Submissions by rwkc
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2016 3:29am
24th Jun 2016 3:29am
No hope in sight.
The Lonely Prince, laid on his lonely bed, in his lonely castle, for months on end, all the while, dreaming of a beautiful princess, her name Monalisa, a ravenous maiden, from a faraway land. A beauty with hair as black as night, she entranced him with all her sight. Haunting his days and haunting his nights. The lonely Prince had no hope in sight.
© by Robert WK Clark
© by Robert WK Clark
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SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2013 1:00pm
7th May 2013 1:00pm
Rubber Band
I found a little rubber band it reminded me of you. Sometimes the little things mean more to me than you. My heart is true can't you see I love you. Add this poem as a page to our book so someday we can have a look. Just imagine the time i took writing this to say I love you. When I feel my heart you took. I stand here sadly and misunderstood.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 9:09pm
26th Jan 2013 9:09pm
Dear true love.
Dear true love, read this and feel bliss. I want to feel that with you, I want to see the sunset with you, I want to watch love stories with you, I want to laugh silly with you. I want your head on my shoulder as we sit on a park bench and reminisce about stories from our childhood, our future plans and our fears and our hopes.
Flowers and trees, sunrise and sunset, downpour and shine, laughs and smiles, giggles and tears of joy, bliss and lonely days, risks and fears, dreams and fantasies, aspirations and plans, photographs and memories, notes and little sweet nothings.
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Flowers and trees, sunrise and sunset, downpour and shine, laughs and smiles, giggles and tears of joy, bliss and lonely days, risks and fears, dreams and fantasies, aspirations and plans, photographs and memories, notes and little sweet nothings.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 8:32pm
26th Jan 2013 8:32pm
Shades of red and blue
Shades of red and blue.
With cheeks all a rose and a heart in two, her eyes are brown and her heart is blue. You say I’m a fool and can’t ever love you.
When you hold my hand my heart turns red, my eyes twinkle blue, all I want is to kiss you.
Long brown hair always looks good next to shades of blue, you say you will never ever kiss me, can this be so true?
Your heart was broken in two but not to worry I’m made of glue, it is now time to come see you.
Cheeks are all red your jeans are all blue, can I say I really miss you.
Eyes are brown...
With cheeks all a rose and a heart in two, her eyes are brown and her heart is blue. You say I’m a fool and can’t ever love you.
When you hold my hand my heart turns red, my eyes twinkle blue, all I want is to kiss you.
Long brown hair always looks good next to shades of blue, you say you will never ever kiss me, can this be so true?
Your heart was broken in two but not to worry I’m made of glue, it is now time to come see you.
Cheeks are all red your jeans are all blue, can I say I really miss you.
Eyes are brown...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 3:55am
19th Jan 2013 3:55am
I can’t win for loosing.
I can’t win for loosing.
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. You caught me and through me back in the sea, I try to come back. I was punished, why? You told me you don’t want a relationship, to find another?
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. I look for someone to see a movie. I was punished, why? You told me you don’t want a relationship, to find another?
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. I have a relationship with another. I was punished, why? You told me you...
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. You caught me and through me back in the sea, I try to come back. I was punished, why? You told me you don’t want a relationship, to find another?
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. I look for someone to see a movie. I was punished, why? You told me you don’t want a relationship, to find another?
You tell me you don’t want a relationship to find another so I try. I have a relationship with another. I was punished, why? You told me you...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 6:38pm
11th Jan 2013 6:38pm
Art is my sin.
Art is my sin.
The form of a woman where do I begin.
Frozen in pictures, forged from my camera.
Soft caresses molded from clay, moist and wet, I play all day.
A beautiful vision from the stroke of my brush, colors so vivid and full of lust.
Life size fantasies chiseled from stone, I include the dimples, she feels so tone.
Thoughts etched in words from the blood of my pen, for I love all women art is my sin.
© by Robert WK Clark
The form of a woman where do I begin.
Frozen in pictures, forged from my camera.
Soft caresses molded from clay, moist and wet, I play all day.
A beautiful vision from the stroke of my brush, colors so vivid and full of lust.
Life size fantasies chiseled from stone, I include the dimples, she feels so tone.
Thoughts etched in words from the blood of my pen, for I love all women art is my sin.
© by Robert WK Clark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 6:10pm
11th Jan 2013 6:10pm
The spark that ignites us all.
The spark that ignites us all.
A sketch is a creative spark, a swiftly executed freehand drawing of a vision and not usually intended as finished art work. Some sketches never leave this infant stage, and some work progresses to a finished rendering known as a drawing. A sketch usually contains a lot of air between the lines; it may be ephemera if you wish, and is typically a raw idea or a creative spark. Some of these sparks ignite in to final works, some lie dormant for years, while others are destroyed by the artist, never to be seen again. Every work starts with a sketch, even...
A sketch is a creative spark, a swiftly executed freehand drawing of a vision and not usually intended as finished art work. Some sketches never leave this infant stage, and some work progresses to a finished rendering known as a drawing. A sketch usually contains a lot of air between the lines; it may be ephemera if you wish, and is typically a raw idea or a creative spark. Some of these sparks ignite in to final works, some lie dormant for years, while others are destroyed by the artist, never to be seen again. Every work starts with a sketch, even...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 11:41pm
10th Jan 2013 11:41pm
I die… why?
