Brett Roberts

Rookie (April 15,1988 / Vermillion AB)

Brett Roberts Poems

1. Sail Away 3/21/2009
2. Story's End (Pt.1 Of 3) 3/21/2009
3. The Repeating 3/21/2009
4. Untitlted...Sept 15,08.8: 29pm 3/21/2009
5. My Last One For You! 3/21/2009
6. A Universal Love 3/21/2009
7. Not Another Sad Poem 3/21/2009
8. A Promise 3/21/2009
9. Present Time 4/29/2009
10. Black And White 5/4/2009
11. Nowhere Left To Run. 5/7/2009
12. I Think Of You 5/20/2009
13. Shes Standing Next To Me 5/28/2009
14. Luminous Forever Glowing 6/3/2009
15. Reasons! 6/8/2009
16. Think 6/10/2009
17. Scrambled 6/17/2009
18. College 6/17/2009
19. One Day 6/17/2009
20. My Path? ? 6/18/2009
21. Free Hand 7/1/2009
22. Engagement 10/12/2009
23. Meet Me Here 10/13/2009
24. Crush 3/13/2010
25. Each Other 6/14/2009
26. Four Women 7/5/2009
27. ~~~~~~~feeling~~~~~~~~ 10/7/2009
28. Connection 6/8/2009
29. Call Me Crazy, Call Me Name, But I Still Love You! 5/19/2009
30. The Working Man 3/21/2009
31. Miscellaneous 3/21/2009
32. Home 4/5/2009
33. Glass Doors 5/25/2009
34. Crash (Drinking And Driving) 4/5/2009
35. Journey 5/4/2009

Comments about Brett Roberts

  • Janell Cressman (6/16/2009 7:04:00 PM)

    an amazing poet! ! a very kind and nice young man, a guy who has an amazing way with words and writing from his heart!

    Keep writing man, never lose who you are! !

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Best Poem of Brett Roberts


Words of compassion fall from her lips.
All she wants, is what she fought so hard to have.
Crumbling down in front of her once loving eyes.
Waiting for the day that she can love and be loved.

A hard realization of the truth staring her in the face.
Washing all of her love away from you.
Taking steps to find herself, so the hurt may fade.
Taking it day by day, her smile begins to shine.

A trek down a rocky road, my her heart guide her in.
An unbreakable love, shattered to pieces.
Time will pick up the piece’s and mend her broken heart.
Finding a ...

Read the full of Journey

Sail Away

Sail away with your loving heart, she said, “she will never step ashore again”
Compass in her hand. She’ll lose the map on how to get back to me.
Here I lay on this deserted beach, the sun beating on my now empty heart.
Pondering ways of how I can light a signal. So she can find her way back to me.

As loneliness, my reminder punches me in the face. I deserve all the hurt.
Never wanted to be the wind in her sail, that blew her away from me.
A category 5 hurricane can be amounted from all

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