David Harris

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

David Harris Poems

281. Hoped To Meet 12/20/2008
282. Who Can I Turn To 12/21/2008
283. A Shame 12/21/2008
284. Yesterdays Ghosts 12/21/2008
285. Who Am I? 2 12/21/2008
286. Changes 12/21/2008
287. Full Moon 12/23/2008
288. Instant Connection 12/23/2008
289. A Thousand Fireworks Explode 12/23/2008
290. First Loves 12/23/2008
291. This Mighty Wanderer 12/23/2008
292. A Gathering 12/23/2008
293. Wondering 12/24/2008
294. Every Step Of The Way 12/29/2008
295. Will I Look Again 12/29/2008
296. Little Things 2 12/29/2008
297. Two Kinds Of Women 12/29/2008
298. Little Bird 12/29/2008
299. Holiday 12/29/2008
300. Peaceful Pipes 12/24/2008
301. Teardropp On A Rose 12/30/2008
302. Lying Blue Eyes 12/30/2008
303. Monuments 12/30/2008
304. Hidden Within 12/30/2008
305. Some Places 12/30/2008
306. Relaxing 12/30/2008
307. Days 12/30/2008
308. Fruits Of My Labours 12/30/2008
309. From Your Past Somewhere 12/31/2008
310. Eternity 12/31/2008
311. Daily Trials 12/31/2008
312. Plots 12/31/2008
313. Whispers 12/31/2008
314. Sitting On The Veranda 12/31/2008
315. Self-Mocking 12/31/2008
316. Never Spare A Thought 12/31/2008
317. Pen In Hand 12/31/2008
318. A Story Of Murder 12/31/2008
319. Frightened 12/31/2008
320. Highjacked 12/31/2008
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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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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