Paul Gerard Reed


Paul Gerard Reed Poems

121. Wait For The Light 5/26/2014
122. Amongst The Woods 5/31/2014
123. Escape With Me 6/1/2014
124. A Bubble About To Pop 6/1/2014
125. Better Than This 6/10/2014
126. The Wallet 6/10/2014
127. The Undead 6/12/2014
128. Just Me And You 6/15/2014
129. Setting Off 6/4/2014
130. Another Day Done 6/10/2014
131. A Tale Of Sunday 6/16/2014
132. Seasons 6/17/2014
133. See The Light 6/23/2014
134. Little Figures On The Tow Path 6/23/2014
135. The Little White Bookcase 6/23/2014
136. Rejoin 6/24/2014
137. Play Ground 6/24/2014
138. Sparrow Song 6/26/2014
139. The Optimism Of Morning 6/29/2014
140. Crumbs 7/4/2014
141. To Be A Boy Again 7/11/2014
142. Modern Tv Drama 7/15/2014
143. New Ground 7/17/2014
144. The Garden 7/27/2014
145. Windermere 7/30/2014
146. When 8/8/2014
147. The Wall 8/8/2014
148. Shadows 8/8/2014
149. What Price Our Memories 8/14/2014
150. We Laughed As One 8/18/2014
151. The Year Turns Old 8/19/2014
152. Hopscotch 8/26/2014
153. Who Invented The Dot? 6/18/2014
154. The Ascot Gold Cup 6/20/2014
155. Things Will Turn 6/21/2014
156. When The Fun Ends 7/8/2014
157. Under Wearmouth Bridge 9/2/2014
158. Scotland: My Love Renewed 9/19/2014
159. Tiny Beetle 9/22/2014
160. Swaying 9/29/2014

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Best Poem of Paul Gerard Reed

Evening Breeze

When the evening breeze
Ruffled the leaves in the half-light
I felt the greatness in the air,
Just standing there;
The quietness absorbed all thoughts
And carried me away to another place
A place where everything was all right
With no need for night;
And in that moment I knew
That everything that had happened,
Or was going to be,
Was down to me, just me;
The breeze carried the sorrow away
Into the clouds that slid over the trees,
Unexpectedly;
And left me alone

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Summer Has Gone

We trod with muddy shoes
Amongst autumn's new-won hues
As the slate grey sea boiled and churned
Clover and thistle at our feet
Had replaced buttercup sweet
'Alas! the frail Summer has turned'

What hopes we had for tomorrow
Now washed through with sorrow

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