Robert Cowley
Bio
A passionate writer of Poetry, always have been and want to expand my horizon by writing short stories.
“The depth of your will determines the heights you can reach”
R.J. Cowley
Stories (16/0)
Dear Punctuation
Dear Punctuation, Without Question, when times are Marked by trouble, you're the one I always Colon when Dots(the odds) are stacked against me: When there's an absolute Apostrophe with no eStimated damage to my Prized Personal Possessions... Your Name
By Robert Cowley12 months ago in Poets
Yah’s word
picture of the poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
This Heart
picture is the poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Lamb
picture is the poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
They’re gone
image is my poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
Chains of Doubt
the image is my poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
You’re Powerful
the image is my poem :)
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
Raymond
Raymond There was a talking parrot, he was the grandfather of all talking parrots, the original annoyance, and his name was Rambling Raymond. This colourful old talking bird would not quit yappin’ “yappity yap yappity yap” all day long he would proclaim, he even annoyed himself so much that his own ears fell off. That is why all parrots have no ears like they used to, they used to have ears like us humans but thanks to Rambling Raymond they don’t anymore. But in the end Ray excelled more and flourished more than most of the other anti-talk parrots and it wasn’t long after his children were born that they too started talking, but now they were talking and you couldn’t get them to halt chatter, this generation still had funny looking human ears.
By Robert Cowleyabout a year ago in Poets
