Philip Vincent Sanders

Rookie - 0 Points (29/08/1953 / Birmingham, England)

Philip Vincent Sanders Poems

1. Sunset 12/9/2005
2. Music And Love 12/9/2005
3. You Are My Diary 12/9/2005
4. Unique 12/9/2005
5. Seasons Of Life 12/9/2005
6. The Poet's Inspiration 12/9/2005
7. Free As A Bird 12/9/2005
8. Soft And Gentle House 12/9/2005
9. Future Course 12/9/2005
10. The Hour Glass Of Life 12/9/2005
11. Night Walk 12/9/2005
12. The Poet 12/9/2005
13. One Person 12/11/2005
14. Time 12/11/2005
15. The Wreck 12/11/2005
16. Tears 12/11/2005
17. Anguish 12/11/2005
18. Boredom 12/11/2005
19. What Am I? 12/11/2005
20. Writing My Mind 12/11/2005
21. Evening On The Doorstep 12/11/2005
22. Walk In The Forest 12/11/2005
23. Twilight Of The Day 12/11/2005
24. Intensity 12/11/2005
25. Summer At The Millpond 12/11/2005
26. Fulfilment 12/12/2005
27. Harsh Winter On The Plains 12/12/2005
28. The Sioux Nation 12/12/2005
29. The Squaw 12/12/2005
30. Montage Of Freedom 12/12/2005
31. Moonglow 12/12/2005
32. The Medway 12/12/2005
33. Dreams 12/12/2005
34. No Sleep 12/12/2005
35. Tainted By The World 12/12/2005
36. Pandora's Box 12/12/2005
37. Letting Go 12/12/2005
38. Loneliness 12/9/2005
39. Take Time 12/9/2005
40. The Crescent Moon 2/24/2006

Comments about Philip Vincent Sanders

  • Sweetie Sarah<3 (12/9/2005 4:43:00 PM)

    i like your poem free as a bird. its beautiful! your a great poet!

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Best Poem of Philip Vincent Sanders

Childhood

Listen to their laughter
Listen to them sing
Watch them on the roundabout
Watch them on the swings
See them playing football
See them beam and glow
Innocence of childhood
Why does it not show…
Us … as we get older
How sweet life could be
If … just now and then
We could look and see …
The child … still deep within us
Gentle simplicity
That years and years obliterate
As we become less free
So caught up in the world
It’s complications too…
Wouldn’t it be nicer
If our childhood lasted through….
All our life upon this earth
It’s gentle ...

Read the full of Childhood

Listen

Listen to the flecks of rain
That fall on dusty ground
Listen to the bird's sweet song
As earth's waking comes around
Listen to the baby's cry
As it enters in this world
Listen to the mother's tears
as they melt death's chilling swirls
Listen to the lover's call

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