"robyn" poems
I've created a new genre.
Different strokes for different folks.
Colour painted memories,
Written on beautiful flowers
That blossom when only,
Visionary eyes can see.
I've created my own dusk to dawn.
Lost within time itself.
I wake up to the blessing of the morn.
I’m faded by beauty.
Counted by numerous
Living things.
I only can tell that my reality is real,
When your viewing from a distance,
Where you can’t be seen.
I’m distorted by the ambiance,
Because I can feel you’re there.
I’m lost;
Stuck to pins.
My mind’s unclear.
I’ve opened up to my dark soul,
To embrace your loving heart,
I can’t tell the traces,
Of a- once trampled on- broken heart.
So I will love you in defeat,
Until my eyes turn red.
Because I’ve counted many characters,
But your blood isn't theirs.
So I've opened up to beauty,
I lived with the dark,
Only to open up to someone,
That could take away my heart.
© Robyn G Neymour
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
Isn’t it interesting,
Or rather a complicated thing,
When we want something and get it,
But when we do get it,
We don’t want it,
Because we can cherish it no longer.
We love it and yearn for it,
Almost every day from a distance,
Then we hold it ,
And at that point,
It’s an everlasting memory.
Waiting to be demolished,
By our thoughts of tomorrow.
Complicated is it not,
When the heart wants to love,
But the mind disagrees,
And your body wants to give in,
But your soul won’t agree,
And your left to wonder in your subconscious.
Then you give in or you don’t,
You begin to ponder on the could’ve been,
Or I should’ve done it this way or the next,
And your mind becomes weak,
While your heart has already been,
From jump street fatally wounded.
© Robyn Neymour
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
I have a bad habit
of falling for
messed up people.
Maybe it’s because
my own sadness
recognizes theirs.
So darling, let's fall in love
and apart.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
Well, they got some of it right. Her grandmother did live in the woods and the girl's name was Robyn. But, she never owned a red hoodie. As a matter of fact, on that particular day, she was wearing a white dress with a floral print. Upon being frightened by a wolf, she reflexxedly pulled out her Bowie knife and gutted the poor thing like a fish. Then, she slit its throat to drain out its blood, grabbed the creature by its hind legs, and dragged it to her grandmother's log cabin. Upon arrival, Robyn announced herself. "Grandma, ya home? I picked up some dinner on my way here. Are you hungry?" Inquired the young miss. "I could eat a horse" replied her grandmother Tess. "Great" her granddaughter shot back, "I'll start a fire." "I'll bake some bread" replied Tess. And the two of them ate wolf for a week while telling each other stories and laughing and laughing and just enjoying themselves having a good time. The End.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
My girl is a superhero:
With one foot she snuffs the smoldering
Cigarette **** her depression lies in, and
With the other she staves the weight of a
Terrible job;
With her left hand she creates and makes
Beautiful things from a beautiful mind,
And with her right she craddles me,
All the while flying on the small vibrant
Wings of a robyn.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Sweet chocolate,
Rubbing across my lips,
The juicy taste of chocolate,
Deepening in my taste buds,
Fulfilling my crave.
I open my mouth wider,
To bite more of my chocolate,
And it disappears out of thin air.
No love to the man,
That found wisdom,
In the taste buds of his tongue,
To enrich us with different types,
Of chocolate not just one.
I’ve imagine the deep thoughts,
Of the desire it gives to me,
The words it would speak,
The way it would make me feel.
Not speaking about chocolate,
It’s not the obvious thing,
But the kiss of the kisses,
What joy it would bring.
The length of an Oh Henry,
Hanging from chocolate strawberries,
IT entices me.
Bring joy to my soul,
Expressed in a milky-way,
That would be me.
Hershey’s chocolate ready willing,
To give in to some white chocolate,
As it works the Kit-Kat,
While snickers delight in some Cocoa Beans..
I miss it not the chocolate,
Neither the wine, dine and grind,
Of the delicious chocolate delight.
I miss the missing,
To touch it, to hold it,
Would be new,
Because the unknown is to love,
For the mere fact that you never tasted it.
