My Son's Poems 2 By Robert Roper
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My son, Robert Martin Roper, wrote these in his teens. I found them last night, so I had to place them here on Poetry Soup for safe keeping.
Mine own son
God, did bless me
sunshine that's mind
mine own heart's petals bloom
joy i did shed while i did see thee
in mine arms wast w'rthwhile
lullabies sung as thee didst lie in thy crib
meaningful mem'ries as i beholdeth into thy eyes
et'rnal sunshine is still mine own total joy
By: Eve Roper 1/14/2021
Striving Through Horror Pain
By: Robert Roper
Striving through horror pain
The total peace for me to find
Was letting go to clear my mind
It was that simple
I just had to open my eyes.
As true as everything holy
At night I’ll look to the skies
Embracing the healing moon light
Brings peace in my eyes.
Trying to get lost
In the earth’s beauty God gave
But he gave one more beauty
Embedded in my mind
My heart I gave.
As I sit alone
Diamonds glistening on the lake
I beg the lord
Please seal my fate.
A soft wind
A gentle mist
On my body
I can feel your kiss.
Dazed and mesmerized
It wasn’t enough
My body tingled
I could feel your touch.
I couldn’t take it
I cried out hoping you could hear
As the rain started to fall
I could feel your tears.
As I opened my eyes
That’s when I realized
My peace
My heart
My soul
My life
Where in hear eyes
Striving through horror pain
The total peace for me to find
Was letting go to clear my mind
It was that simple
I just had to open my eyes.
To Halona
By: Robert Roper
I can’t stop thinking about you.
You are too good to be true.
Those are words,
I never thought I would say,
I can’t stop dreaming of you.
In my mind your essence stays,
But my hart,
It reaches for you,
And in my arms,
I wish for you to lay.
Your skin is like the water,
Flowing so smooth and so soft.
I can only dream,
When you touch me,
It feels Just as soft.
Soft as the peddles,
Growing from the stem.
When you feel my heart beat,
Your body glows,
And glows again.
Just the tingling sensation,
Will lead my hands,
Threw out the night.
Every curve and inch of your body,
Painted in my mind.
Your physique is so right.
Like my hands where a paint brush,
And your body was my canvas.
Looking upon you,
A perfect masterpiece,
Was in my sight.
You say you might keep me warm,
Please feel my kiss.
Let me prays upon your body,
Why I don’t sleep
By: Robert M Roper
It gets hard to dream anymore
Lose sight of what’s real and true
For a moment in time
What seems to be perfect
And what happens to a few
Nothing more than wishful thinking
Self pride said that shouldn’t be said
Take what life gives to you
And not the stories you read
Time is the taker of life
But makes us grow to be strong
Makes us who we are
And where we belong
It is our teacher
The joy but mostly the pain
Letting us live for something more
Making us cry in vain
Many nights
I laid there and dreamed
Waking up in a warm sweat
I no longer see
What I dreamed for
Will it be real
Only the life taker time will tell
Should I be waiting
No
My heart hurts to much
For now and forever
I will never wait for
I will never dwell
Let me show you sensual bliss.
Let me do to you,
How your body makes me feel,
Weak,
Selfless,
And nothing else exists.
Halona I can prays over you,
Throughout the night,
But I would rather just show you,
Let me hold you tonight.
My son, Robert Martin Roper, wrote these in his teens. I found them last night, so I had to place them here on Poetry Soup for safe keeping.
Mother's Day
Happy mothers day to the
most amazing mother and
grandmother that the Lord
blessed upon this earth.
You have always been the
heart and the love of our
family the strength when
we needed it and the light
that keeps us looking into
the future with our heads
up no matter what
happens. Your children
and grandchildren hearts
beat with so much love
because our hearts came
from you. Love you so
much mom and not just
this day but every day that
has ever past in my life
because not one day
alone is enough to
recognize the amazing
mother you are but to me
every day is mother's day
because of the love you
have always given to us on
each one of our waking
days. Love you mom
5/9/2021
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2021
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