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").

A Conscientious Clock

He sits on the mantelpiece all fat and roundstriking on the hour to a chiming sound.With roman numerals and an antiquated faceticking all day long at..

© Sylvia Spencer

Feed The Birds

Birds of Britain, I watch them fly highbeautiful birds as they wing to the sky.They are a star studded spangle of graciouscharm. A bird on a wing so..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Boy And A Wave

He stood on the hill looking down over the sea,the tide was coming in and it was time for tea.He was not hungry so he thought he wouldstay a while..

© Sylvia Spencer

Easter Eggs

Buy me an Easter Egg with bunnies all aroundI think you can buy them for less than a pound.Buy me one in a basket, with a bow on topthey sell them..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Rainy Day

Once I had a money box where I saved for a rainy daybut the funny part about it, the rain never went away.I would put money in and then take it out..

© Sylvia Spencer

Where Is Christmas

Where is Christmas that holy night when a star shone outso clear and bright.Where is Christmas when a child was born and there in amanger he lay meek..

© Sylvia Spencer

The Modern Valentine

This child had a Valentine,This strange ungracious thing.It really pleased her little heart,and made her voice sing.She had a stream of..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Lonely Weekend

How bright it is on a Friday, when I am away from everythingthat seems so wrong, when I am here in this haven and all thebirds are in song. It does..

© Sylvia Spencer

Four Just Flowers

My name is Primrose, I live in the east,I am most hardy, as to say the least.My nature is sweet, tender and mellow,and my petals are a brightly..

© Sylvia Spencer

An Intruder

In this place of silence and gloom,sits an intruder on a mossy tombHe is a very small bird with a colourful breast,and the crumbling graves, are his..

© Sylvia Spencer

Happy Endings

Is there always a happy ending,to every song and a story.Some are happy, and others weep,and then there are those,that finish in glory.Is there a..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Bricklayers Lament

I know an old tradesman who worked with sand and cement.Now the story I am going to tell you turned out to be his lament.His work was done to..

© Sylvia Spencer

Treasured Friends

Off to war, went two young men one named Jack,and the other Ben. Jack was strong a fierce fighting man,where Ben was weak and always ran. Jack would..

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Tormented

I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused,then Mum says' go back to school!.'Oh! but Mum, do I have to,everyone can be so cruel! So back to..

© Sylvia Spencer

Countryside Sentiment.

I love to walk, down country lanes,and listen to the sound of nature's call.I do this from the start of spring,right up to the fall.Primroses..

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Cracker Jack (The Story Of A Race Horse)

Poor old Cracker stands all alone cold, hungryand chilled to the bone, in a muddy medowthat is now his home.This chestnut brown horsewas once the..

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A Life Of A Coathanger

'What is she wearing tonight my friend! 'How the hell do I knowI am always at the end, it's just my luck when she buys somethingnew, I get shoved to..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Field That Saw A War

I have looked into history,and seen a field.It's a field where, no wheat will yield.It's a field that saw a bloody war.a war to which,there has been..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Water Lord

See him hover, over river and pondjust like a fairy waving a wand. He looksquite stunning this graceful thing, flyingaround on brightly coloured..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Basket Of Goodies

Why do the the people call you Crabbyis it because your clothes are shabby.Why have the people called you this awful nameI think their at fault and..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Bats Tale

Dark shapes flitter in the dusk skybut they are mammals, so why do they flyThe little furry flitter mouse that makes you jumpthat clings on to a..

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A Job For Life

I get such a good feeling when the fire goes outbecause there's no more smoke going up my spout.Its no wonder I am an sick and tired of my jobbecause..

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A Clothes Line

There is a workhorse that serves us well.Its been around since time can tell.It has a post at each end, to give supportwith a stick in the middle, so..

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Ride The Imagination Train

When my children were small,we played a great, wet weather game.One where we would travel,on the Great Imagination Train.First we would..

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A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm

A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly,a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and alebut outside there blows a gale. Sash cord..

© Sylvia Spencer