David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

241. Our Daily Lives 12/14/2008
242. The Ghosts Of Yesterday 12/14/2008
243. Self Doubt 12/14/2008
244. A Legacy 12/15/2008
245. Arrival Of Summer 12/15/2008
246. All In Our Mind 12/15/2008
247. Sometimes 12/15/2008
248. I Don’t Know Why (Fun Poem 85) 12/15/2008
249. I Would Die For 12/15/2008
250. Tortured Soul 12/16/2008
251. Accidentally 12/16/2008
252. Once Cupid 12/16/2008
253. The Night Begins 12/16/2008
254. Daydream 2 12/16/2008
255. Flame Of Passion 12/16/2008
256. Insomnia 12/18/2008
257. Wish You Were Alone 12/18/2008
258. Loneliness 12/18/2008
259. My Weekend 12/18/2008
260. Christmas Spirit 12/18/2008
261. Wait For Me 12/18/2008
262. The Temple 12/14/2008
263. A Peaceful Morning 12/14/2008
264. I Love 12/14/2008
265. My Brother 12/14/2008
266. Soiled Thoughts 12/14/2008
267. Partner Of Convenience 12/14/2008
268. On Tender Wings 12/14/2008
269. She Waits For Me 12/8/2008
270. I Have But One Dream 12/8/2008
271. First Day Of My Holiday 12/11/2008
272. Each 12/11/2008
273. A September Morn 12/11/2008
274. Enchant 11/20/2008
275. Next Tear To Fall 12/20/2008
276. Never Too Old 12/20/2008
277. Internet Love 12/20/2008
278. The Grand Piano 12/20/2008
279. Hard Done By 12/20/2008
280. Hoped To Meet 12/20/2008
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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