Robin Bennett

Rookie (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Robin Bennett Poems

81. Life, My Two Faced Friend 7/22/2012
82. Off In Lala Land 7/22/2012
83. Captive Rage 7/22/2012
84. A Fool's Bet 7/22/2012
85. The Good Wife 7/22/2012
86. All I Hear Is Quiet 7/22/2012
87. Seek, Dream, Eternity 7/22/2012
88. Mental Illines Is Not Catching 7/22/2012
89. The Good Die Young 7/23/2012
90. House Of Cards 7/22/2012
91. The One 7/23/2012
92. My Fair Lady 7/23/2012
93. Lying Promises 7/23/2012
94. Oblivion 7/23/2012
95. Little Girl Lost 7/23/2012
96. My Sad Reflection 7/22/2012
97. Coughing Up Death 7/23/2012
98. I Think I'Ll Fold 7/23/2012
99. Watch Me Burn 7/23/2012
100. Hush Child 7/23/2012
101. Bag Of Dirty Tricks 7/23/2012
102. Dust To Dust 7/23/2012
103. When Will I Rest? 7/23/2012
104. Littering Asphalt 7/24/2012
105. Friendly Fire 7/24/2012
106. Oak Alley Plantation 7/24/2012
107. I Know You'D Understand 7/24/2012
108. Not A Clue 7/24/2012
109. Magnolias And Moonlight 8/4/2012
110. Welcome To America 8/5/2012
111. It's A Dry Heat 8/9/2012
112. Frienzied Silence 8/9/2012
113. Encounters Of War 8/9/2012
114. Ashes, Ashes They All Fell Down 8/9/2012
115. I Envy Alice 8/2/2012
116. Sinner 8/2/2012
117. Imagine For A Moment 8/2/2012
118. Lady In Blue 8/2/2012
119. I' Melting 8/2/2012
120. Moscow Calling 8/11/2012

Comments about Robin Bennett

  • Subrat Pradhan Love-immortal Subrat Pradhan Love-immortal (7/30/2012 5:22:00 AM)

    Hi! Robin, hope u to be well. U probably forgot me. Try reading some of my new poems and comment. Thank u

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Best Poem of Robin Bennett

Cancer

How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
magazines in stages of disarray.
It smells like chemicals and fear,
and it looks deadly real.

Ugly pictures of a fisherman caught
in a raging nor' easter. Truly not a
well thought out metaphor, if I do
say so myself. The anti-cancer drugs
make the pale and weak thirsty,
not a water cooler in sight.

Daddy, how can you trust this
man with your life?
He's a supreme failure in ...

Read the full of Cancer

The Skeleton Coast

Lost wandering without a guiding hand
stumbling in sand and bones, along the
skeleton coast; hundreds perished
trapped in cutting sands, or shards of glass.
I was sliced apart either way...

When the heat grilled my body,
my defeated spirit shook in loneliness
white hot rays confused my thoughts

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