Biography of Nick Rohner
Average guy living an average life with an above average mind.
Nick Rohner Poems
Here, This Hill By The Lake
As I sit on the hill by the lake, I dream, I dream of a place far away Where the sky is brilliant blue
One-Thousand Two-Hundred Ninety-Two Char...
I'm to old And you're too new; This life of love, will never do.
I have sought you in class and in the halls In restaurants and shopping malls, At early dinners and late lunches And on trains and city buses.
To see your face, my heart, it skips a beat. Your words, a gentle breeze, do kiss my ears. I am you, when your eyes, my eyes do greet. Together, here, erases all my fears.
Remember me. I remember you. Time has passed And distance grew.
Long Time Lost
It's been so long since I've kissed your lips Since I have felt your cheeks with my finger tips Since I felt your heart beat with mine Since you held me and said 'everything is fine'
Jordan And The Devil
Preface: I know this is poemhunter and this work isn't a poem but i wrote it for a class an i wanted to post it for everyone. Enjoy(i hope) I was a normal man, living a normal life. I enjoyed listening to rock music while I worked. On Sundays I would give God his dues and I strived for happiness. Happiness hasn’t found me so easily recently. The best way to describe my life is to compare it to the rain, I welcome it’s refreshing, new life as much as I despise its darkness. My rain hasn’t been a light drizzle, though, more like a harsh hurricane. The howling winds have ripped through me leaving deep scares. The flying debris has stayed with me and with every one of these storms I feel myself changing. I am becoming more and more weighed down and beaten; broken. Recently I have found myself drifting off like I was on a raft, caught in a strong current. I feel like I space out, loose all touch with the world. I create a new world, my world. In this world I am the puppet master, I can decide who stays and who goes, what I keep and what I leave behind me. Happiness is found more simply in this world I control. This euphoria doesn’t last long; soon it is back to my small town in Kentucky. It's back to my broken life of despair.
Your face still on my walls Your words still in my ears Your taste still on my lips This longing in my heart
Jumping, bubbling, babbling brook Flowing, rushing, beckoning me to take a look Ice cold, crystal clear Erasing all my fear
I remember you.
Time has passed
And distance grew.
Distance makes the heart fonder,
Watch, my mind begin to wander…
Somehow, I see beyond all those lies