David Wood

Gold Star - 12,212 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

201. Sonnet 31: I Have But Two Loves, The Greatest Is Thee 7/1/2013
202. Haiku 30 7/26/2013
203. Haiku 31 7/26/2013
204. Chrysalis 7/27/2013
205. Hiroshima Remembered 8/4/2015
206. Mindful Wisdom 8/16/2015
207. Sonnet 89 The Glorious Dead 8/22/2015
208. Asylum 8/23/2015
209. Sonnet 90: Summer Dawn 8/26/2015
210. Haiku 53 8/28/2015
211. Haiku 55 8/29/2015
212. Starlight 8/30/2015
213. Ode To A Nightingale 9/2/2015
214. A Casualty Of War (Triolet) 9/3/2015
215. Fields Of Corn (Triolet) 9/3/2015
216. Of Love (Cinquain) 9/4/2015
217. Ice Cream (Cinquain) 9/7/2015
218. Ode To Spring (Terza Rima) 9/11/2015
219. Lifecycle (Tanka) 9/12/2015
220. Wandering As A Cloud - Analogy (Quatrain) 9/14/2015
221. Walking In The Rain (Terza Rima) 9/15/2015
222. I Walk On Alone - Roundel 9/18/2015
223. A Very British Thing 1/4/2016
224. Agony Aunt 2: 1/5/2016
225. Love Story: 1/5/2016
226. Agony Aunt 3: 1/7/2016
227. A Christmas Poem: 12/25/2016
228. October, A Prelude To Winter: 10/1/2016
229. Mistletoe 3/25/2013
230. Armistice 3/25/2013
231. Composure 3/26/2013
232. Spiders 4/7/2013
233. Sonnet 61: Upon Reading Shakespeare’s Henry Iv 7/17/2013
234. Haiku 29 7/21/2013
235. Sonnet 43: Your Fine Friends Come With A Mouthful Of News 7/12/2013
236. Sonnet 39: My Love Reminds Me Of A Summers Breeze 7/7/2013
237. Sonnet 54: The Seas 6/26/2013
238. Sonnet 35: We Sleep Through The Beginning Of The Day 7/3/2013
239. Haiku 14 6/25/2013
240. Haiku 32 7/26/2013
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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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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