Biography of Robert Green
Robert Green Poems
As My Guitar Gently Weeps
Stood in the corner gathering dust Steel strings Pitted with rust Loose and untuned
Dancing With Tears In My Eyes
The truth hurt, nothing to atone There were no lies Moving alone Dancing with tears in my eyes
Don't Fear The Reaper
Don't fear the Reaper Another sleep only deeper Your toil is done No more midday sun.
The poets words, Of the heart For a love, lost! On deaf ears
There she stood in shoes of Red Dressed in Black! Broad brimmed hat! Respect for the departed
Trees And Dreams
Wooden soldiers Tall and strong Guarding woodlands In rows so long.
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
Streams full and rushing Young boy splashing Wellies wet, dashing Water lapping,
Poets And Fools
Dreams are for fools and poets Let the dreamer dream And the poet write And let us mere mortals pine.
I was your distraction Maybe you were mine With satisfaction I found you divine
Slip into cool sheets under the cover Two people meet You and your lover
Paintings By Fliss Iv Painted Words
You take My words Brushes in hand Blank canvas on stand The curve of a woman
Bag Of Bones
Just a bag of bones
At which life throws its stones
Time passes, I hear them creak
If only they could speak
Ask now! Before it's too late
Of their life and fate
I hear them groan
Against life's pressure
Against others measure
Am I just a bag of bones?