Best Poems From
LINDA HARNETT
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Nature's Lullaby
Its raining now,
I hear it softly fall,
The gentle pitter-patter,
On the wall,
The silent teardrops,
Shed by unseen eyes,
Its raining now,
In darkened midnight skies,
No moon, no stars,
To brighten up my sky,
I hear the sound,
Of natures lullaby.
Linda Harnett
Read more: nature poems, moon poems, sky poems, star poems, rain poems
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Nineteen Ninety Nine
A wondrous shooting star, I seen,
On a cold dark winter night,
The year was nineteen ninety nine,
Its memory shines so bright.
They say it speaks of change to come,
For those who catch this sight,
I watched in awe, the splendour,
As it trailed its tail of light.
I wondered if my life would change,
For better or for worse,
Would I receive some blessings,
Or would I find a curse.
Or maybe life would carry on,
Routinely, just the same,
A day to day existence,
Content to play the game.
The changes came as prophesised,
The wondrous gift was mine,
For love came with the comet,
In nineteen ninety nine.
Linda Harnett
Read more: change poems, memory poems, winter poems, star poems, dark poems, light poems, night poems, life poems
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Now All That It Took
Now all that it took,
Was one longing look,
And a kiss,
So gentle and tender,
There was you,
There was me,
And a sycamore tree,
And a night,
I would always remember.
The new moon was high,
In a velvet blue sky,
The stars,
Seemed to twinkle at will,
I was cold,
You were warm,
And had weathered the storm,
We were old,
But not over the hill.
Linda Harnett
Read more: kiss poems, remember poems, tree poems, moon poems, sky poems, night poems, weather poems, star poems
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Perfect Disguise
I catch a glimpse in a mirror,
Reflecting a picture of me,
And noticing not quite perfection,
I wonder,
What is it, he sees?
The eyes, now tired, slightly jaded,
The years of pain etched on my skin,
My hair now losing its lustre,
And Yes,
Im still way too thin.
I study that face in the mirror,
Devoid of cosmetic reprieve,
I search for a much younger version,
And wonder now,
When did she leave?
I think about him, now as always,
The mirror, it seems never lies,
A young girl is standing before me,
Wearing love,
As a perfect disguise.
Linda Harnett
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