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").
Twilight
The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the dailyflowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a fallingcrown to make way for the moon with that..
© Sylvia Spencer
Friendly Harbours
We all need somewhere to go,when things get out of hand,and it makes us feel a lot better,when we hear the striking of a band.We all need somewhere..
© Sylvia Spencer
Had I Been Here Before
I woke up one morning, there was mist on the moor,then I got this feeling, that I had been here before.Could I find a happy answer, to what I was..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Knight In Shining Armour
An old brass Knight sits upon a shelfHe has no companion only himself.His shield is the proud owner of theFleur De Lys, but I wonder in real lifeif..
© Sylvia Spencer
Dust
From his shoes he shook the Dust,from a world he could not trust.His rugged road had a hairpin bend,but now he could see light at the end.He kept the..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Girly Tale
I sat in a cafe an ate a cake I knew I had toobecause I was getting as thin as a rake.'As thin as a rake' my Mother said if you don'teat more you..
© Sylvia Spencer
A View Across The Skyline
A view across the skyline where there are buildingstall and wide, but gone are two of them that stoodside by side.A view across the skyline the..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Guided Tour.
I was once full of chivalry but now I am neglectedas my heart breaks over the land I protected.In my prime I was as nobel as a king but now I amjust..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Date For Your Diary
It happens on the night of halloween the night that witchescan be seen. The one and only night of the year that we liketo dress up in ghoulish gear...
© Sylvia Spencer
A Large Chunk Of Disapearance
There is a little Post Office that lives down the laneit's threatened with closure, as many are the same.The rural post office a rare sight to be..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Case Of Domestic Violence
Her beauty was beyond compare but her heart was full of despair,she loved her husband and there was no other, but she never knewhe had a secret..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Bright Sunny Day
Please forgive me if this rhyme does not reasonThen it could just be I am suffering because of thisrainy season. I often wonder why the sun has lost..
© Sylvia Spencer
Patience
Behind the Hebe, sits me the big black cat.I have been sitting here for hours and my mistressis saying ' why is he doing that; he has a lot of..
© Sylvia Spencer
Death Of A Cabin Boy
The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knewI did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waveswere so high that they almost..
© Sylvia Spencer
Roll Up Roll Up
Roll up Roll up! come to the Fair,roll up roll up! come take a ride.Come and see the Carousel,and all the show's on the side.Coconut Shy's, three..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Gift Of Writing
There is a word in every poem, one that is so hard to write,but if you can write one sentence more.Then the gift is your's to take wherever.It is a..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Family Rift
I would like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heartand I would like to play the violin so my heart will have stringsand it won't fall apart. If..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Job For A Lad
There was once a familiar scene above the roof topswhere smoke ascended. With the darkness of the skyline andthe dense November fog, a day not..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Little Shepherd Boy
By a fir tree in the wood sat a little shepherd boyHe had lost a lamb along the way and he wonderedwhy he had gone astray. As he walked back over..
© Sylvia Spencer
Deliverance. Written For The Anniversary Of The D Day Landing.
This is the beach, that will tell a story,of death and destruction,followed by war time glory.At Omah beach, the Allies had landedthen gunfire..
© Sylvia Spencer
Life's Recipes
We hold within our hearts,old recipes so rare.One's that don't come out of books,and can, quite easily tear.You can tell your friends about themand..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Old Man An His Mountain
I wish I could climb the mountain once moreto do everything that I did before. Breath the airthat is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and notmake..
© Sylvia Spencer
Fog And Myth
The Days were dark, the land was dead;no seed had grown the drought had spread.The land once had a river that was diamondclear and her waters would..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Winter Of Discontent
I remember a winter a few decades ago.Where our dear England was covered in snow.It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hellthen in the course..
© Sylvia Spencer
Silver
Silver things are pretty thingsthey fill us with such delight.Like the tinsel on a Christmas treeall glittering in the light.Silver things can be..
© Sylvia Spencer