© Robyn Neymour
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
Heartache,
Takes blood,
Reveals pains,
That you never,
Even thought you had.
Mind boggling activities,
Enters your thoughts,
The pain of it,
Encounters your body,
And your mind controls your actions.
In this state you cannot think,
But you can.
Almost everything hurts,
Piercing to the skin,
Intrigues the darkest part of your heart.
Your just there,
In a dark room,
Contemplating alone,
To leave your heart,
To enjoy the emptiness,
That your mind plays with it.
In the end there are no thoughts of tomorrow,
No joy in anything,
You stand alone,
Only to feel your heart deteriorating,
From the fowl resentment thoughts,
Of your mind.
© Robyn G Neymour
September 2011
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:14 AM UTC
Love has no boundaries,
When it comes to you and me,
I’d rather break more limbs together
Than to climb the highest tree,
Without you.
Creativity you are,
In its highest prospective,
You are a ball player,
Somehow love has connected,
In our play time.
I’m sure you remember,
Scratching each other’s back,
We got so tired of each other,
The sunlight would dim,
Until our eyelids showed black.
Your laughter,
A joy it, brings to my soul.
Once it was annoying,
But annoyance turned into,
Memories that would be told.
You are a human being,
I’ve seen you shed a tear,
As your older sibling,
It only pushed me to be stronger,
So that I can show you how much I care.
I believe in you,
Your struggles and your efforts,
To overcome,
You are an inspiration to me,
Remembering you are God’s Son.
Positivity will never fall behind,
In a trail that you blaze,
Your footsteps will be the next mark,
Of the followers,
That you will raise.
It takes two to tango,
You handle us three very well,
You me and Miah,
A bond that no other three,
Will ever share.
So to you my kind-hearted,
Little "Big" brother,
Remember to love,
Because you are the product,
That was sent from above.
Love your “Little” big sister.
© Robyn Neymour
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
If I owned the world, I've give you the sea.
I'd gather all the birds to sing you a melody.
If I owned the world I'd pull down the moon,
just to see the way that it glows off of you.
If I owned the world, I'd move all the mountains
and form colonies of mountain people with mountain trees.
I'd let them know whenever you got sad, so each would
stand on these mountains at hand and shout to the sky
"Dear Robyn, spread your wings and fly".
But when I think real deep, and gather these thoughts in mind.
It's unrealistic to think I could provide you with all of these things.
I could wish from a genie, to let me to decide. How to treat a girl
who descended from the sky. All I have is this pen and paper at hand.
And all of these dreams without a plan. For now I can give you my hand to hold.
And these cold winter bones, and my eyes full of soul. I could give you the clothes
on my body too, and my heart whenever yours caves through.
I'm grateful for the times I have spent with you, I hope and assure there are more to come.
So for now, I will write these words and hope that you see. If I owned the world.. it wouldn't
make a difference if I couldn't have you with me.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
Mindless matters of the man filled with sovereignty.
Merry he was filled with sorrow and glory.
Universal he rises only to choke on the edge.
International he hid himself from speech.
So he got away on a boat that drove him insane.
Intervals came and the American he blamed,
For being a sociopath, killing is wife and taking his fame.
Things became basic as he floated on original keys,
And the waves danced while the sun became blind.
Love the action of a territorial move,
That causes every issue of life to become happy or dark.
Pain is the outreach that condemned his electronic heart.
The he laid in the “kool” breeze and everything was sound
© Robyn G Neymour
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 5:25 AM UTC
Inconceivable thoughts of an inhumane mind,
Lock itself away inside the master "Pandora's Love".
The tragedy that seeks refuge in time of knowledge,
Never reaches to the point of understanding.
The challenge of the Rubik’s Cube,
Seek for the capacity of an enormous IQ.
But isn’t it just
Isn’t it just,
A cube with colors.
The controversy of a married man;
The oxymoron of his tale.
Interesting is it not,
After Eve bit the apple,
Adam put her up for sale.
Its karaoke time,
Yeah,
Why do we sing other people’s songs,
And believing what they say,
When we have our own birth of songs in us,
We speak it every day.
Thoughts that challenge the mind most of us never say.