I die… why?
I first kissed you, what to say, so many emotions came that day.
As we grew, my heart knew and gave its self to you, the day I said I love you, surprising you I do.
A lye? no not I.
365 days of love, but today confused in some sad way, you say in love? no way not I.
My love for you, still true, runs deep, so hard to sleep.
Every time I see your eye, I sigh, I cry, realizing you love not I.
Rejected, alone, sadden puppy as I.
Lost, wandering, abandoned, I die… why? you love not I.
© by Robert WK Clark
I first kissed you, what to say, so many emotions came that day.
As we grew, my heart knew and gave its self to you, the day I said I love you, surprising you I do.
A lye? no not I.
365 days of love, but today confused in some sad way, you say in love? no way not I.
My love for you, still true, runs deep, so hard to sleep.
Every time I see your eye, I sigh, I cry, realizing you love not I.
Rejected, alone, sadden puppy as I.
Lost, wandering, abandoned, I die… why? you love not I.
© by Robert WK Clark
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 11:39pm
10th Jan 2013 11:39pm
The Fish that got away.
The Fish that got away.
You always hear the story about the one that got away.
He was all of this or all of that is what they have to say.
Never realizing what they had that day.
Always after the one that got away.
Some day you might say I was that fish that got away.
Caught up in your net, you pull me in, you held me close.
Eyes wide open you looked right through.
Happy as can be, a smile from tree to tree.
Happy to have me, you jumped up and down.
Could this be the one I will keep around?
Life could never ever get better.
This is...
You always hear the story about the one that got away.
He was all of this or all of that is what they have to say.
Never realizing what they had that day.
Always after the one that got away.
Some day you might say I was that fish that got away.
Caught up in your net, you pull me in, you held me close.
Eyes wide open you looked right through.
Happy as can be, a smile from tree to tree.
Happy to have me, you jumped up and down.
Could this be the one I will keep around?
Life could never ever get better.
This is...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 1:26pm
10th Jan 2013 1:26pm
She is what I am.
She is what I am.
My true divine, my life line.
Hair as silk and lips as candy.
With a heart of gold, she is dandy.
Oh honey, touch me, hold me, love me, and some day marry me, indefinitely.
Spending eternity in unity.
One heart, one sole, we are in control.
I give you me, truly deeply, madly, entity.
For I am, yes indeed me, very strong and certainly all of me.
I love you most definitely.
Together dominating our pain and misery.
© by Robert WK Clark
My true divine, my life line.
Hair as silk and lips as candy.
With a heart of gold, she is dandy.
Oh honey, touch me, hold me, love me, and some day marry me, indefinitely.
Spending eternity in unity.
One heart, one sole, we are in control.
I give you me, truly deeply, madly, entity.
For I am, yes indeed me, very strong and certainly all of me.
I love you most definitely.
Together dominating our pain and misery.
© by Robert WK Clark
798 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 1:25pm
10th Jan 2013 1:25pm
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting, alone in the dark.
Waiting, for her to come.
Waiting, can she hear my cries.
Waiting, my heart is here.
Waiting, time gone bye.
Waiting, for a reply.
Waiting, phone to ring.
Waiting, voice so sweet.
Waiting, to hold her dear.
Waiting, lips so soft.
Waiting, a part of me.
Waiting, can she feel my tears.
Waiting, my true friend.
Waiting, my true love.
Waiting, to hear her thoughts.
Waiting, to see her eyes.
Waiting, for my woman.
Waiting, to tremble inside.
Waiting, to be complete.
© by Robert WK...
Waiting, alone in the dark.
Waiting, for her to come.
Waiting, can she hear my cries.
Waiting, my heart is here.
Waiting, time gone bye.
Waiting, for a reply.
Waiting, phone to ring.
Waiting, voice so sweet.
Waiting, to hold her dear.
Waiting, lips so soft.
Waiting, a part of me.
Waiting, can she feel my tears.
Waiting, my true friend.
Waiting, my true love.
Waiting, to hear her thoughts.
Waiting, to see her eyes.
Waiting, for my woman.
Waiting, to tremble inside.
Waiting, to be complete.
© by Robert WK...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 5:10am
10th Jan 2013 5:10am
In Search of My lightning.
In Search of My lightning.
All my life, I have always heard people say that “lightning does not strike twice in the same place.” The adage is true and I want to prove it. For years now, I have been a more than willing recipient of that lightning, and a thunderbolt to go along with it would not hurt. Here I am, lightning. Please strike me. The lightning that is real love, real love of a woman to go embellish my life, to breathe meaning to my existence, to put a smile on my face, and grace my every waking day.
Numerous events, twists and turns, and everything in-between in my life have...
All my life, I have always heard people say that “lightning does not strike twice in the same place.” The adage is true and I want to prove it. For years now, I have been a more than willing recipient of that lightning, and a thunderbolt to go along with it would not hurt. Here I am, lightning. Please strike me. The lightning that is real love, real love of a woman to go embellish my life, to breathe meaning to my existence, to put a smile on my face, and grace my every waking day.
Numerous events, twists and turns, and everything in-between in my life have...
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