Poetry Books
A Kiss
A kiss, when he finds his life, outside, in her life. Sleeping with her, forever, as long as he could....
Critters, Creatures and Creations: A Book of Poetry
David Fox is a true inspiration. Despite being born with Cerebral Palsy and having suffered from mental illness in his 20's, David has written poems for children and adults for over 20 years. His poetry has appeared in Bell's Letters, Ceremony, Great South Bay Magazine, Humoresque, The Oak...
The Faded Dreams
This book contains my English poems selected by me at random.
Death Sting
Death sting is a contemporary take on a subject which most of us would prefer frankly not to think about. To embrace death and see it for what it is, and not be intimidated by death is vital to our emotional wellbeing. My verses deal directly with death in its mainy forms from child cruelty to...
A Goddess of Death
A dark goddess, watching over all the death she sees, tending over the death of others at the neglected vision of her own. A touch, giving a black to what she sees.
The Silver Sun
A silver sun among a black flash. A lost part of life, when a black flash comes. The silver sun goes down. A sunset in black.
Conversations After Midnight
Life sucks! How did we end up like this? What am I doing here anyway? Nothing ever changes! This is a collection of poems that explore the hard questions...this is a collection of ideas that were born in suffering. Yes, this a challenging read...yet, in the end, there is also inspiration and hope...
Love and Sadness (All You Breathed, I Can't Breathe)
The Sadness of love. Breathing, coming to an end....with her loving colours. A sad, new year....with no of her loving breath
The Golden Life
A life of gold, born heaven. A island, where death and love is shared by two. A heaven, he and she loved. On his nights, he dreams of her reality.
The Dreams (The Night Outside)
Outside, he dreams with her.... in the night. Dreams of purple grass, dreams of a gray life, dreams of sadness, dreams of the colour of wind, dreams of losing colours, dreams of summer, dreams of spring....Dreams of the past.... She holds hands with me, and we look up at the night, outside.