Biography of Timothy Venard
Name: Timothy Venard
facebook: http: //www.facebook.com/pages/Timothy-Venard/215816521773865
Date of Birth: November 29th 1995
contact: firstname.lastname@example.org (please feel free to e-mail me about my poems)
Timothy Venard Poems
Her hero is pretty and thin Her hero is a hero to many A hero of fame and a hero of fortune A role model, a hero of glamour
Carpediem It means seize the day; Try and enjoy life The sky’s not that grey.
Sing Softly the Songs of Your Angel
Sing softly the songs of Your angel Let Your angel let you sleep For Your angel, in her wisdom has begun her angel’s song.
A Broken Heart
A broken heart A single tear A broken heart A pain for years
(A poem of my island) 1- My island...
There is a field far away Where neither moon nor sun is seen Amongst the grass, and the straw, and the hey Is a pool where an island has been.
(A poem of my island) 2- The man with n...
He does nothing all day He just sits there and stares He has nothing to say And no one who cares.
A poem from the waling woods: 1- the wal...
The waling woods Their quiet now A strange name you’d think For a wood that’s as silent
stupid girl ecape him
Stupid girl don’t do it Can’t you see he’s bad? Stupid girl ignore him Can’t you see he’s mad?
Love is cunning Love is blind Love is surprising Love is in mind
His internet girl
Love is great it really is But now I fear for it. Text it or send it The text to break her heart
It’s harmless fun should be a laugh that was the view of every one in class ok then type in your name
(a poem of my island) 4- Places to Go (...
On my island you should see: The dog-fish harbour- Where the fisher man sits, In his little boat
(A poem of my island) 3- The crying boy
There are allot of stories about the crying boy, The one who cry’s out in the wood. Some say he’s death,
(A poem of my island) 7- how my island ...
Good things never last forever All things must turn to dust. I knew my island wouldn’t last forever But I never thought it would end thus
Life is loveing
Life is calm
Life is hatered
Life is hard
Life is for lovers,
Life isn’t for love
Life is for poems
but not for the bard.
Life is eternal
Life will soon end
Life is for waiting,
to see how it ends.