Peter Vealey

Veteran Poet - 1,697 Points [STILLMAN.] (16th March 1952. / Hertfordshire)

Peter Vealey Poems

1. Observations On Winter. 3/20/2016
2. Precious Petals. 3/20/2016
3. Rural Tales Of Hippy Oblivion. 3/21/2016
4. Peter Pan 3/27/2016
5. The Language Of Disassociation 3/28/2016
6. The Embodiment Of Wrong 3/28/2016
7. The Changeover. 3/28/2016
8. The Worthless Vanity Of War 3/29/2016
9. Where This Started. 3/29/2016
10. Be Nuclear 3/29/2016
11. Stop The Ego! . 3/29/2016
12. On Death. 4/3/2016
13. My Child 4/3/2016
14. Loving. 11/15/2016
15. Convenient Decay. 11/18/2016
16. The Changing Of The Guard. 11/18/2016
17. On Death (Part 2) . 11/18/2016
18. I`m On The Slowest Train In The West. 11/18/2016
19. Lights. 2/4/2017
20. On The Moon 2/4/2017
21. Music Hall Farce. 2/6/2017
22. Gone To Dodo (Evolution) . 2/6/2017
23. Happy! 2/22/2017
24. Untitled.2 2/22/2017
25. Hometown Blues. 3/2/2017
26. Times And Chimes. 3/2/2017
27. Monolith. 3/2/2017
28. Hitchhiker Blues(Meaning Of Life) . 3/2/2017
29. The Canvas Of Love. 3/26/2017
30. Alone With Another. 3/26/2017
31. (a Lack Of)conversation. 3/26/2017
32. Collage Of Life. 3/26/2017
33. Twin Towers. 4/12/2017
34. A Rose And A Street. 4/13/2017
35. Nuts And Bolts. 4/14/2017
36. Suspend My Disbelief 4/15/2017
37. Deep Sad Blue. 4/18/2017
38. Freedom Tower Part 2 4/18/2017
39. High Summer. 4/18/2017
40. Fallen. 4/18/2017

Comments about Peter Vealey

  • Yvonne Rautenbach (9/6/2008 9:59:00 AM)

    your best poem so far I think Peter well done

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Best Poem of Peter Vealey

Winter Jig.

There`s a low winters` moon
Just above the tree line.
There`s a low winters` moon
Just over the horizon.
It`s maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` here again.
Looks so pure n` beautiful.
Snow over fields and
Dark days.
There`s a low winter moon
And its`just above the sea.
It maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` stark n`
Freezing.
And all we do is look out and
Say is,
What a beautiful day,
To be inside.
There`s a low winters` moon
And it looks like sheer beauty.

Read the full of Winter Jig.

Black Leaves.

Picking off the black leaves.
The debris i do not need
Still the daily routine,
Chastens in the eves.
Amonst the black leaves,
You never saw all i could be
Shut your eyes.
Laying down on the wild sleeve
Of my heart.

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