Ward Poems - Poems about Ward

...Expected visitor - pure treat, Anticipated - sheer delight, Lost soul, hungry and wet, I’d greet, Family welcome, day and night. Visitor I never want to see - Unwanted - whoever that......Read More

...Virtual trophies (wife for I)... offered, husbanded, and collected when winning solitaire Nothing beats that exaltant rush of adrenaline watching the computer generated cards automatically r......Read More

...Moorings anew are easy as thought, Vessels tethered, fixed as weather, By an anchor, a person, or an idea, Sure to shore up evidence of defense, of itself. With every wave, memory fades soft as......Read More

...Are anchors fetters or do they stabilise, acting as moorings, holding us steady, that we may stay grounded in our comfort zone, whilst battling fierce winds of duality? We walk alone yet seek s......Read More

...The cancer ward. We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been successful A name was called a man on crutches rose, tried to l......Read More

...Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre He went to join him as he wanted to share a cup of coffee with......Read More

...Don't want to be stuck in the Trauma Prevention Department. Don't want to work that hard on dogmatic compartments for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT governments over-investing in caut......Read More

...The Rougarou Somebody told me To put thirteen shiny Pennies On my window sill. To ward away The Rougarou They say he can’t count past twelve Being dim So he just keeps counting The Rouga......Read More

...I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking t......Read More

... I live in a quaint building high up on the top floor and from my apartment window I like to watch the scene below on the wide cobbled square. On a cold January night the lights of four Cafés......Read More

...A long-ago January, my love and I spent a month in France. We rented a quaint apartment up a hill from the road near a lake. The view from the window included lovely mountain flowers and grass down ......Read More

...Four Cafes Winter mists swirl up from puddles on the cobblestones blurring the names of the four cafes facing the narrow boulevard. Townspeople and visitors walk briskly with their heads down, co......Read More

... My work took me one winter to a small sea-side town where I lodged myself in a high up apartment with a window opening on to a narrow alley that had a few shops, the most prominent being four ......Read More

...Son of the rising sun; a child of prowess. Hatched from the spawn of the raiders' conquest. He rose from the trail of the claws that raid. His sage was a tale that became a legend. His sere......Read More

... Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol. Across the street, from m......Read More