Robert Powell

Robert Powell Poems

Self obsessed

Introspection, pride, and self-loathing
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There once was a planet named Earth
Which apes took for all it was worth
And when the rivers ran slick
With a poisoinous ick
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Colour and form, shapes and patterns
Is that not me?
A fortress, windows secured by battens
Is that what you see?
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Have you walked the untamed land
And swam the virgin sea
Seen where rocks are turned to sand
Breathed air that's truly free?
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These stark white walls give anxiety
And we know lifes spice is variety
Yet public buildings in totality
Are stark stark white
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Robert Powell Biography

West Australian artist, entertainer, and poet with mental health disorders. Success has yet to find me, but I've done a few years of stand-up comedy, been the MC for charity events, fashion shows and weddings, appeared in student films and a local mini-series, and am currently volunteering as a dj for Rockingham community radio station IPL Radio. I've been trying to make a living painting and selling art for the past three years, and I began writing poetry in earnest during this time, with the intention of creating a coffee table book of art and poetry.)

The Best Poem Of Robert Powell

Narcissist

Self obsessed

Introspection, pride, and self-loathing

Loving my hair and my clothing

Repressed

Outgoing, confident, and cringe

Living a life that others could binge

In love

Cared for, wanted and supported

That I have value is often reported

But shove

All these ideas back away

That I'm somehow a liar is a thought that will stay

Well versed

In travel, book and song

But tempered with the knowledge I could always be wrong

Well rehearsed

Spontanaity is a trait that I practice

An illusion of a free-spirit, but the fact is

Im Scared

Of the bridges I've burned

Or of losing a life that I have not earned

Unprepared

To be someone I'm not

Or of being myself, but what else have I got?

Self obsessed

I project onto others the motives I know

Whilst pretending that I am above the ebb and flow

Pre-possessed

To feel shame for the fame I desire

To say I feel unentitled would make me a liar

Self obsessed

It's a failing of creatives I try to resist,

But who else writes a poem of self, but a  narcissist?

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