sylvia spencer

Rookie - 0 Points (24 12 43 / woolwich london)

sylvia spencer Poems

41. The Riddle Of The Cockney Sparrow 2/23/2006
42. Calories 2/25/2006
43. Pollen Farmers 9/18/2006
44. A Great Divide 10/9/2006
45. My Award Winning Garden 2/20/2006
46. An Ode To Our Trees 3/3/2006
47. An Underwater Love Affair 3/13/2006
48. The Bard 5/11/2006
49. Falling Blossom 5/15/2006
50. A Little Poem Of Wisdom Part 2 On Life 5/20/2006
51. I Am But A Rose 4/23/2006
52. A Page In History 5/2/2006
53. Clouds 5/3/2006
54. Cobblestone Psalm 5/5/2006
55. Home Alone Utopia 3/25/2006
56. A Wonderful Experience 7/2/2006
57. The Dock Of The Bay. An Ode To Otis 8/18/2006
58. Willow Tree River 8/19/2006
59. A Place In Time 6/21/2006
60. A Blackbird 4/22/2007
61. Christmas Cards 12/20/2006
62. Beware Of The Stars 2/20/2007
63. Larry Had A Hat 3/16/2006
64. Echoes Of Love 3/17/2006
65. An Open Book 3/22/2006
66. Discover The Universe In Words 3/23/2006
67. London City 1850 Inspired By Duncan Wyllie 3/25/2006
68. Tears 3/26/2006
69. A Little Poem Of Wisdom Part 1 4/2/2006
70. Tit For Tat 2/14/2006
71. Rosie Rosie 2/19/2006
72. A Pawn 4/2/2006
73. Along The Stony Track. 2/24/2006
74. Harvest Time 6/23/2006
75. In Every Town 6/21/2006
76. A Letter To Whom 6/21/2006
77. Crooked Cats 8/19/2006
78. A Touch Of Heaven 7/16/2006
79. Global Warming 8/23/2006
80. Insecurity 4/29/2006

Comments about sylvia spencer

  • Scarlett Treat (8/9/2007 2:42:00 PM)

    If there is ANYONE at all on this site who can find fun in the stinky side of life, then Sylvia it is! ! It doesn't matter what subject she chooses, whether it is her cat, Mr. Pong, the neighbor's name it, and Miss Rosie can find the fun in it. But that is not all she writes about. She finds the joy in a beautiful day,
    the love she shares with others, just life itself. She is so much fun to know, and I treasure her friendship so very much! Scarlett

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  • Vra Parody (9/29/2006 9:12:00 PM)

    one of the better writers at poem hunter...better than pretentious people who write incomprehensible crap...

  • Kee Thampi (9/13/2006 12:40:00 AM)

    All great writes are really posed to in its simplicity and in its vivid colours of depictions. A travel to own past life of lyrics and lovely nature - driving to a unknown splurgely mad loves....Poet also makes new homely experiments with her own verses...

  • Lisa Wilkinson (6/2/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    Sylvia has a great young sense of humour and is full of praise and encouragement for others. Her poems are varied and I do love Macafee the cat poem so if you have time read it. Its called The cat who came to tea. Bravo Sylv.x

  • Michael Shepherd (4/27/2006 11:02:00 AM)

    Sylvia, your poetry is unique, sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry or manage both at once - so it's really good that you're going to be published so that others can enjoy you being you! Best wishes, Michael

  • Janice M Pickett (3/30/2005 2:58:00 PM)

    Sylvia. I love your style. You are a really sweet person. Your poems are a picture of your character.


  • Mary Nagy (3/21/2005 1:03:00 PM)

    Thank you for your comments on my 'old-age' poem...Of course I don't feel I am old, this poem was written with tonque in cheek...I am feeling older....but not old of course. My life gets better with each year so truly I enjoy the aging process more than most would think. Sincerely, Mary

Best Poem of sylvia spencer

A Cry For Help

Dont keep me hidden,
in this dark room,
please show me the sun,
so that I can bloom.
I know you kept me here,
just to keep me warm,
but now it is time,
to show me the dawn.
I am ready to flower,
I need some light,
and the warmth of the sun,
that shines so bright.
I have been shut away,
all winter long,
my bulb and stem,
are now extra strong.
My date is near,
to join all the rest,
and show off my trumpet
at it's very best.
I dont care where I stand,
or where I go,
I just want to put on,
a very good show.
I ...

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Death Of A Cabin Boy

The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knew
I did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waves
were so high that they almost drowned me. As the storm blew in the
men held fast then down to the deck came her mast. The Captain
tried to steer her west but the ship was being held back,
by a fierce tempest. You could hear her creak againts the tide
as her hulk rolled from side to side. Only one of us was safe
from harm, but who that was left ere calm.
The Cabin bo

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