Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Oct 2012

Tumbled

Everything is lost.
No joy or sorrow.
Wayward hope and security,
A loss of earth’s fragrance
Dignity not borrowed.
Elegance a word placed,
Only for lawful sanity,
Yet, no change.
Spiralling thoughts,
Entices the fall,
Of a drenched hole,
That is raging for peace,
Yet the hollow cries,
Makes the wait steep.
The free fall of a heartless cry,
Invokes the passengers,
Passing by.
Only for their tongues to be stapled,
By their emotions that despise.
A heart room full of laughter,
For the envy of the joyous folks
Causing brevity,
That feels of endless torture,
That is remote.
So speak ye loved one,
The time that greatness arose,
For love is the free fall,
But the story of the tumble,
Has never been told.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Oct 2012

To Love I Cry

Past possessions,
Of an altered ego,
Display themselves gently,
On the highest roof top of the square,
Swaying themselves gently with the wind.

Whispered thoughts,
Of their inanimate minds,
Creep into the creativity,
Of the world’s implemented desires,
Capturing and poisoning the human mind.

To look is without faith,
In breach of a contract,
That is perfectly indefinite,
To the things that we can’t reach,
In the end they are perfectly intangible.

Like love,
To whom the soul cries.
Though we can’t see,
Emotions we imply,
We feel.

Tears of jubilance,
Tears of war,
Tears of courtesy,
Tears of envy,
Tears of more.

To take the time,
To tell the tale,
Tells thee,
That tears travail,
Today.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Oct 2012

To Love Me

To love a person,
It doesn't make sense.
To many limits,
Yet hardly any boundaries.
Your footprint is covered,
By the ocean in the sand,
There is no trail,
No mark of your love.
It’s insignificant,
Beauty hardly seen.
The amount of effort you give her,
Your energy is drained.
Take your life supply,
Of blood away from you,
It circulates,
How could it ever leave.
Unless, wait,
Until you bleed,
There are speechless motions,
That can’t be seen.
Eyes run wild,
Fingertips gracefully,
Wanting to fulfill,
It’s desires.
But in the midst of the night,
Daring towards the peek,
Of dawn,
Your there.
Standing looking at me,
But you don’t move.
In a parch position,
You stare as if I’m your prey.

No gift in disaster,
No heartache in love,
No pain in the darkest part,
Of a long wait misery.
Nothing but just,
You, yourself,
The dark,
And your mind.
Well and the figure,
Staring at you from,
Across the bed side,
Eating into your mind.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Apr 2012

The Color of Tears

Green, Brown, Red, Blue and Clear,
Are the colors of their tears.

Earth cries.
The Sky Sings,
The heart Swallows,
Air the wind brings.

Contaminated silence,
That creates joyful pain.
Disguises itself into dusty shadows,
Which forms cannot be contained.

Innocent pink lips,
Yellow enchanted bruises,
Taste the beautiful innocence,
Of sparkling black scars.

So break the gold,
Of my shattered heart.
So that I may entice you,
With my tears.

Take me away,
And let me drain,
Beautiful raindrops,
That expresses my fear.

Rainbow delight,
Is what you would see,
If you delight your face,
In the inner me.

I am the enemy.
At least that is what you said.
But you feel and taste to,
The color of tears.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Apr 2012

Love Bird

I’ll fly away with you,
Into the evening sun,
Which beauty will be a memory of tomorrow.

Into the sky as high as we can go,
I’ll love you forever,
The passion of my wings will show.

Beautiful colors,
Of your feather,
Trickle down the inner web of your wings.

Freely you fly,
Into the depths of the setting sun,
Where I cannot follow.

I look out my windowpane,
Only to bring pain to my soul,
To see you fly away and diminish my heart.

Faintingly I hear your song,
As you emerge your body,
Into the setting sun.

Then there you are,
The painting on the wall bitter sweet,
Flaws and all.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Jan 2012

Summer Days

Summer days won’t be summer anymore.
No more time for play.
Occasionally drink;
No,
Nothing from the lips,
The heart will not say.
Entitled thoughts,
Only a fool with think,
In those day.
But you will be dwelling in the past,
Every summer day.
There will be no now,
For tomorrows.
Not even a candle lit sight,.
Romantic evenings bring darkness,
And over cast skies,
Not even light,
Summer days are now darkened,
But yet shows simplicity,
The affair is over,
Candle lit gravity.

© Robyn G Neymour

Robyn Neymour Sep 2011

Midnight II

Count me to the rivers that cry in the moon lit nights,
That drowns in the solace of midnights terror.

Crave like the ravens that are driven by hunger,
Seek to take away my essentials that enables me to live.

Cry hunger to my wounded soul,
That is cursed by the terrors of thorny clouds.

Capture my thoughts by scornful bushes,
Drenched in anger, in rage.

Cast the spell of love,
To defeat me.

So that I may die,
In evanesce.

© Robyn G Neymour