Flickering Firelight
Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.
Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.
in Sonnet Poems
Rubbish in my head can smoulder on
creating smokey fumes which fog my brain
and when I think the murky clouds have gone
a few small sparks will bring them back again.
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
No, no, no - I feel really low
I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
How to put people off bowling, Alan! Great to read a lighthearted poem. Keep writing, please. Best wishes, Ann.
Thank you, James. As you know, all comments are welcome and mean a great deal. All the best, Ann.
Another of your fun poems - keep it up! Best wishes, Ann.
Great to read a poem which leaves a smile on my face. More please. Best wishes, Ann.
When my husband was still a boy he was given this poem by his uncle and learnt it by heart. It is very much how he lived his life. The poem was read immaculately by his grandson at his memorial service.