Welcome to my poems directory.
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One Stormy Night
by Pete Scopes
12/02/2014
Crimson dusk where clouds burst aflame With the Sun's might, yet still waning An oncoming storm growing Stronger in the night, foreboding veil rising...
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Winter Solstice
by Pete Scopes
07/01/2014
Winter Solstice has come A changing point of the year Now the days grow no longer shorter The dark has descended The cold finally set in And the days grow no longer shorter...
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These days are Autumn
by Pete Scopes
22/10/2012
O the green grass withers outside the light As Winter's arm reaches and turns plight Yet those left in the cooling rays Fight frost all the waning Autumn days...
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I Sit and Watch the Clouds Roll
by Pete Scopes
12/09/2012
I sit and watch the clouds roll Set on a Summer cerulean sky For they, my attention, stole Idly they drift on slowly by...
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Sat Beside the Fire
by Pete Scopes
03/04/2012
A spark kisses the tinder wood and smoulders Glowing the orange fingers its way round Taking grasp and kindling into small blaze No smoke prevailing as yet nor flames venture out...
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Misty Mountains
by Pete Scopes
06/03/2012
Misty mountains ever high stand proud Your ranges to grey in thickening mystery shroud Trees climb but the grass climbs higher Rocks crest in snow-capped attire...
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Sunrise
by Pete Scopes
01/03/2012
The beauty of a sunrise takes me to a place I've never been Where the world begins again with You at its seem...
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Sing Little Bird
by Pete Scopes
23/02/2012
Sing with me little bird while I strum Lent up against a burning tree but half Is still living, full of green whence you come And half is ashen, dying, charred, and numb...
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After the Storm
by Pete Scopes
02/02/2012
Under the deep dark and midnight blue Surrounding robins whistle a harrowing tune The diurnal chorus which rises at dusk and dawn Awoken by stolen night, a quivering torch has torn...
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A Wet, Windy Walk
by Pete Scopes
02/12/2011
A wet, windy walk up into the Yorkshire moors Is not what we had hoped for as we shut the car doors Strong winds embraced us but no moisture in the air We left a waking Horton for Pen-y-ghent's foot & stair...
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What Became of the Wolf?
by Pete Scopes
25/11/2011
The lone wolf so desperate to eat That she continued to bite at the bison's feet Her pack departed over this lost cause Her body riddled with blood, cuts, & sores...
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A Solemn Pair
by Pete Scopes
24/11/2011
Pervasively, harsh winds batter The old, hewn face of an ancient boulder Whistling through the last remaining leaves Of a scrawny tree desperately clinging to its shoulder...