Ruth Walters


Ruth Walters Poems

161. My Tree 12/29/2012
162. Devil's Eyes 12/29/2012
163. A Pair Of Shadows 1/3/2013
164. Sleepy Head 1/5/2013
165. A New Beginning...... 1/8/2013
166. No Chances Left 11/13/2012
167. Life Speeds By (Lyrics) 1/14/2013
168. Lies And Fairytales 1/19/2013
169. Life & Time 1/25/2013
170. Mona Lisa 1/26/2013
171. Game, Set & Match. 2/1/2013
172. A Memory (Poem / Lyrics) 2/8/2013
173. Limerick Fun 3/20/2013
174. Another Unconditional Love Ode 4/2/2013
175. Two Poems About A Break Up..... 5/9/2013
176. Haiku Again 5/18/2013
177. From May To June 5/25/2013
178. Another Haiku 5/17/2013
179. Cinnamon Moon 4/23/2013
180. Lay-By Builders 10/1/2013
181. Whistling 1/21/2014
182. Seven And Sixpence 1/21/2014
183. Morning 1/23/2014
184. Iron Lady 12/23/2013
185. Doctors 1/6/2014
186. Nature 7/21/2014
187. An Ode To March 4/7/2015
188. No Fixed Abode 5/28/2015
189. Lost 8/14/2015
190. Watching Clouds Fly 4/5/2016
191. Fickle 5/9/2016
192. First Frost 7/11/2016
193. A Journey 10/9/2016
194. Another October 10/24/2016
195. Nonsense 12/21/2016
196. Haiku, Well Sort Of 4/16/2017
197. Dry Dock 4/18/2017
198. A Little Haiku 4/23/2017
199. Cats V Kittens 5/5/2017
200. How It Was 7/26/2017
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 ...

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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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