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").
Plight Of A Stray
I was once on my own feeling sad and forlorn.My eyes were sticky and I wished I had neverbeen born. I remembered the times when I curledup on the..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Scourge Of The North Sea
There is factual story that is over fifty years old;but no poetry has ever been written and none has been told,about a catastrophic flood that shed..
© Sylvia Spencer
Two Flags To War
Young brave men, went to war,men who had neverleft their homes before.these proud young men,with heads held high,marched down the street.On their way..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Heart Remembers
The fires of youth may die awaythen sink to ashes and embers.High romantic dreams may vanish,but the heart it just remembers.The heart remembers..
© Sylvia Spencer
Beacon Light
There on a cliff was a shadow, from where I could seeit looked far away. The wind was blowing and it felt asif snow was on it's way. Upon that cliff..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Forgotton Place
How strange it is in wintertime when all the trees are bare.That's the ones in the orchard and it doesn't seem quite fair.Their boughs bend deep into..
© Sylvia Spencer
Christmas Cards
Sometimes I wonder why we get so many and some yearsI think shall I send any.Then they start coming through the door and before you knowit there's a..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Great Divide
A hot summer burns each golden day then Autumncalls with it's coat of grey. Falling leaves and windsthat are strong a mild taste of winter that can..
© Sylvia Spencer
My Neighbour's Butt
Here I stand, week in and week out just fillingup with rain water in case there's a drought.Sometimes I wonder if I have done wrongbecause I am left..
© Sylvia Spencer
Pollen Farmers
They call him busy, that industrious bee.when he goes on a pollen hunting spree.He sounds so contented making that hummingsound, so please don't..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Blackbird
A femail blackbird came into my garden to find a bite to eata worm or a slug, she was not fussy to her it was a treat;as we sat an ate our chicken..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Ode To Our Trees
Hey you standing their, with your arms into the sky.and the rest of you, standing firm on the ground.They say you are naked, in winter time.When the..
© Sylvia Spencer
Cobblestone Psalm
A cobblestone path, how pretty it can lookleading down fom the a hill to a babbling brook.Then leads into a village of old world charm..
© Sylvia Spencer
Clouds
Clouds sink down the hills, but where do they goto a white frozen land of ice and snow.Do they go to a planet far beyond this earthor do they meet..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Page In History
Along time ago in our very strange land.There once lived a king who thought he was grand.He wore a golden coat studded with gems andpearls and a..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Bard
I once fell in love with a playwrite and poet but becauseI was a child I could not show it. This love of mine that wasso dear, who went by the name..
© Sylvia Spencer
Falling Blossom
The blossom has fallen on to the old garden wall.A wall that is crumbling and looks as if it will fall.The wind blows the apple tree and down comeher..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Little Poem Of Wisdom Part 2 On Life
Life starts with a great long highway and it is up tous to keep to the same byway. Life becomes achallange with many bridges to cross, then we must..
© Sylvia Spencer
Home Alone Utopia
I am feeling rather tired,so I'll lay in bed till noon.To stay in bed till lunch time,is really quite a boon.Everyone will be at work,and I'll be..
© Sylvia Spencer
I Am But A Rose
I am but a rose who will bloom againbut at this moment, there is so much pain.My leaves have turned brown and mypetals gone.I am going to be like..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Place In Time
When I look to the sea I think of time with it'shorizon, that great dividing line. I see the shipsthat crossed her waters from one's that had..
© Sylvia Spencer
Willow Tree River
Where the kingfisher darts the river Stour will flowwith its great old willows swaying to and fro.Long slender branches with their leaves deep in..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Dock Of The Bay. An Ode To Otis
Sitting by the quay with the sunlight in the skywatching great ships just sailing by.Big ships tall ships ones from foreign placeswith all important..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Wonderful Experience
I sat in my garden, late on Sunday night, the tempreturewas high as the swallows made there fly, small bats camefrom nowhere, they were joint with..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Feeding Frenzy
Saturday morning oh' what a borecars queued up by the score.All waiting to go into a fieldto fill their pockets from their yieldLets say good morning..
© Sylvia Spencer