Robert Kallend

Rookie (30/12/1994 / Hammersmith)

Robert Kallend Poems

1. L.O.V.E 4/27/2011
2. Late At Night! 4/27/2011
3. Forever Sorry! 4/27/2011
4. When I Am Dead! 4/27/2011
5. Being Alive 4/27/2011
6. A Poetic Tale 4/27/2011
7. Three Little Words 4/27/2011
8. Everything For A Smile! 4/27/2011
9. Smile For The People! 4/27/2011
10. The Utility Room Of Shame! 4/27/2011
11. Letting Go 4/27/2011
12. It's All About You! 5/1/2011
13. True Affection 4/27/2011
14. A Wall Of Masks 4/27/2011
15. Dreaming In Reality! 5/25/2011
16. In The Dark 6/14/2011
17. Never Content! 8/28/2011
18. Lonley Hearts Shatter! 8/28/2011
19. One Life! One Chance! One Goal! 8/28/2011
20. Setting Sun 10/24/2011
21. Heads Held High 11/14/2011
22. Sigh 1/22/2012
23. Inspirations 4/27/2011
24. Emotions 4/27/2011
25. Simple Feelings 4/27/2011
26. All That's Left Are Memories! 4/27/2011
27. What Is Death? 4/27/2011
28. Where Do I Stand? 4/27/2011
29. Bright Eyes 4/27/2011
30. Silence Is Golden, Ignorance Is Bliss 4/27/2011
31. Casanova 4/27/2011
32. The Circle Of Life! 4/27/2011

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Best Poem of Robert Kallend

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.
Eyes, a pair of lenses that allow us to see the world for what it is,
Once poisoned and blinded by society’s pull is the world once more but dark.
The heart, the centre for our emotions, the feelings, the life support.
Why is it that we can break it so many times and ...

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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,

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