Poem By Robert Lawrence

Everyday of my life I wait for that special girl.
The brightest of angels, the most promising spirit.
But she lies on the other side of the island. Separated
by a river of impatience. It flows forever just like the thoughts
in my mind. Disturbing thoughts and trembling dreams.
Accompanied by an undeveloped picture.
It was never perfect. Just like my life.
But when I look into it I see
the brightest of angels, the most promising spirit. And then the book closes. It contained all the memories we could have shared. Those undeveloped pictures. The spirit promised
me it would get developed. But the promise was broken.
And that's how we got separated. Inches from the Photo Shop,
my fate in store. The earthquake breaks the island in 2.
The pictures crying the river of impatience.
And I'm crying. I never saw her. I was too lazy and slept in
when time was crucial. I still need sleep.
If I wasn't so tired, I'd run after her.
Because at the rate she's running not even my dreams can catch her.

Comments about Pictures

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of LAWRENCE

Toy Soldiers Walking

I see the soldiers walking, their heads held up high
Through the hills of no return they ride, guns in the air
A simple game of cowboys and Indians, just like the kids have played
Though the kids had no idea, that green soldiers can stain red


Could I take an apple from a tree
and hold happiness in the same hand?
A hole – would its depth satisfy me?
Or should I dig even deeper?


Are you an angel?
Did you fall from the sky to save me?
Then I must be a demon.
A messenger of darkness.


I’m a prisoner, locked behind the bars of reality.
Reality is the devil.
Watching me work, watching me bleed.
Reality’s cruelty gives birth to a dream.

Blind Wanderer In A Dark Forest (Sonnet 10)

Children fall in rains of December
Autumn leaves turn silky and soft
They make me think and try to remember
What light this world has given and lost

Forever Lost (The Wall Of History)

I’m walking in a dark alley.
Can’t even look eye to eye at my solution.
I see markings in the walls- and in my heart I know
they were there for me.