© Robyn G Neymour
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 4:10 AM UTC
Ani
Bob
Cat
Dido
E...enough said
Florence
Grace
Hank
Ice T
Janis
Kimbra
Lyle
Melissa
Neko
Olivia
Poe
Queen (this one is tricky)
Robyn
Stevie
Tori
U2
Vic
Waits
XTC
Yo La Tengo
Zak
Many thanks
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
Conquering the mind is the human that is unseen,
And we become victims of our thoughts.
Hearts' unable to speak,
Though their emotions burst out,
Like black paint getting thrown on white walls.
Then they call out to us "Color Blind".
Cool, challenging, optimistic thoughts,
Unable to defend the bruised eyes and the fearful fingers,
That brush gently along the rough edges of its challenge,
Success to the forgotten soul,
Rings like a loud echo following a vacant darkness.
Indeed the delight of brokenness,
Is treasured and stored in the back of the mind,
Calling out to its very best friend, “Hopelessness”.
Heart still unable to speak out loud,
Almost unable to move.
Then suction takes place.
The impurities begin to dance and mingle,
With those major veins in the heart,
And the bruised eyes,
Finally express the bed of painful roses.
Every gulp that is take,
Feels like rusty iron filled with ******
Sliding down our windpipes,
That feels like its directly to the heart.
A blizzard that we could never see our way out of,
Until it passes over.
© Robyn G Neymour
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 3:11 PM UTC
Concise, smooth
... in the mind's motor
Change the gears
... in the mind's motor.
Smooth transition
Up & Down
Forward & Reverse
The clutch
is not the crutch
the crucifix logo
on the bonnet
covering the forehead.
Pain on the dashboard
Diviners, decals or designators
Inflictors, innovators or inflexions
Pain on the Dashboard
Ignition, perception, cognition
waits for the turn key
in the soft tissue starter motor.
Turning indicators
flicker flash
amber red
there is no green.
Headlamps a dull glow
in the white hot agony
of the parking lot.
Robyn Youl.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
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
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 5:06 PM UTC
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
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
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
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 10:18 AM UTC
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
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
Me, myself never was good at picking a title,
For any poem or even the skit that I wrote.
I’d often struggle to entertain my readers,
By capturing their intriguing eyes with a title.
Though I thought I was unfortunate,
I thought of someone that would be,
In a worst case scenario.
This person is “I”.
Bitter sweet essence,
Of an unforgivable life.
“I” would often forget,
Its present and past within seconds.
“I” would constantly come in contact with “Remember”,
But often forget his friend “When”.
Life’s precautious boundaries,
Would never let “I” choose the course.
“I” would only have options life gave.
Instead “I” would only live to groan,
To become the victim of another circumstance,
Because “Remember” left “I” after completely forgetting “When”.
Sorrow passive to the soul,
“I” would speak about a unforgettable title,
That would only whisk away,
Me, and myself.
© Robyn G Neymour
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 6:33 AM UTC
The tempted touch of a beautiful red rose,
Caressing across your skin
At the midnight hour,
Only to remember the kiss,
Takes your mind eons away,
From the present gravity.
You miss the kind gentle touch of the sun,
Stroking against your face,
As you bathe in its warm delight.
The stars begin to come out,
As the sun sets in the western sky,
And become one with the end of the ocean.
Your telephone rings and you leap for joy,
It’s just another caller on the line,
Not the ghost you’re looking for,
You become completely unsatisfied.
You drop back in a daze as you reminisce,
On what was, or was it..
The mild breeze calms your soul,
As your mind begins to run wild,
Searching for those eyes,
In the twilit sky,
That soothes you when you’re angry,
Or lose yourself In the peace that it brings.
You cast away your soul,
Into the imaginative darkness great abyss,
As you linger,
Searching for the thing you can’t put your finger,
But the substance is tangible,
Making you feel an infinite source of defeat.
Then it’s there,
The thing you’re searching, for,
Staring you in your face,
You want to reach for it,
But the weight you carried,
Burned your feet but didn't deny your passion.
You finally compose yourself,
You reach out for it,
Then it disappears.
