Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Being Loved
How she missed the illusion of being loved.That joyful sensation of walking on air,while accepting the volatile nature of changehope became worn, too..
© Ann Beard
Morpheus Son Of Sleep.
Come and sit for awhile, with Grandmato doze and suppose, what will you be.Before age distorts with adult desires,let us stir up the embers of infant..
© Ann Beard
Where Poems Belong.
Some images, woven through lines of a versecan trigger a yearning, to just slip away.While others inspire, filling pockets of need.Such are the games..
© Ann Beard
Another, S Heart
There are a multitude of mysteries inside another’s heart,the closest of true lovers would not know where to start.We are the masters of concealment..
© Ann Beard
A Hunters Coat.
l choose a hunters coat todaywear colours of the forest floor.I clean my gun and pack a bagwith care I whet my butchers saw.Sharp enough to cut..
© Ann Beard
Tarah, S Dollhouse
I will make you a dollhouse, Tarahto capture the dreams of a child.A place to engross in make believe,designed, to completely beguile.I will paint..
© Ann Beard
All The Gods
I hope all the Gods are together and watching,nectar and nibbles arms-reach from each chair.The atmosphere cold, eyes glued to our plight,swamped by..
© Ann Beard
The Ocean Makes Love To The Shore.
The sun....like a spotlight hangs low in the sky.While a midwinter frost, single-mindedly slides,its crystalline touch onto estuary..
© Ann Beard
Textbook Love
Was it textbook love, I am tempted to wonderThat bound us together so long ago.The flurry of years that haphazardly fell,to cushion each other like..
© Ann Beard
anxiety, nightmares, comfort
There is silencein the cemetery, half a world away,Forgotten graves lay unattended.Darkness gorges on decay.Here and now meets then.To stand beside..
© Ann Beard
A Nightmare.
Eyes close but do not block out sight,I cannot sleep but toss and turn.Not knowing where or whymy insecurity will bite.Tormented so by restless..
© Ann Beard
Such Ignorance
I have known such ignorance,that only lonely children know.Dabbled in stupidity, by chance,survived, and tried to grow.I have shown such..
© Ann Beard
Such Promise.
That birth should hold such promiseis pure wonder on its own.The very act of each day waking,Tempting seed, a new life sown.And would that..
© Ann Beard
The Ties That Bind
I am the lonely matriarch that spends,a lifetime - deftly catching many ends.Connecting every loved one to a friendto make our children fit to..
© Ann Beard
Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Rose)
Eyes drawn to Gaze upon the rose,Green stem armed spitefully with thorn.Sweet Apricot that pales too soon,light petal drop that time will mourn.As..
© Ann Beard
The Green Hills Of Drury
The city of Auckland its roads spreading wide,twisting and winding like webs from a spider.Maori descendents spread culture and pride,while..
© Ann Beard
Fast Asleep.
When all the world is fast asleepand only sounds of breathingride moonbeams in the air.Many ancient souls awakenfloat above the hearts of loversslip..
© Ann Beard
Love Gone Love Gone.
Even In sleep the old man weeps,his heartbeat a throb, love gone - love gone.Each moment too long since he held her tight,swaying heart to cheek to..
© Ann Beard
Degree Of Fear
To some degree found everywhere,affecting the most tender heart.fear of the unknown sent to scare,This instinct of which we are part.Fear hides..
© Ann Beard
Dear Friend
You had travelled so far, but I couldn’t wait,to share doubts, in my last conscious hour.Such grief is my gift to the man that I loveI am certain to..
© Ann Beard