Devon Poet Anthony Personal Message

Devon Poet, Artist, England

Heart of a broken Man, New Day, New Way 

AKN Anthony Newman

The blog has now been established from 2018 but I have been writing since 2015.

The goal was to help by expressing my emotions hoping that it would assist others going through challenging times.

I thank all those who have engaged in taking the time to look at the blog poems that have been posted and for the private messages that I have received.

The art shop on Etsy is now established and progressing well. A contribution from the sales goes to various charities. ANArtshopByAnthony. There you can find Cards and artwork for sale reasonable priced, 

Again a big thank you, it truly means a lot.

Regards,

Anthony 

AKN 

A Mourning Dove

A morning dove,

Set free,

Flew away from love,

Heading into the glowing sun,

To feel the radiant glow,

Upon the wings,

As the dove begins to sing,

With a shadow upon the land,

Carried far from where she began...

 

Drifting With Time

Drifting with time,

As days pass by,

The full moon comes and goes,

Influencing the tide,

Days of highs,

Days of lows,

A story of life,

As we grow,

A Drifting Heart

The Message

The lips spoke the words, 

The message could not be heard,

Lost in the moment,

Upon the face of the dial,

But understood,

As time moved slowly,

By the movement of the hand,

From a present moment,

To the future,

As the blind mice ran......

Dance In The Sand

To dance in the sand,

As the sun began to shine,

With lapping waves caressing the beach,

Drifting in mind with a tidal flow,

Like a message in a bottle,

Not sure how far it will go,

For on a beach,

It's easy to dream......

A Tear In The Eye

Standing on the shoreline,

Thoughts drifting with the tide,

Foot prints in the sand,

A tear in the eye,

Looking at a division,

The sea and the sky,

Fixated by a rising sun,

Each day as time goes by....

Tears from an eye

 

Watching The Hands

Its seems funny,

Watching the hands,

Moving in a clockwise direction,

As time goes by a second at a time,

As a human we move with it,

Memories will lapse as the movement goes,

Watching time pass,

As we age in the process,

With every second priceless as we grow old,