David Wood

Gold Star - 12,215 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

41. Haiku 38 8/17/2015
42. Haiku 39 8/18/2015
43. Breath Of New Life 8/18/2015
44. Hero The Trophy Hunter 8/19/2015
45. Haiku 40 8/19/2015
46. Haiku 41 8/19/2015
47. Haiku 42 8/19/2015
48. Haiku 43 8/19/2015
49. Summer 8/20/2015
50. Haiku 44 8/20/2015
51. Malum Hominis 8/20/2015
52. Haiku 45 8/20/2015
53. Haiku 46 8/20/2015
54. Cenotaph 8/15/2015
55. Savouring Wisdom 8/16/2015
56. Haiku 33 8/17/2015
57. Haiku 34 8/17/2015
58. Haiku 47 8/23/2015
59. Haiku 48 8/23/2015
60. Haiku 50 8/23/2015
61. Haiku 49 8/23/2015
62. Conscience 8/23/2015
63. Haiku 51 8/24/2015
64. Haiku 52 8/24/2015
65. Excerpts From A Teenage Diary 8/25/2015
66. Tree Of Life 8/26/2015
67. Haiku 58 8/26/2015
68. Mortality (Pathos) 8/26/2015
69. Mellifluous Wind Chimes 8/29/2015
70. Poppy 8/30/2015
71. Falling Leaves 8/30/2015
72. Refreshing Delight 8/30/2015
73. Crickets 8/30/2015
74. Storm Clouds 8/30/2015
75. Haiku 59 8/30/2015
76. Steam Trains 8/30/2015
77. The Floating Mind 8/31/2015
78. New Dawn 8/31/2015
79. Back Soon 8/31/2015
80. Lifecycle 8/31/2015
Best Poem of David Wood

Bluebells

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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Golden Leaves

Autumn ushers in the golden blaze of leaf
When every tree delightfully looks their best,
And long shadows point with fingers brief
With the sun slung on a low horizon blest.

The pale days, now shorter as of late,
Mark the end of summer and the eve of winters fall.
Blackberries sprinkled in the hedge soon to make
A feast of a pie at the end of summer ball.

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