Best Poems From
LINDA HARNETT
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The Poet
The poet sees,
The moon, the stars, the sky,
The poet hears,
The sweetest lullaby,
The poet feels,
The things no others feel,
The poet tastes,
The sweetness that is spring,
The poet skilled,
In quiet deliberation,
The poet sits,
In quiet contemplation,
The poet senses love,
In every line,
The poet simply loses,
Track of time.
Linda Harnett
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The Silence
Listen to the silence,
Hear it whisper low,
Feel it all around you,
See it softly glow,
Taste its sweetest moment,
Devour its tender kiss,
Bathe in all its glory,
Wallow in its bliss,
Touch it like a tendril,
Greet it with a sigh,
Listen to the silence,
As it gently passes by.
Linda Harnett
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The Stranger
I write it all down, what Im thinking,
Of someone, I met quite by chance,
I couldnt quite see the attraction,
But I knew it was there at first glance.
Id fallen in love with a stranger,
A man who held me with his gaze,
Surrendered my heart in a moment,
To this man, who had seen better days.
He wasnt the type I would go for,
Dishevelled and so wracked in pain,
But I knew without rhyme or reason,
That my soul mate had found me again.
The angels had brought us together,
To remind us of where we had been,
In a moment I knew what was missing,
But the future remained to be seen.
So I write it all down to remind me,
Of a love thats beyond all compare,
And the man I once knew as a stranger,
Is the man who will always be there.
Linda Harnett
Read more: future poems, together poems, pain poems, heart poems, love poems, angel poems
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Tyranny
I plan today,
To run away,
Escape this dreary place,
Ill hit the road,
In silent mode,
Contentment,
On my face.
Ill set off soon,
By afternoon,
Ill sit upon my beach,
And all alone,
No telephone,
And out to you,
Ill reach.
Well talk a while,
A tear, a smile,
The tide will purge the pain,
The rolling mist,
From nearby hill,
Will touch me,
Once again.
And I will feel,
What once was real,
And tangible to me,
Negotiate,
The minefield,
Of emotional,
Tyranny.
Linda Harnett
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