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 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
I'm  Home

I got my own place today
And I did this without you
Turned the key and unlocked the door
And saw the empty rooms

The empty rooms reminded me
That although you wont be here
I'll have a chance to fill the rooms
With memories I'll hold dear

I can paint the walls with colors
Brite and pleasing to my eyes
Cover up past pain and hurt
Now knowing I'll survive

I can look out each new window
Or look in and see the views
And never see a memory
Of the times I spent with you  

I will place my pictures on the walls
Let your memory fade from view
And rearrange my future
To allow for something new

This new place I have will be my home
Where new memories will be made
It all began when I turned the key
As I walked in today

I'm Home
I'm Home


Carl Joseph Roberts 
I tried to show the emotion and hurt and at the same time the healing. I also wanted to stay true to both the physical as well as the emotionaal move.
 Apr 2014
Red Bergan
The storms have come.
Rolling through the world.
Bringing rain,
Light, Power.

The storms have come!
Rejoice under their wings!
Brilliant light has come today.

Powerful Electricity.
Power in the Storm.
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
yes, Yes, YES!

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
You give me what I need the most
A release from my long day

Your boldness just amazes me
The coolness of your looks
I wrap my hands around you
And gently pull you to my lips

All my friends they wish they had you
They admire what they see
They want to have you with them
When they see you're here with me

Your seduction starts out slowly
Anticipating whats in store
My feeling of excitement grows
And I want you even more

The head you give it wont last long
I'll feel your wetness on my tongue
Then close my eyes and take you in
A guilty pleasure till I'm done

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
And when that moment finally comes
Guinness Draft is what I'll say

Carl Joseph Roberts
It's beer people, just beer...lol. And just what were you thinking this poem was about? Get your minds out of the gutter and leave some room for me..lol
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
She Wants To Have The Talk

She says she wants to have the talk
I know im in trouble now
I try to change the subject
But she brings it back around

The talk she wants is special
At least it is to her
She says it is important
And I should hear her every word

She says she'll be right over
That she can start the talk right now
I tell her I'm so busy
And right now im out of town

She tells me that im lying
She knows that im inside
She's been watching me for hours
Been sitting in my drive

Speechless I dont say a word
Then I hear her at the door
I hide inside my bedroom
Under clothes piled on the floor

I hear her come inside my house
She is getting closer now
She says that she can see me
That I should slow my breathing down

She takes my hand and sits with me
Looks straight into my eyes
Tells me just how much she cares
Has feeling deep inside

She says the love she feels for me
Has grown stronger over time
But she must now move forward
It is time to change her life

I say now wait a minute
I cannot lose you now
I can give you what it is you want
I am ready to settle down

She bows her head and I hear her say
Is this the real you
Are you sure you want to settle down
Is it what you want to do

I say it's what I want the most
My decision has been made
Thats what I want to happen
And I need her to please stay

She looks at me and smiles
Says we can set a wedding day
I cant believe I fell for it
She played me like a game

At the talk she is the master
Of getting what she wants
Now married with three kids in school
I LOVE HER VERY MUCH


Carl Joseph Roberts
Nope, im not married but I imagine this is what it will be like...lol. I will hide, hide and hide but when that day comes again, if that day comes again, im sure my life will be like this. Umm, without the three kids in school cause im past that.....lol.
 Apr 2014
Gladys P
The*  fixed  stars  twinkled
Upon  the  sky,  le­aving moon
With  angelic  *smile
 Apr 2014
Gladys P
Spring*  *leaves  soft  whispers
Singing  deep  into ­ the  night
Until  morning  *light
 Apr 2014
Marian
Spring feels like summer even though
Playful breezes stir the tall green grass
Rich red soil feels warm beneath bare feet
Irises hidden in the forest bloom unnoticed
Never do the birds more sweetly sing
G**oodbye to ice-cold winter
Hope You All Enjoy This Poem!!! :) ~~~<3
Will Try To Write More Poems As Time Permits!! (: ~~~~~~<3
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Perfect Not Vain

How lucky can one man be
To be as good looking as I am
Handsome and with muscles
I must be the perfect man

I cant believe how great I am
Fantastic in every way
I know you must be jealous
Dont blame me for being great

