David Wood

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

David Wood Poems

161. At Sea (Tyburn) 9/10/2015
162. Serenity (Tanka) 9/10/2015
163. Rendezvous (Tanka) 9/10/2015
164. Stood Up Again! (Triolet) 9/11/2015
165. Picnic Under An English Oak (Ottava Rima) 9/11/2015
166. Winter Path (Triolet) 9/7/2015
167. Distant Love (Quatrain) 9/8/2015
168. The Harvest (Quatrain) 9/8/2015
169. Dreams Of Past Love (Triolet) 9/8/2015
170. Embers (Triolet) 9/5/2015
171. Dawn 9/1/2015
172. Haiku 60 8/31/2015
173. Haiku 57 8/29/2015
174. The Haunting Flute 8/30/2015
175. Moonlight Sonata 8/29/2015
176. Haiku 54 8/27/2015
177. Natures Melody 8/28/2015
178. Haiku 56 8/25/2015
179. Requiem 8/26/2015
180. Haiku 35 8/17/2015
181. De Vita Et Mors 8/21/2015
182. Wisdom 8/4/2015
183. Green Tea 8/21/2015
184. Haiku 5 6/13/2013
185. Heather 3/25/2013
186. Christmas Alone 3/25/2013
187. Self Portrate 3/25/2013
188. Earth Song 3/26/2013
189. Haiku 4 6/13/2013
190. Haiku 9 6/15/2013
191. Sonnet 50: ‘tis Love That Makes The Widowers Eyes Weep 5/22/2013
192. Church Of England 2012 4/7/2013
193. Sonnet 2: Loves Sweet Labours 7/14/2013
194. Haiku 25 7/15/2013
195. Haiku 24 7/15/2013
196. Sonnet 9: How Proud I Am Of My Love When We Step Out 7/17/2013
197. Korean Dream 7/6/2013
198. Sonnet 45: Those Actions That Love Committed Deemed Wrong 7/13/2013
199. Sonnet 37: Those Sweet Lips That Nature Designed For Thee 7/4/2013
200. Sonnet 38: When I Leave You For The Morning’s Workload 7/4/2013
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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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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