David Wood

Gold Star - 11,721 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

1. The Gower 3/25/2013
2. Loves Last Letter 3/25/2013
3. The Copper Beech 3/25/2013
4. Otter Delights 3/25/2013
5. Red Kite Hunting 3/25/2013
6. Swansea Marina 3/25/2013
7. The Float 3/25/2013
8. Winter On The Farm 3/25/2013
9. Time Immortal 3/25/2013
10. Hope Springs Eternal 3/25/2013
11. Flower Song 3/25/2013
12. Loves Red Rose 3/25/2013
13. Life's Dreams 3/25/2013
14. For Keats 3/25/2013
15. The Artist 3/26/2013
16. New Day 3/26/2013
17. On Line Dating 3/26/2013
18. Romeo 3/26/2013
19. Swansea Bay 3/26/2013
20. Sweet Valentine 3/26/2013
21. Wanting 3/26/2013
22. Whispers 3/26/2013
23. Hard Times 3/26/2013
24. January Frosts 3/26/2013
25. Moonlight 3/26/2013
26. Moonwalking 3/26/2013
27. Ides Of March 3/26/2013
28. Saturday's Game 3/26/2013
29. Snowdrop 3/26/2013
30. Starting The Day 3/26/2013
31. Toad's Day Out 3/30/2013
32. The Elusive House Sparrow 3/30/2013
33. Maid To Measure 4/2/2013
34. Whitsun 5/25/2013
35. Sonnet 4: What Soothing Balm It Is To Watch My Love 6/30/2013
36. Haiku 36 8/17/2015
37. Haiku 37 8/17/2015
38. Haiku 38 8/17/2015
39. Haiku 39 8/18/2015
40. Breath Of New Life 8/18/2015
Best Poem of David Wood

Bluebells

Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door

With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.

Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.

Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...

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Dead Of Winter

White feathery frosts of ice on grass
And trees. Heavy frigid breaths do pass,
With blustery icy cold wind on your face.
Damp paths and wet cold roads trace
A pattern and icicles hang from gutters.

Mist swirls around wispy folds unwinds
And forms cold clumps of foggy binds
Like some super glue in low lying lands,

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