Jane Winters Rogers : Writing

The last dance

The last dance

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


The Last Dance There's a misty valley that beckons me Are you waiting in the valley I hear myself Cry, I run into the mist calling your na..
Fantasies of a lost love

Fantasies of a lost love

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Fantasies, of a lost love With eyes closed now I see Your face before me, please Wait for me I cry, as you turn And pause in mid air, I am Su..
Old Man Running

Old Man Running

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Old Man Running When I look into your hooded eyes I see the Pain brought on by years of distress, chased by Your own demons, you can find now..
Time

Time

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Time unaware of passing time I Wait , I see you walk over a bridge, I watch As your blue eyes shine and you Call my name....Marie! Marie!. ..
Feeling lost

Feeling lost

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Sent from my iPad Begin forwarded message: From: Jane Rogers Date: December 8, 2015 at 1:28:52 PM EST To: "[email protected]" Su..
Christmas is a time of joy

Christmas is a time of joy

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


The Spirit of Christmas is Gods Great Love Cold and shivering little nose turning red, she held Dads' hand as he led the way across snowy Field..
Goodbye Sister

Goodbye Sister

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Goodbye Judy Time stopped the moment I heard The words " she's gone. The room I stood in, I felt grew Darker when her breath stopped. I leaned ov..
The Dark Prince

The Dark Prince

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


The Jezebel I have met a dark prince at night he's On the prowl,, you can bar your doors And windows but he'll get you any how For he get's insid..
Night Thoughts

Night Thoughts

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Night thoughts The years have taken their toll we who love you have now grown old...., shedding tears,... remembering when you walked away, (standing..
The Flagstone Path

The Flagstone Path

A Poem by Jane Winters Rogers


Flagstone Path A far off slamming of a screen door, now a creaking of a gate.....foot falls on a flagstone path, make his presence heard, although I ..

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