Denver Poems

A Song of John Denver

Take me home, where the country roads wind,
Through rugged mountains and skies so kind.
Whispering winds hum Annie’s Song true,
Soft as the dawn in the morning dew.

Sunshine on My Shoulders warms the soul,
A golden touch that makes us whole.
With Calypso we sailed through waters wide,
Drifting where nature and dreams collide.

A Rocky Mountain High in every refrain,
A

Ode to John Denver

Mere words cannot express
The depths of my respect
And how I mourn the fact that he's not here.
His open, honest smile,
His friendly country style,
Of course his voice and music keep him near.

As kids, on Thursday nights,
My dad turned down the lights
And by a roaring fire we'd sing his songs.
I've such dear memories...
We'd sing to his LP's
Until,

My Imagination Of John Denver Came To Life

John Denver Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco


Gathered around a campfire
Folks sing, clap, and dance
Take me home on country roads
Rocky Mountain high
High above an eagle circles
A passing deer pauses
Other critters awaken
To listen to John Denver
... sing 
... of nature and relationships
Where his songs light the fire
And where his heart lights the night
With wholesomeness
... and sentiment and nostalgia
As the

John Denver

In the late 60s, I heard the song,
'Ode To Billy Joe' by Bobbie Gentry.
Some time later, I heard the song,
'Take Me Home' by John Denver.

Bobbie Gentry's song reminds me
of my Southern roots not far from
the song's theme location in the
Mississippi Delta.

John Denver's song clearly paints the
picture of a place to which I would like
to return,

Using John Denver Song Titles to Create More Songs of You

It always did seem On the Wings of a Dream
I’d Fly Away with you In My Heart -
through Singing Skies and Dancing Waters,
for Darling, The Music is You,
and The Gift You Are you have been from the start.

My Rhymes and Reasons, my divine Aspenglow,
Somethin’ About You, I can’t let go.
It seems I keep saying Goodbye

Thanks John

Clearly in my memory,
a moment of discovery,
in spiritual revery,
and I was not alone.

A kid, when I first heard his sound,
with mountains all around,
it was something new I found,
Country Roads had brought me home.

Two hours each way by bus,
eight hours washing pots, and thus,
life was hard, monotonous,
and the days were long.

I was just eighteen years old.
In

John Denver

John Denver was a fine country singer,
Rocky Mountain High immortalized him,
guitar strummed, sleight of hands, picked by finger,
skilled writer, voice, guitarist, songs, or hymn.

Annie's Song, soft and warmly glorious,
Dreamland Express, Perhaps Love, I'm Sorry,
lips touch and, ears hark tryst, harmonious,
his lyrics live on and tell his story.

John Denver's Christmas songs, his right to fame,
Silver Bells,

Just a John Denver Song

I tried to write a song like John Denver would have done
Thought the way to do it was to emulate each one
Went to Colorado for a Rocky Mountain High
Found heaven near Shenandoah, but inspiration still not nigh.

Left my wife on a jet plane, didn't tell her what for
She would have disapproved, said get a job,

In Memory Ofjohn Denver

This picture is of the Columbine flower by John Denver.
(He was dead long before the shootings at Columbine.)

 
In my life, I was  so blessed to meet you.
You cherished all people, nature, and I think
God designed His glorious sky just for you, too!

Besides your music, I know you cared about
all the hungry folks on

Not a Sad Poem

I don't want to be a sad poem
Just like the late John Denver
Did not want to be a sad song.

No poet enjoys writing a sad poem
I don't know any singer who's eager
To compose or to sing a sad song.

Sad songs make people very uncomfortable
Please remove all the sad songs on the table
So nobody will find

The Air of a Different Century

The Air of a Different Century
David J Walker

And to think
I remember days in 1956

Not that they mattered to anyone
As young as me 

Only that the sky was clear and
I breathed the air 
of different century 

where it rained on me 
in the fall

and the snow was pure and
fell on all who braved the 
winter storms

Ode To One of Mentors, John Denver, Rip, American Singer

  Ode to John Denver, My Mentor, RIP!


You still burn brightly like a comet in my eyes.
You_John Denver, far too young to die.
People think of you as a singer and that's all?
You, who wanted all humanity to be fed, a purpose 
far from small.

Humble is spirit, but who knows that?
Just an entertainer?
They only see

John Denver

With the stage name “Denver,” beloved poet John
to country, folk and beautiful soft rock was drawn.
“Take Me Home Country Road” made him a star.
What lovely songs for nature he strummed on his guitar!

With the stage name “Denver,” beloved poet John
became a 70’s phenomenon.
To tunes like “Grandma’s Feather Bed” and “Annie’s Song”
his fans would listen and

Cold As Denver

Motivated by growth,
So it's hard to lose.
Nothing frivolous on the mind. 
Nothing to prove. 
The best part about this mode,
You get to choose. 
Constantly on a quest, 
of expanding your views. 
Like the news.

Just

A different agenda.  
Becoming a real human, 
And not a pretender.
I remember.
When,

I was a member. 
Of a superficial life 
That left

For Whom the Bell Tolls

The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears

Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers

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