David Wood

Gold Star - 5,404 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

1. A Walk Up Kilvey Hill -new- 9/5/2015
2. Retirement (Ballade) -new- 9/5/2015
3. Starlight (Triolet) -new- 9/5/2015
4. Ode To A Sunflower -new- 9/5/2015
5. Of Gods And Atoms 8/10/2015
6. Lessons 8/10/2015
7. Freedoms Cry 8/14/2015
8. Cenotaph 8/15/2015
9. Savouring Wisdom 8/16/2015
10. Conscience -new- 8/23/2015
11. Haiku 51 -new- 8/24/2015
12. Haiku 52 -new- 8/24/2015
13. Tree Of Life -new- 8/26/2015
14. Haiku 58 -new- 8/26/2015
15. Mortality (Pathos) -new- 8/26/2015
16. Mellifluous Wind Chimes -new- 8/29/2015
17. Poppy -new- 8/30/2015
18. Refreshing Delight -new- 8/30/2015
19. Storm Clouds -new- 8/30/2015
20. The Floating Mind -new- 8/31/2015
21. New Dawn -new- 8/31/2015
22. Lifecycle -new- 8/31/2015
23. Haiku 61 -new- 9/1/2015
24. Haiku 62 -new- 9/1/2015
25. Eclipse -new- 8/31/2015
26. I Still Dream (Rondeau) -new- 9/3/2015
27. Child Of A Sylvan Brood -new- 9/4/2015
28. Fishing 3/25/2013
29. The Gower 3/25/2013
30. Loves Last Letter 3/25/2013
31. Self Portrate 3/25/2013
32. The Copper Beech 3/25/2013
33. Otter Delights 3/25/2013
34. Red Kite Hunting 3/25/2013
35. Swansea Marina 3/25/2013
36. The Float 3/25/2013
37. Tina 3/25/2013
38. Winter On The Farm 3/25/2013
39. Winter Song 3/25/2013
40. Death 3/25/2013
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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