Robs Poems - Poems about Robs

...On that soon arriving Beama's Holy Judgment Day Will we be facing the Son of Man, very sorry and Afraid? Or will we be jumping up and down, singing And shouting praises to our glorious Heavenly Ki......Read the rest...

...Living Well — Dying Well precepts of destiny bookends of fate (Dreamsleep: February, 2024) + — Patience and time Courage or fear Pleasure then pain Smiles and tears Future and pas......Read the rest...

...Mind Games Poem Lionel Derbyshire Pack away the day Lay back lay back Park.. It is nightime Wait the exit wounds Here comes the game's To mock and bother And the mind Beguiles you as ba......Read the rest...

... When I was a child, I wondered Was deep sleep, death? Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation? Waking up, I found the people around me were the same I was the same too, not......Read the rest...

...What is this thing that nags your mind And robs your hopes until you’re blind? It owns you now. It owns you next. It drains your soul until you’re vexed. Your life becomes a money wreck From s......Read the rest...

...Death kills not despair emotion found in Hell nor does it kill wrath against life imperfect kills driver's chance instead to turn wheel to gratitude gear before bodyless descent down s......Read the rest...

...The system is breaking their backs; the system is stealing their frock. I woke up this morning in the midnight hours after taking a nap for only one hour, I had no appointment or assignment,. I ju......Read the rest...

...Destiny good Destiny bad Destiny bring out the Best in Me Destiny know I ain't got a phone She give me one call me incessantly I met a hooker named destiny she gave me a johns phone You try t......Read the rest...

...10-20-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ autumn serenade autumn spreads her wings arias of tawny hues ~ summer drifts to sleep amber moon rises p......Read the rest...

...Blood! My blood, your blood, our blood running in this place, No name to tell a story, just an innocent face. A mother’s voice echo with the cry of pain, And another child’s blood is spilled in va......Read the rest...

...Grumpy, griping all the time, Out of work without a dime. Seen around the town a lot. They call him Sir Frowns A Lot. Used to work for the city, Paid off, laid off, what a pity. Caused his wi......Read the rest...

..."Nugatory" my teacher did decry, As she threw my story up in the sky. "Why must you write and hand in futile tripe?" The comment itself, an offal snipe swipe. At the break, I rushed to the libr......Read the rest...

...When the muse forsakes me, my quill runs dry; then songs of joy, of rhyme, of imagery expire from my drained pen, though write I try, as hollow strains dull my verse's symmetry. How ......Read the rest...

...Ask Our Dear Lord For His Divine Advice When your soul is troubled and life seems bad Your nights vexing and your attitude sad Look to high Heavens and begin to pray Let your broke heart spea......Read the rest...

...Pain is a cruel and vicious thing That grips us tightly in its sting It gnaws at us both day and night And makes us tremble with its might It starts with a twinge or a throb And quickly turns ......Read the rest...