Ruth Walters


Ruth Walters Poems

81. Squalor & Chips 9/26/2012
82. Blame 9/26/2012
83. Chocolate Box 9/26/2012
84. Alive, Alive O' 9/26/2012
85. Culinary Choice 9/26/2012
86. Eyebrows 9/26/2012
87. Frustration 9/26/2012
88. The Body Says Nothing 9/26/2012
89. Cold Porridge 9/26/2012
90. The Shadow 9/27/2012
91. Another August 9/27/2012
92. Black Paint 9/27/2012
93. An Insight 9/27/2012
94. Alien Objects Of The Second Kind 9/27/2012
95. Rocket Science 9/28/2012
96. Pea Soup 9/28/2012
97. Flow Of Life 9/28/2012
98. Red Nails 9/28/2012
99. All Screwed Up 9/28/2012
100. Shared Memories 9/28/2012
101. Valentines Day 9/28/2012
102. Trespassing 9/28/2012
103. Gloss Paint 9/29/2012
104. Prissy 9/29/2012
105. Teardrops 9/29/2012
106. Golden Days 9/29/2012
107. The East London Devil's Diplomat 9/29/2012
108. My Garden 9/29/2012
109. A Trip To The Flicks 9/29/2012
110. I Say, I Say, I Say 9/28/2012
111. Forever Young 9/28/2012
112. Limerick Again 9/29/2012
113. Taking Punishment 9/29/2012
114. Pocket Fairytales....A Trilogy 9/30/2012
115. A Star In Her Pocket 9/30/2012
116. Posing 9/30/2012
117. Prompt Action 9/30/2012
118. Rememberance Day 9/30/2012
119. Promises 9/30/2012
120. Pressure 9/30/2012

Comments about Ruth Walters

  • Karen Sinclair (7/5/2012 2:53:00 AM)

    No awkwardness just sheer smooth reality and\or humour leaves the pages of Ruth Walters...A Great Poet! and a rarity in woman as she is really funny when she wants to be...

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  • Danny H (8/6/2009 12:23:00 AM)

    Your an amazing poetess :)
    Your poetry is brought alive in front of the face,
    and shows all the possible colors.

Best Poem of Ruth Walters

Bones

The toe bone's connected to
lush grass, early mornings, bird song

The heel bone's connected to you,
how you look when you're ahead

The foot bone's connected to determination,
how you keep going when all is crumbling

The leg bone's connected to your fears,
your wobbles, how you need support

The knee bone's connected to your knee jerk
reactions to this crazy world

The thigh bone's connected to your inner strength
that helps you take control

The back-bone's connected to work,
hard work, hard work, sheer hard work

The neck ...

Read the full of Bones

If I Were A Flower

If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.

Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained

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