Brie Carter

Rookie - 0 Points (March 12,1994 / Dalton)

The Robot - Poem by Brie Carter

Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A handsome boy with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep his head above
A way of life devoid of love.

Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
he chanced upon a robot tall
And said, 'Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need.'

'There's not too much from me to learn, '
Remarked the robot, in return.
'Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain.'

'No matter', spoke the maid. 'No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into...
Protection from a stone cold floor...
For this I ask and nothing more.'

Agreement made, he took his hand
And lived the life that he had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding his with understanding
He made his smile with humorous wit
(As her restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, he came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.

'I love you, robot', he at last
Replied when several months had passed.
'You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel! '

'If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more.'

'Go, then! ' cried he. 'I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all! '

The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life...
That lovely lady was my wife.

The robot, of course, was me.

Comments about The Robot by Brie Carter

  • Fay SlimmFay Slimm (6/27/2009 2:48:00 AM)

    A really fine poem Brie - -and the narrative is without a doubt a very well thought out stage by stage expression of your talent..... do keep writing....10 and much more for this - - Fay (Report)Reply

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  • Eyan Desir (6/26/2009 6:33:00 PM)

    Are you really 15?
    good job

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  • Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (6/26/2009 12:43:00 AM)

    im adding ti to my favorite, and i never add poems to my favorite.. you are a better poet than I. i said it before i read this and well. i say it again. you are an awesome poet. awesome.. i can't believe it. you are soooooooooooooo awesome (Report)Reply

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  • Rob Bishop (5/25/2009 11:42:00 AM)

    Agreed... I've just been reading much of your stuff, that covers a wide variety of topics and this is one of the best!
    keep up the good work 10

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  • Tanya Stanford (10/6/2008 10:22:00 AM)

    Wow this is really good. Can't believe your age..... this is right up there with some of the best poetry works. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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