Favorite Poems of Dagmar Wilson
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It feels like
my words are... -
This morning, I listened to smooth jazz
in your honor, urging the saxophone... -
The penny
finally dropped... -
There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles... -
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I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own... -
You always had me
scratching at the dirt... -
Before you leave
So many things I should have told you, sad but... -
The sound of church bells
cheered from the belfry... -
It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind... -
Sorry;
for you and for me... -
I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed... -
It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning... -
A mistake repeated is really a conscious decision
Willingness to neglect those who beg you to listen... -
Only lost eyes can find the greener grass...
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The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt... -
I always dreamed that
in the mountains, I would... -
Only pretty confetti was allowed to take flight
Dancing in the breeze of my carefree thoughts... -
In the double-seat of
a carousel... -
Fading.
The setting sun... -
She steps into the colours
of autumn, turning her back... -
They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls... -
An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve... -
A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams... -
The Lure
To a fish near a line, it is a thing of beauty... -
Pack your clothes,
but leave an ironed shirt... -
Do not think of any butterfly!
With amazing rainbow coloured wings... -
Mistress Jane
full of determination... -
Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard... -
I miss the night sky...
The real sky at night... -
Orange blossom showers
On organza silk... -
Rains are gone.
trains are gone... -
The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown... -
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free... -
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry... -
as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back... -
By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring... -
..where shadows of the moon,
shimmer in the breeze. The lake... -
Dedicated...
If I had wings, I thought... -
As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay... -
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black... -
Who am I?
One who hates to hear a baby cry, who loves eating... -
The US leader
a very important man... -
Certain feelings
such as organic... -
The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze... -
She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird... -
When I was just a child
my mother said to me... -
Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion... -
The Eagle and the Vulture
Both soar high in the sky, the Eagle seeks prey... -
Dear earthling,
I write in words to communicate... -
Even my blankest
pages speak... -
This Valentines-
my heart... -
At the time
I gave no thought... -
ODE TO A FLEA
It’s personal you see, between your dawg and me... -
I stopped moving
my hands were held up... -
And in this moment -
as you hum along to a familiar tune... -
Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times... -
Placing words
onto a page can... -
A heart of cold
It’s a sad tale to tell, but, many in this world... -
Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord... -
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use... -
demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness... -
You are my sunshine
when darkness swallows... -
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire... -
Mystery
The great unknown... -
FUNNY WORDS
A pill for any ill... -
Sleep, is all I want
My eyes burn from the lost rest... -
Hidden messages adorn a sunrise
where my eyes engage in simple conversation... -
A LOST SOUL (sonnet)
Like a wandering Star in a vast darkness... -
I thought I had cracked it.
however... -
often, a place I would be seen
was at the bus-mans club canteen... -
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas... -
You never walked out on me
stayed in the very next room... -
Show us to a way so we can then show
train us in ways so as we can then train... -
We couldn't even finish our vegan burgers
in peace, and perhaps that was my fault for... -
Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye... -
Your heart is an organ-
playing a melody of your kind-nature... -
I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine... -
I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts... -
Wasted
Are the lives of the innocent through... -
Oh I'm so emotional
My boy now more like a man... -
I see a light
up on that horizon... -
I haven't really flown
in so long... -
The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang... -
I would assemble; scaffolding
around our world, providing... -
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink... -
The season starts to change its sunshine rays
I hope that summer love still warms the air... -
The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted... -
As the snow melts away
and the rains... -
Will you remember me
when I'm gone... -
Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll... -
We put on our
happy faces...