You laugh and sadness fills your soul,
For the joy that your thoughts brought,
Happiness reaches for your heart.
Tears begin to trickle your cheek,
And reaches out for your smile.
For the thing that you were missing once was,
The thing that you hold now exists,
Life is in front of you,
So hold the future and him you won’t miss.
© Robyn Neymour
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
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
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
Robyn, my dear friend, my sister....
Forgive me....
What I say is true..
I wish my words could have been heard in a different place, at a different time.
You are so precious, so beautiful, and wise....
You straighten peoples crooked paths
You invite people to dance through their hardships and smile in their best.
You are a gem, you are valued you are important you are blessed and beautiful...
What I was feeling... I did mean.
I felt like no matter what I said I was wrong...
But listen, that does not mean I don't love you, you are the world to me,
You are and always have been A sister to me...
We have An amazing bond ...
To many inside jokes to count..
Fifteen years going on sixteen,
You know me like noother as I know you:)
We tell eachother everything because
we know we can trust eachother:)
Forgive me,
Forgive me for the times I have hurt you, forgive me for the times I haven't been there to support
you and lift you up..
Forgive me for anytime I have ever turned agInst you and took someone elses side,
Forgive me if I have favored someone else over you.
Dont let people bring you down....
Dont let others make you feel like your less then who you are.
Dont let the harsh people craft you into something your not.
And I know your amazing at being yourself and it's beautiful.
Be encouraged by knowing God IS WITH YOU
He WILL stand hand and hand by your side,
And he will never ever EVER put you in a situation that you can't handle,
Meaning you will get through every hardship and every situation you are approaching or already in.
He has given you what it takes, he will provide the courage that you need to have.
I love you girl. I love you as my friend and my sister
You are amazing girl I'm here for you :)
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
A storm will travel through the night,
Through the day and its envious light.
Casting precious moments,
On a loved one’s soul,
Either lost or stories that will unfold.
Treasure peeks the storms eye,
Drifting through its trouble cry.
Sun light potentially darkening its day,
Mother nature worry,
For a different way.
Destruction at the tip of its fingers,
Moving through troubled winds,
Exhausting all its limits,
The storm decides to spin.
What seems like,
An everlasting storm in limbo,
Is just a walk across the street,
To another friend.
©
Robyn G. Neymour
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Sometimes someone comes along and sees..
I sit on boulders and they share visions...
I see for miles a light scape made of Terra's dream
So blown apart I am the indigenous spirit
Who sat here with me, decades ago seeing what
You migrate through
As maps becomes topographical
Multidimensional mind in me.
A Hopi Kachina offers a gift
I am too blind
But would have accepted Give-away.
In stone breath I hunt, but can't ****
As there is
No end to the soul of oneness.
In futility
I slay the part where you left me off
As
I press the air, water, your earth, the void
Seeking freedom again
Bloodletting the story of heart myths
That is fire
To find what is true.
I told you, you don’t know me,
As I am,
Unknowable as separation.
Desperation pulls a
A trigger by the enemy,
That is
The same fleshy bone matter
Diseased or living,
You are
made
Of no coming or going, in the doorway is pure awareness,
And we all walk through
The same dream
the same no thing
Since I am this beam,
Welcome home.
With blankets as wings they fly from this
Jagged dust torn cliff as
I stand here now and the elder knows
I am her, and told you a sacred story.
Take your chance wanderer
I have
Been here all along.
You are nowhere
With me
In this
Tribal dance...
Hell has no chance over my
Offerings
When this world
Is left,
Be with me
Kachina Wind-walker Rainbow Warrior
So I don’t have to go on alone in
Oneness no way can you
Let me go.
Robyn Keefover
4/24/2013
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Provide me the space,
To encounter your love.
Is there any reason,
Why I shouldn’t.
Mark the essence of your soul,
On my skin.
Your velvet touch,
Purifies my soul.
You lead me blindly,
You terrify my soul,
You corrupt my mind,
You terrify my thoughts.
Though I’m hanging;
Hanging on a thin thread,
That oversees my thoughts,
Understand my beginning,
And keeps my end away from me.
© 2011
Robyn G Neymour
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:58 AM UTC