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").

Along The Stony Track.

He came into Jerusalem,along the stony track.The man they called the Healer,riding on a donkeys back.He came into Jerusalem,children opened up there..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Touch Of Heaven

Everything was peaceful with only the sound of the breezeblowing softly through those tall pine treesOn the marsh, there was no flood like winter..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Letter To Whom

I'm sending you a letter, one that I will post today;so please will you read it and not throw it away.I have written it in black ink, to make it look..

© Sylvia Spencer

In Every Town

In every town there is a shop, one that will makeyour eye's go pop. A curio shop that has a bellon the door and there infront of you are trinkets..

© Sylvia Spencer

Harvest Time

When honeysuckle twines about the window panesand you can smell it's scent as you walk down country lanes.Once again the purple blossom hangs above..

© Sylvia Spencer

Global Warming

August rain running down the drain and it'spitter patter on the window pane.Skys painted like battle ship grey wonderingwhat has happened to the rest..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Few Words Of Wisdom

A tale of sorrow cuts through everyones lifeand to some of us it cuts deeper than a knife.Then when it comes to wisdom that blade has to be..

© Sylvia Spencer

Angels Psalm

Angels can be fast and some can be slowbut one thing is sure they are with us wherever we go.I have a cat that I love so dear and one dark night..

© Sylvia Spencer

Crooked Cats

I know of three cats that have eyes of fireand one of them likes to climb the church spire.He is a scaredy cat when mum comes a callingbecause he is..

© Sylvia Spencer

Insecurity

I throw the seeds to the birds and wonder who will come.I stand there for hours biting the nail on my thumb.Does this mean I am insecure and looking..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Prayer Of Perfection

Enable us to have the wisdomthat comes with shaping the mind.Equip us with the truth because itwill help shape our conscience.Encourage us to have..

© Sylvia Spencer

An Endless Quest

Hear a kid of today it's always the same,I am afraid to say.No goodbye or see you tomorrowit's all about them and what they can borrow.Money spent on..

© Sylvia Spencer

Percy The Pea

Percy was born on a muddy sodHe was born with five brothers thatpopped out of a pod. Now all his brotherslooked healthy and strong, but poor oldPercy..

© Sylvia Spencer

Our Car The Jam Jar

Once we had a car,that was the colour of silver grey.Now this little car, who we called our jam jar,just loved a rainy day.She would drive around for..

© Sylvia Spencer

The Poem

There is a poem in a bookand every time I read it,this poem just brings me to tears.I have read it many timesduring my growing years.I have kept it..

© Sylvia Spencer

Togetherness

Here we are together, down lifes beaten track,so we had to make the best of it,because there was no going back.It started with a certificate,which..

© Sylvia Spencer

Where Have All The Children Gone

When your children grow up, and they flee the nestThey go away with no thoughts, but their plans that are plenty.They say they will keep in touch..

© Sylvia Spencer

My Shadow

I have a little friend who I always see.He sometimes darts about but he's alwaysthere for me.Sometimes I lose him and he is gone for aweek; but..

© Sylvia Spencer

Passages

Let's just close the door and see what lies a head,Is there a passage, that is dark and dreary,one that makes your mind wanderand your thoughts..

© Sylvia Spencer

Dawn Of Spring

Winter's now gone, so pull up a sleeve.Springs now arrived with new air to breath.Forget the berries and the fallen leavessnow upon mountains and the..

© Sylvia Spencer

An Ageing Teddy Bear

Upon the shelf sat my old Teddy Bearlooking quite sad and in need of repair.He never had a name, I just called him Tedhim with one eye and no ears on..

© Sylvia Spencer

Mr Bling

Now Mr Blining did a stupid thinghe went and bought a big gold ring.The size of this ring was like an old crownoh' how it weighed him down.Everywhere..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Misplaced Letter

This poem is about a letter,one that was posted through a door,and somehow it got pushed,under the carpet on the floor.Many years past before it came..

© Sylvia Spencer

Is There A Key To Be Found

Many years I have travelled,around Englands country green.I have climbed many mountains,with views that are serene.I have sailed across the ocean,in..

© Sylvia Spencer

Alias Arthur

You say your name is Arthur,is that really true.I have heard lots of storiesso can this really be you.To be a good aliasyou have to have a good..

© Sylvia Spencer