Peter Vealey

Veteran Poet - 1,571 Points [STILLMAN.] (16th March 1952. / Hertfordshire)

Peter Vealey Poems

41. Disarming. 4/20/2017
42. I Can See You Anywhere. 4/20/2017
43. A Case Of Criminal Expediency. 4/26/2017
44. Tender Moments. 4/26/2017
45. The Church Is In Darkness. 4/26/2017
46. Nothing So Sad. 5/1/2017
47. A Relationship? . 5/1/2017
48. Love. 5/10/2017
49. Lean And Hungry. 5/10/2017
50. Cardboard Bread. 5/10/2017
51. Freedom Tower Part 1. 4/1/2018
52. Grafitti Gloom. 4/1/2018
53. Superman Blues. 4/1/2018
54. The Blanket. 5/3/2018
55. Befores 8/13/2007
56. Today? 11/26/2007
57. Black Leaves. 1/24/2008
58. 'Halcyon Days'. 6/2/2008
59. Friday's Dues. 11/10/2008
60. Thrust The Slack. 11/21/2008
61. Attention Turning. 11/25/2008
62. Sobering Thoughts. 12/8/2008
63. Sentimental Amnesty(A Dream) . 1/12/2009
64. Repose. 3/10/2009
65. Protrusions And Orifices. 9/25/2009
66. Dry. 10/5/2009
67. Border Years. 11/20/2009
68. Observations Part 1. 1/18/2010
69. Delusion Of Time. 3/29/2010
70. Ragged And Wise. 5/25/2011
71. How Cool The Amber Of The Day. 11/2/2012
72. Rare Meat. 11/16/2012
73. I Saw The Leaves. 11/27/2012
74. Seashells. 5/19/2015
75. Silence. 5/19/2015
76. Middle-England Blues. 5/19/2015
77. The Moment. 12/6/2014
78. Different Roads. 12/15/2014
79. Where Did My Country Go? 11/30/2012
80. First Poppies. 11/23/2012

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.

Freedom Tower Part 1.

One lonely, lonely day.
I heard the gods speak
of this, the very last citadel
As the riverbank of hell.
Freedom Tower in the sunlight,
I wait for you in the night.
The raindrops close in
On shiny, blind days,
Behind misty rain.

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