Robert Gold

poem by Robert Gold

The Piano It was a cool summer evening, when me and a friend were taking a walk Whenever we were together, all we ever seemed to do was talk Hours and hours, paying no attention to the clock However, I let her talk the most, bec... Read more

poem by Robert Gold

Never Empty: Never have I seen this place so empty Never have I seen streets so bare Never have I seen so many lights turned off Never have I seen so many people lifeless Never have I seen so many trees grey Never have I seen ... Read more

poem by Robert Gold

God is a Ghost God is a Ghost An ungrateful host Who clouds the minds of many And leaves none for plenty They say he is all powerful and all good Yet, there are young black men shot dead in our neighborhood They say lov... Read more