David Wood

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

David Wood Poems

81. Haiku 61 9/1/2015
82. Haiku 62 9/1/2015
83. Eclipse 8/31/2015
84. In The Summer (Rondeau) 9/1/2015
85. I Still Dream (Rondeau) 9/3/2015
86. Child Of A Sylvan Brood 9/4/2015
87. A Walk Up Kilvey Hill 9/5/2015
88. Retirement (Ballade) 9/5/2015
89. Starlight (Triolet) 9/5/2015
90. Ode To A Sunflower 9/5/2015
91. Blackberries (Cinquain) 9/5/2015
92. For Winter Is Here (Rondeau) 9/6/2015
93. Farewell To Love (Triolet) 9/6/2015
94. Ode To A Tree In Autumn 9/7/2015
95. Love On The Rocks (Triolet) 9/9/2015
96. In Mourning (Triolet) 9/9/2015
97. The Dog And I Go Camping (Quatrain) 9/9/2015
98. Death (Tyburn) 9/10/2015
99. The Shepherdess (Villanelle) 9/13/2015
100. Haymaking (Villanelle) 9/13/2015
101. Public Toilets (Tyburn) 9/14/2015
102. Waiting By The Window 9/17/2015
103. Call Of The Sirens - Ballade 10/19/2015
104. Winter Storm 12/8/2015
105. Love Story 2: 1/6/2016
106. A Shakespearian Farce: 1/18/2016
107. Prologue To Spring: 1/18/2016
108. The Christmas Gift 12/26/2016
109. Stargazing 8/20/2017
110. Sonnet 10: Oh, Where Shall My Wandering Soul Seek Rest 5/23/2013
111. Winter's Mask 3/26/2013
112. Shifting Sands 3/26/2013
113. Life's Storm 3/25/2013
114. Sex 3/25/2013
115. The Moon In The Wood 3/25/2013
116. Thoughts 3/25/2013
117. Cormorants 3/25/2013
118. For Clara 3/25/2013
119. The Winter Sheep 3/25/2013
120. The Shed 3/26/2013
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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Daffodil

Oh, what fair beauty to behold
Your colour so bright, so bold.

Rising in the early morn
Resting your head in the mid-day storm.

Even in meadows of the underworld power,
Persephone wandered to pick the flower.

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