-Finger Typist (Fun Poem 122) 6/17/2011
946. Our Masks 9/12/2009
947. Meaningless 9/12/2009
948. Canopy Of Broken Bones 6/24/2011
949. Beneath The Grumbling Cesspit 6/26/2011
950. Life’s Rainbow 9/20/2009
951. My Spooky Life 6/28/2011
952. Solitaire 2 6/27/2011
953. Curtain Of Desperation 7/1/2011
954. Cold Of The Day 10/16/2009
955. Crimson Sunset Sea 10/16/2009
956. Blinking Cold 10/16/2009
957. Visit With The Vampire 10/16/2009
958. Tarnished Angels 6/29/2011
959. Midnight Traces 6/30/2011
960. Hours In My Care 10/19/2009
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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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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