Hazel Durham


Hazel Durham Poems

1. My Humble Tent 11/10/2014
2. Our Way 11/12/2014
3. A Golden Hue -new- 5/24/2015
4. The White Piano 9/30/2012
5. The Wallflower 7/28/2013
6. The Sheen Of Life 5/16/2014
7. The Muse 4/4/2014
8. There Has To Be More Than This 1/4/2013
9. The Look Of Love 4/18/2015
10. Field Of Weeds 7/6/2014
11. Rainbow 5/4/2015
12. A New Beat 5/15/2015
13. Dancing On Clouds 4/7/2013
14. The Maverick 12/11/2013
15. Night And Day 8/9/2013
16. Hidden Gold 7/26/2014
17. My Dream Time. 4/11/2015
18. The Secret 12/27/2014
19. Fairytales On The Run 7/13/2014
20. Forgotten Voice 9/1/2013
21. Falling Snow 8/15/2013
22. Shades Of Grey 8/17/2013
23. Empty Space 7/31/2013
24. The Picture On The Wall 7/26/2013
25. The Mellow Sun 6/1/2014
26. The Sweetest Sound 4/14/2013
27. As Dawn Breaks 7/20/2014
28. City Lights 11/6/2014
29. Journeys End 4/24/2013
30. The Roses Bloomed For You 5/4/2013
31. Golden 1/2/2013
32. Return To Slievenamon 10/21/2012
33. Days In The Shade 7/9/2013
34. Finding Love 8/6/2013
35. Rebecca 11/3/2012
36. The Only Truth That Matters 7/13/2013
37. Turn The Light On 4/5/2013
38. Just A Wish Upon A Star 4/13/2014
39. As We Sail.... 11/29/2014
40. Impossible Possibilities 12/22/2012
Best Poem of Hazel Durham

The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,
Forces unknown had swallowed you up,
No trace remains of the flower that was you,
Only sadness and death is left on the doorstep,
The essence lingers long over a midland throng, ...

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The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,

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