David Wood

Gold Star - 12,176 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

441. Ode To The Golden Daffodil 4/24/2013
442. Hope 5/10/2013
443. The Girl With The Pearl Earring 8/2/2013
444. Autumn 10/11/2013
445. Of Golden Leaves 9/16/2013
446. Cherry Tree 8/27/2013
447. Mirror 4/26/2013
448. Memories 1/9/2014
449. Sonnet 88: Trees 12/16/2013
450. 1914 4/12/2013
451. Bluebells 5/9/2013
Best Poem of David Wood


Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door

With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.

Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.

Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...

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In The Dead Of Winter

White feathery frosts of ice on grass
And trees. Heavy frigid breaths do pass,
With blustery icy cold wind on your face.
Damp paths and wet cold roads trace
A pattern and icicles hang from gutters.

Mist swirls around wispy folds unwinds
And forms cold clumps of foggy binds
Like some super glue in low lying lands,

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