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Best Poems From
LINDA HARNETT
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Fearful
Though words of wisdom sometimes leave me cold,
Reluctant now and then to face the fact,
Im holding on and time is growing old,
It tiptoed softly when I turned my back,
Another day, a week, a month, a year,
Will take me ever nearer to the end,
Then new beginnings tempered with a fear,
Of failure, inability to mend,
And sometimes scared of what may come to pass,
Yet ever knowing what will be, will be,
I see an image in the looking glass,
And wonder, is this woman really me?
Reluctant now and then to take control,
And fearful I may never reach my goal.
Linda Harnett
Read more: sometimes poems, woman poems, fear poems, time poems, women poems
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I Saw The Sunset's Golden Glow
The sun sank low,
The moon was bright,
We gathered driftwood,
Struck a light,
Made a bonfire,
Flames shot high,
Pall of smoke,
Raised to the sky,
Blanket wrapped,
Around my shoulder,
The sun has gone,
And its got colder,
Silence broken,
By the tide,
Contented now,
Youre, by my side,
Watch the ocean,
Ebb and flow,
I saw the sunsets.
Golden glow.
Linda Harnett
Read more: sunset poems, ocean poems, silence poems, moon poems, sun poems, sky poems, light poems
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Puppy Love
I had a little puppy,
It piddled on the floor,
And every time I mopped it up,
It piddled even more.
He didnt get the message,
I tried to teach in vain,
He didnt give much notice,
Oops, there he goes again.
Another little puddle,
To mop up once again,
The place is in a guddle,
When will he ever learn.
I chase him round with papers,
To lead him to the door,
I have to watch his every move,
In case he leaves me more.
And just when I had given up,
On such a hopeless case,
He scampered to the door then,
Panic etched upon his face.
At last we turned the corner,
With help from God above,
And looking back I realise why,
They call this Puppy Love.
Linda Harnett
Read more: god poems, time poems
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She Smiled Again
In grief she wore her sadness like a shroud,
She isolates herself and hides away,
She lived each day beneath the darkest cloud,
For love she lost one tragic day in May,
Well meaning friends, they told her life goes on,
And life was for the living, not the dead,
But nothing mattered now that he was gone,
She held the precious memories in her head,
The months turned into years since he had passed,
She lost count of the many tears she cried,
Her friends had wondered how long this would last,
They failed to see that part of her, had died.
One day she thought of him and felt no pain,
The darkest cloud had gone; she smiled again.
Linda Harnett
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