Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
...
The truth hurt, nothing to atone
There were no lies
Moving alone
Dancing with tears in my eyes
...
Don't fear the Reaper
Another sleep only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun.
...
There she stood in shoes of Red
Dressed in Black!
Broad brimmed hat!
Respect for the departed
...
If I were a painter!
I would paint a picture of you,
If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
...
Winter cold we are born
One of strife
To this we are sworn
This, the cycle of life
...
Elusive as a butterfly
In your voice I hear you sigh
The beat of it's wings
Your voice to me it sings
...
Dreams are for fools and poets
Let the dreamer dream
And the poet write
And let us mere mortals pine.
...
Streams full and rushing
Young boy splashing
Wellies wet, dashing
Water lapping,
...
I lay cold and pale
In a casket made of wood
Six foot hole awaits
In a world where I once stood.
...
You take My words
Brushes in hand
Blank canvas on stand
The curve of a woman
...
I was your distraction
You were mine
With satisfaction
I found you divine
...
In the quiet, still morning
Of calm waters and painted skies
A tall story waits to be told.
Here to unfold.
...
Red Rose! Frozen!
Roses by the dozen
Cold start
Petals encrusted holding ones heart.
...
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As My Guitar Gently Weeps
Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
Waiting to be held
Arms wrapped around
Waiting for the caress of fingers
For passion to make it dance
To feel fingers press and glide
To make this old instrument young again.
A love song to play
The player to sway
A lover long lost
Never forgotten
To bring to life
A song once sung
RG/NB
Robert Green 's page is like a magazine supplement, many light & gentle poems are there to cater different minds & tastes...he writes about various topics n themes, but in a lucid diction, easy to get involved in...he has acquired tradition and that's why he composes in rhyme-patterns...it's always a light pleasure to visit this page...