Stephen Westerland

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City: Sydney
Relationship: Married
Hobby: putting smiles on peoples face
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Frank Byrne commented on Stephen Westerland's poem, A lonely soldier on Feb 09, 2018 at 5:01pm.

Frank Byrne commented on Stephen Westerland's poem, Last Breath on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:58pm.

Frank Byrne commented on Stephen Westerland's poem, Hurting on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:52pm.

Frank Byrne commented on Stephen Westerland's poem, I remember on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:51pm.

Frank Byrne commented on Stephen Westerland's poem, Lonely leaf on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:44pm.

commented on Stephen Westerland's poem entitled, "Hands." on Apr 28, 2017 at 4:03pm.

commented on Stephen Westerland's poem entitled, "Hands." on Mar 05, 2017 at 8:36pm.

commented on Stephen Westerland's poem entitled, "I remember." on Nov 29, 2016 at 12:04pm.

commented on Stephen Westerland's poem entitled, "My Heaven." on Oct 29, 2016 at 3:25pm.

commented on Christopher Russon's poem entitled, "The flame that never dies.." on Sep 25, 2016 at 5:31pm.

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Watching your hair sway in the breeze It settles my nerves it put me at ease Hearing your voice is like a beautiful song When I look in your eyes you can do no wrong The touch of your hand the smile on your face It takes me awa... Read more

A lonely soldier

poem by Stephen Westerland

Standing in trenches Living in fear every day Missing those closest Thousands of miles away Fighting for freedom With death all around A soldier sits weary With his best mate Motionless on the ground Battles were fought In... Read more

Hands

poem by Stephen Westerland

I think hands are incredible things Clapping, feeling, or just wearing your rings We use them to hold things, or even when we talk They stay by our side, sometimes swing when we walk Everyoneâ€™s hands have their own personal... Read more

Hurting

poem by Stephen Westerland

Iâ€™m hurting My best friend is so weak Iâ€™m hurting He finds it hard to speak Iâ€™m hurting He sits in a lounge chair all day Iâ€™m hurting His muscles are wasting away Iâ€™m happy Whenever I see my... Read more

I remember

poem by Stephen Westerland

You hurt me When you sent me away Didnâ€™t want me around Wouldnâ€™t let me stay Left in the cold Sad and alone And when I called You never answered the phone It would have been nice Just to hear your voice You sen... Read more

Lonely leaf

poem by Stephen Westerland

I watched a leaf Fall to the ground Floating in the wind Not even a sound Sailing smoothly As it made itâ€™s way down Weightless and free The leaf was all brown No burdens or heaviness And no heavy load It came to a hal... Read more

Last Breath

poem by Stephen Westerland

My time has come Iâ€™m losing my breath Iâ€™m due for a visit From the angel of death But do not be sad Remember my life The joy that we shared As husband and wife The sad times the fun times The moments that last ... Read more

Life

poem by Stephen Westerland

Life is such a wonderful thing The joy and splendour The challenges it may bring When youâ€™re feeling down And ready to give up Along comes a friend To refill your cup Busy at work rushing about Head full of thoughts h... Read more

Light a candle

poem by Stephen Westerland

Watch it burn so bright A shimmering flame To brighten the night Sits all alone Throughout the day Lights up at night To show you the way When people see the candle It turns night to day It brightens their lives In every way... Read more

Tears

poem by Stephen Westerland

Tear drops are such mysterious things They show your emotions when somebody sings When there is happiness, sadness or pain When you crack under pressure because of the strain When family passes and it makes one cry No-one ever wa... Read more

Raining

poem by Stephen Westerland

Raining and thunder, Trees falling down So much devastation, With water all around Umbrellas ruined Turned inside out Wind blowing strong As people scurry about Long johns and jumpers But rain still gets through Not even fe... Read more