Biography of Robert Lawrence
Born in a loving family, I discovered early talents in guitar playing at age 9. At that time I was active in Tae Kwon Do and Cub Scouts. Later I discovered a talent in poetry, or I just started writing poems on a constant basis. Either way, I have always wanted a place to belong to...
Robert Lawrence's Works:
Pieces of Withered Stone
Robert Lawrence Poems
Everyday of my life I wait for that special girl. The brightest of angels, the most promising spirit. But she lies on the other side of the island. Separated by a river of impatience. It flows forever just like the thoughts
I’m a prisoner, locked behind the bars of reality. Reality is the devil. Watching me work, watching me bleed. Reality’s cruelty gives birth to a dream.
Waiting In The Sunset (Sonnet 7)
The moment I hear the waves crash and tear At the walls of my shelter, slowly worn Slowly giving way, with little to spare Little to gain from the old, dead and torn
Blind Wanderer In A Dark Forest (Sonnet ...
Children fall in rains of December Autumn leaves turn silky and soft They make me think and try to remember What light this world has given and lost
Everyday I wake up wondering who am I? Where am I? What’s my purpose in life? Everyday I wake up, lost in a world I’ve never seen before. I feel like I’ve never lived, but never died.
Toy Soldiers Walking
I see the soldiers walking, their heads held up high Through the hills of no return they ride, guns in the air A simple game of cowboys and Indians, just like the kids have played Though the kids had no idea, that green soldiers can stain red
What would a business be, if nothing was there? Every brick has its purpose, and no builder is too small. What would it be like, with the windows too dirty to see through? The window washer fired, the cleansing water evaporated.
The World I Left Behind
I have always been tied down by chains and tree branches But I just kept doing what I felt, I spilled my heart Only for myself, because I knew it’s all I had With my heart I painted memories, fallen and sad
Forever Lost (The Wall Of History)
I’m walking in a dark alley. Can’t even look eye to eye at my solution. I see markings in the walls- and in my heart I know they were there for me.
Are you an angel? Did you fall from the sky to save me? Then I must be a demon. A messenger of darkness.
Could I take an apple from a tree and hold happiness in the same hand? A hole – would its depth satisfy me? Or should I dig even deeper?
Far And Beyond (The Endless Skies)
I know about the rivers and streams Heard about the lands and seas Rumors about the lakes and ponds But shouldn't we think far and beyond?
Why Not Love? (Sonnet 8)
I ask the stars a curious question 'Why do you dwell in the night sky? ' It's just a thought, just a suggestion; but what if you can answer why
I’m a prisoner, locked behind the bars of reality.
Reality is the devil.
Watching me work, watching me bleed.
Reality’s cruelty gives birth to a dream.
A dream that I’m out of here.
A dream that I’m with the girl I always wanted.
The crack of a whip snaps me back to reality.
My dream is gone.
Swallowed by the jaws of reality.