Baby Boy Dreamer
He walks around
With his head in the clouds
Dreaming
Baby Boy Dreamer
His hopes are high
He knows what he wants
And he will make it happen
Baby Boy Dreamer
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Dream On Dreamer
Dream on dreamer
There are no limitations
Dream on dreamer
Forget the world around you
Dream on dreamer
Go to where you want to be
Dream on dreamer
Make your dreams come true
Dream on dreamer
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Colours of Autumn
Coppery red leaves,
Falling from trees,
That soon will be bare.
The colours of Autumn.
Piles of reddish brown,
Lying scattered on the ground.
And a chill in the air.
The colours of Autumn.
The sky is grey,
Shorter days,
And darker nights.
The colours of Autumn.
Evenings bathed in gold,
Thunderclouds so bold,
[...] Read more
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Fairy Dance
Down by the lake
Where the weeping willows rest
Where no-one goes
The fairies dance
At midnight
When the inky sky
Is sprinkled with stars
The fairies dance
They sit on toadstools
Wear clothes made of petals
And round the flowers
The fairies dance
On the lake
Boats made of leaves
And all around
The fairies dance
[...] Read more
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Christmas Comes
Christmas comes with children singing,
Christmas comes with sleigh bells ringing,
Christmas comes with frosty nights,
Christmas comes with snowball fights.
Christmas comes with Santa Claus,
Christmas comes with snowy floors,
Christmas comes with robins and reindeer,
Chsitmas comes with a hearty cheer.
Christmas comes with gold, frankincense and myrrh,
Christmas comes with Jesus' birth,
Christmas comes with angels from afar,
Christmas comes with a wondrous star.
Christmas comes now, at last,
Christmas comes, like in the past,
Christmas comes after such a long wait,
Christmas comes and it will be great.
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No-one
In my big old lonely house
I often hear things that aren't really there
For example the rustle of my paper
As no-one sits in my chair
And the squeak of old rusty floorboards
As no-one goes up the stairs
In my big old lonely house
I see things that don't exist
Like the wagging tail of a young Border Collie
As by the boiler no-one sits
Or a piece of fresh green mistletoe
Under which no-one kissed
In my big old lonely house
I smell things, but it's just lies
Maybe the rich heavy fumes of petrol
As up the road no-one drives
And the lovely sweet scent of perfume
As no-one sprays annoying flies
[...] Read more
poem by Amy Darnbrook
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!