Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,371 Points (25th March 1943)

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  • danish bhai (5/16/2018 2:58:00 PM)

    Very Nice Poetry, I liked it very much...
    I am a very deep lover of poetries...
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  • muhammad (5/9/2018 10:26:00 AM)

    which type of poem is this

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  • xxyyz (1/31/2018 3:49:00 AM)

    very lovely and deep meanings

  • neeta (1/31/2018 3:27:00 AM)

    very nice poem and very awesome

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    Awesome awesome awesome! ! ! !

  • Brenda McLachlin (11/15/2017 8:45:00 AM)

    Hello! I am interested in setting one of your poems to music. Is there a way I can contact you directly so that we can discuss the piece and whether or not I can have permission to use your poetry? My email is bjm.brenda@rogers.com, if you're able to contact me that way.

  • Tirtho Banerjee (4/1/2016 6:07:00 AM)

    congrats, Ernestine. It's a masterpiece

Best Poem of Ernestine Northover

Hold You In My Smile

Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
I wish to cradle this feeling,
that has only just been found,
A feeling that has unexpectedly
turned my world around.
Do not depart, Oh please remain
within my heart awhile,
So that I can savour you once more,
and hold you in my smile.

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Humility

Snow, falling thick and white, along the village street,
People struggling through the drifts, their shopping to complete,
Kids dragging sledges, excitement fills their minds,
Rolling a giant snowball, great, cos this is snow that binds.

Trees looking decorated up, with icicles that glint,
Branches weighed down with snow, which holds a golden tint,
That bright red sun that's setting, way out towards the west,
A wonderful rich vision, ordered at our Lord's behest.

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