Biography of Robert Kallend
16. English. Live in Basel Switzerland
Robert Kallend Poems
To write a poem one must be truly inspired, so write it for the girl you deeply desired. think of words that describe her well, like pretty and interesting, jolly and swell.
The Circle Of Life!
Life. A circle, a quickly resolved cycle, to which we all meet the same outcome, We spend our lives waiting. For the day that the reaper removes us from this world. The mind, a constant learning machine that gives us skills, Always learning, always working until its day of expiry and so too does it die.
Silence Is Golden, Ignorance Is Bliss
silence is gold, ignorance is bliss and so too is a good nights kiss. you count my words one, two, three and realise that this poem is for thee.
In her eyes a brightness I see, Glinting happily right back onto me. The brilliant turqouise blue of her eyes, As clear and as sharp as the mid morning skies.
Where Do I Stand?
Solitude, depression, endearing pain. Such misery brought upon by these now previous yet yearned for moments. The belief that we love each other in the balance. Yet perhaps the fine line shifting between love and lust is now but one. Time drifts on and so too does the knowledge that these lies will keep us together.
It all begins with a simple feeling, The Love, the hate this sense, leaves me reeling. You do not know what you do to me,
What Is Death?
Death is the end of all living things, The Beating of hearts, the flapping of wings. What is the point of life at all,
All That's Left Are Memories!
A memory, that single recollection of you and me, Fiery and powerful within minds grasp, Keeping me sane through nights of darkness, As no longer do you lie next to me,
Intriguing things are those which come from deep within us, An understanding of complexity to which no one fathoms. Emotions, dwell behind all and remain foremost important in life, As without these precious, invisible diamonds.
The inspiration now lacking in mind, The torture that I now hold, crushing and painful. How I wish to hear words of joy, no longer escaping Behind impassive, silent mouth.
Smile For The People!
Reality, the sweet disease that we strive to ignore, Ever intruding as those who seek to mask themselves, Remain shadowed behind smiles of lies. Behind anxious eyes the true sight of discomfort,
Everything For A Smile!
Once it starts it never stops, The feeling of elation it never drops. When I see you begin to smile, I know that this is worth my while.
Three Little Words
Never have questions, never have doubts, About the feelings you think about. Look at what you want and look at what you've got, Before it ends, quicker than a guns deadly shot.
A Poetic Tale
What exactly do my words entail? so listen carefully to my poetic tale. You count my words one, two, three, And realize I wrote this poem for thee.
The inspiration now lacking in mind,
The torture that I now hold, crushing and painful.
How I wish to hear words of joy, no longer escaping
Behind impassive, silent mouth.
Anger growing to that of peaking point,
The silence long, never changing. Leaving me with this understanding,
That no more will bright eyes be mine.
Frosty and blank against pulsing sky,