David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

1881. Behind 9/29/2007
1882. Our Memories 10/2/2007
1883. A Year Of Anniversaries 9/11/2007
1884. A Sunday Prayer 08 9/16/2007
1885. Despair Of Uncertainty 9/9/2007
1886. Old Friend 9/9/2007
1887. A Sunday Prayer 07 9/9/2007
1888. Family Secrets 4/8/2011
1889. Angel And Beauty 9/13/2007
1890. Sunset 8/27/2007
1891. Goals 9/1/2007
1892. The Magic Is 9/7/2007
1893. Dreams 9/7/2007
1894. Heart Of Gold 9/7/2007
1895. The Magic Time 4/28/2007
1896. Stolen Kiss 4/26/2007
1897. Lonely Lovers Lane 5/10/2007
1898. Tainted With The Same Stain 5/29/2007
1899. Some Where In The Future 5/26/2007
1900. Going Down 6/11/2007
1901. Savour The Moment 5/13/2007
1902. The World Seemed On His Shoulders 5/11/2007
1903. Lazy Days (Fun Poem 111) 2/26/2011
1904. Owners On A Lead 7/7/2007
1905. Beetle Time (Fun Poem 29) 7/7/2007
1906. Clover, Daisies And Grass 7/7/2007
1907. Mud 7/7/2007
1908. An Old Dusty Guitar 7/16/2007
1909. Doves Of Love 7/1/2007
1910. Shepherd Or Sentinel 6/20/2007
1911. Waltz Of A Lifetime 6/16/2007
1912. Just Before The Dawn 6/13/2007
1913. If I Could Choose 7/24/2007
1914. Starting Over 7/24/2007
1915. Inspire 7/29/2007
1916. Inches Away 7/19/2007
1917. Life Without Love 7/21/2007
1918. Obstacles And Opportunities 7/10/2007
1919. We Wonder 7/24/2007
1920. Friendship And Company 8/9/2007
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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Yesteryears

The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
He dreams of the woman,
who’d one day be his wife.
He sees how things used to be,
when he was a lad.
Reflects on the changes,

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