It's hard to be who I am
With this brain as sharp as mine
When you think about what I have
You'll wish you could have my life

Dont hate yourself for not being me
It's a curse to look this good
Each morning just when I wake up
I must admire my own good looks

I see myself in the mirror
And think what a gorgeous man
How can I be so **** cute
And stay as humble as I am

Now I wont sign this poem
For that would be just vain
Plus it could be that I'm dreaming
And I really need to wake

Carl Joseph Roberts
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LOL
Its my dream, I can see myself however I want. I choose to see the perfect man that I am..lol
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Fear

They say that fear's a bad thing
But I know some fear is good
It makes you change the way you think
From the way you usually would

It can make you run from danger
Or stop you in your tracks
Allow you to protect yourself
From what you know is bad

The fear that you will hurt someone
Is what makes you bite your toung
Knowing you can't take back the words
Once the damage has been done

You can fear the future or the past
And not allow your life to change
Or face your fear and understand
You choose the path you take

So the next time that you're feeling fear
Know it could be something good
Fear can be the best part of life
Once its understood
FEAR


Carl Joseph  Roberts
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
When Goodbye We All Must Say

Today I saw my mother
She seems so tired these days
She knows that she is very sick
Still she says it's all okay

She tells us to not worry
There is a time we all must go
She talks about the plans she's made
And the things that we should know

She says that when her fight is done
And she has given all she can
She knows she'll then be ready
To meet her journeys end

We tell her to keep fighting
Dont give up on her life
Inside we know her journey
Must have an end in sight

I dont know really what to do
For this woman I so love
She has raised five children on her own
And not once did she give up

We tell her that we love her
And pretend that we dont see
This disease that has taken her
And dropped her to her knees

I love my mother very much
And want to take from her this pain
I dread that day I know will come
When goodbye we all must say

Carl Joseph Roberts
I have no idea how much longer we will have as she has been on Dialysis for so long and has gotten so much worse. No longer able to walk or catch her breath, I hope she still has many years but I realize that she is getting worse each month. Still I know that only God has a plan for when any of us go. So if I have lapse in writing it is because I want to spend as much time with her as I can.
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
The waiting time

There's a waiting time of each day for me
Not like I've know before
It's a time of day  when I lay and wait
For my heart to find love once more

Its a time of day when I make believe
That you are still here with me
You made my world lovely and bright
It was the way I dreamed it would be

I want to feel the touch of your hand once more
For in that moment I find
A remembered warmth that we once shared
A closeness of spirits and minds

I see your smile and I hear your voice
Its as plain as if you are here
It makes all of the sorrow and grief I have
Somehow suddenly  disappear

So please, please let me go on pretending
For that is the only way I can bare
For without you the silence surrounds me
And turns my waiting time to tears.

Carl Joseph Roberts
Divorce stage two, when that person you loved has left but someplace in your heart you think they will soon come home, come back to you. You hope that this is all a dream so you pretend they are still there.
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Would you mind if I took a break
From writing my short rhymes
Will you say you'll miss my words
That my poems touched your lives

Will I even be remembered
For one poem that was read
Have I touched someone deep inside
With something that was said

If I took a break for just awhile
And enjoyed a week or two
Would you say you understand
Go do what's best for you

A spring break could be just the thing
That I need to clear my mind
I must take a break and get away
To rejuvenate my life

Carl Joseph Roberts

Be back in a few weeks I promise,  just got a crap load of stuff to do.

Carl Joseph Roberts
Just a short break for work stuff. A full time job plus now I have 3 houses to rehab  and get ready.  I'm not sure exactly how long but I promise I will be back.  Hell maybe the pull to write will call me back sooner then I think.
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
A Bottle Full Of Whiskey

He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass

As he set there on his barstool
In his eyes I saw regret
He talked about the life he lived
How he wished he had it back

Would drink straight from the bottle
Just to make the numbness last
The story of his lonely life
He would tell to all who ask

He talked about lifes lessons
The mistakes that he had made
Said he lived with regrets
For things he cannot change

Thought the view from the bottle
Would help to make his life more clear
But the bottle got the best of him
And wasted all his years

He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass


Carl Joseph Roberts
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