i did it for you.... Subject: Just a backstreetdreamer. Replies: 1 Posted By: backstreetdreamer Views: 9   Hi to all on the site, my name is Keith Robson, and I write poetry. I live on the beautiful North Eastern coast of England, where I get inspiration for a lot of my poetry, which I first started writing the week after my Mother died, having never written anything before then, and I put it down to a gift sent to me. I was encouraged to join this site by a lovely lady of grace, Jennywren, and I will post a couple of my poems, so that you can see what sort of poetry I write, mainly in the style of the old masters. I hope a lot more people take up Jenny'e invitations to join the site, and also hope to get to know the members who are here already. My respect and admiration to you all. Keith.(backstreetdreamer) Today at 01:58 AM Subject: Twilight's tired echoes. Replies: 0 Posted By: backstreetdreamer Views: 2   As twilight’s tired echoes fade, The ocean’s golden tinted jade Casts remnants of the day before Upon the waiting silver shore, And everywhere sun shadows play Within the slowly dying day Like dancing leaves they toss and spin Before the evening can begin. As daylight closes weary eyes And snuggles down beneath the skies, The evening speaks of dreams reborn Before the rising of the dawn, With all the elegance of age Each shadow slowly turns a page, And memories hark back to a time When lives were held in painted rhyme. Then joyous smiles and laughing eyes And gasps of elegant surprise Come dancing through those far off glades Before each treasured vision fades, Into the places that we know Where memories drift upon the flow, Meandering so wondrously Upon that ancient timeless sea. Then through the tunnel of the night A far off gleam brought back the light That once shone in the depths of me In glowing shades of mystery, And finally between the lines Where poetry and life combines I linger silent in the shade As twilight’s tired echoes fade… Today at 01:59 AM Subject: The wish that lost forever. Replies: 0 Posted By: backstreetdreamer Views: 4   The moonlight painted pictures On a mist embroidered night, Like dancers on a curtain When their movements meet the light, And each movement masqueraded With such symmetry and grace, Every dream that ever wandered through The smile upon your face. Then the wine glass that you lifted Shone with such a crimson fire, Like the ruby tinted renaissance Of dreams that we desire, And a single diamond trickled From the heaven in your eyes, And its sacred presence touched me With a sense of soft surprise. As our lips met in that instant I felt such a sense of pain, Like a wish that lost forever In the mist embroidered rain, Where I saw you in the moonlight And I felt your tender touch, For I just could not remember Anyone I’d loved so much. Then I sensed the curtains closing And I felt you move away As I stood within my silence There was nothing I could say, For the moonlight painted pictures Faded slowly on the air, Leaving only the impression Of your presence drifting there…