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The Last Leaf
She sits by my grave and waits The last leaf has not yet fallen She knows that I am here, me, waiting We have united in blood, she has tasted me I am in her and she in me, waiting The last leaf has not yet fallen, waiting Waiting for me to awake and join her until the last leaf does fall
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Goth Love Poetry Poem Robin
Eternity
Looking into the mirror I now live forever
My cold image reflects off into the void
and there I now live
Yelling into the canyon my voice speaks forever
Its echos bouncing off into the void
and there are my screams
Flying off into the void I now sleep forever
My spirit spreads eternally into the void
and among the images and screams
I now rest
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Eternity Death Void Poetry Poem Robin
Love Transcends
The stroke that laid him to the floor
Did not come from steel
A rebellion deep with in him
Broke the kings scepter
Still I love him for what he was
And deep inside what he is
With mumbling voice he commands
With regal spirit
But Those that know not his kingdom
With laughter mock him
Still I love him for what he was
And deep inside what he is
He died that day the stroke did fall
But not his spirit
It lived on for years to come
One day it left him
Still I love him for what he was
And deep inside what he is
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Love Death Stroke Poem Poetry Robin
Loving me darkly
Love's a knife that's freely given
Pain is proof of life
In the hand so soft and gentle
Let me fill your cup
Cutting quick look deep inside me
Know me to be true
If love is real then pain abides
Never to accuse
How can love be so unproven
And considered real
Cut me now and know love truly
Proven by my steel
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Love Dark Poem Poetry Robin
A Funny Little Creature
One night while sleeping soundly, it doesn't happen often
I was nudged awake, from a dream, I think her hair was auburn
I rubbed away silky skin, and crystal peals of laughter
And looked around for who was there, reaching for my glasses
Seeing nothing round about, I settle on my pillow
But all the time I tried to sleep, I heard a silent whisper
There seemed to be a nagging truth, one I had forgotten
It hung upon the night time air, the scent of it was cloying
Now there was no chance of, returning to my lady
I lay there in the night time, and listened to the whispers
As I listened closely, I felt a little shiver
With a shock like lightning, I felt a little nibble
Hands clawing at my ear, I felt something quite sticky
Clutching in my fingers, I guess I tried to kill it
As I squeezed more tightly, it simply slipped away
Turning on the light, it stared at me intently
It had a thousand mouths, but only one could open
Eyes it had a plenty, none of them in focus
Its body seem amorphous, always changing shape
It had a single ear to hear, whatever might be spoken
With a sudden jump, it landed near my ear
Before I even yelped, it pierced me like a spear
Then I heard the whisper, softly telling secrets
Even though I listened, it seemed they contradicted
In my mind a picture, of this funny creature
Each secret that it told, demanded a new picture
With each change of aspect, it used a different mouth
I tried so hard to get the gist, of this conversation
Giving up the struggle, I lay back on my pillow
Feeling its importance, still I could not follow
Feeling my confusion, begin to swirl around
With all the contradictions, which one of them was sound
All the pictures whirling, I listened in the silence
A truth became apparent, when added to the balance
Each secret that it told, matched its changing picture
The story all the same, it was a matter of perspective
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Truth Poem Poetry Robin
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She
Posted On 02/05/2011 01:23:36
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She
Like a soft gentle rain on a warm spring day
she covers me
Pearly drips of passion fall and join together
A downy blanket on a cold winter night
She covers me
Soft warm folds of passion that comfort
Ocean waves that quickly swell
Ocean waves that dance and play
Ocean waves that crash like thunder
She covers me
Hot summer sun that soaks into my soul
She covers me
A warm bath after a long day of work
She covers me
Sudden laughter breaking a frozen sadness
She covers me
And while I sleep in unending silence
Quiet, darkness, stillness, eternally
I am not left alone
She covers me
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Saturday Sound Love Poem Poetry Robin
The Tyrant
Sitting on a throne alone he is the one
Feet with wings to fly beyond
Our ability to reach
With his scepter he commands the universe
Dancing to a tune and verse
He has written and he sings
In robes he looks so kindly on his subjects
Dancing as if they respect
His melancholy singing
Each with hands stuffed in their ears still dancing
Whited eyes wide and rolling
Fear that drips to his delight
A tyrant's grin
His face alight
All his captives
Know his might
An old man with no clocks
Ask him the year, the month, the day
He shrugs
Putting his feet up on the rail
The soles of his bare feet are
Soft and white
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Tyrant Poem Poetry Friday ByWays Robin
Divide the Waters
Strike deep, love is not lukewarm
Neither then is the hate
Passion should be hot or cold
Why bother?
Run me through don't just wound me
Would you see me suffer
Does hate run so deep as that
Have mercy
Is there pleasure in my pain
Does that somehow repay
Did I somehow steal what you
Gave freely
Did we not share love's waters
Mixing them together
One plus one when added right
Still is one
Strike our love now hard and fast
You pierce not me but us
Your blade divides the water
Now made two
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Love Poetry Poem Robin
A Freeze Dried World
It is a freeze dried world and a cold hearted hell
Just add water for a steaming cup of brew
Drink it down quickly now, there's another cup waiting
Waiting in the car for McFriends with McHoney
Just add water for a steaming cup of brew
Money buys everything get a heart for a bargain
Waiting in the car for McFriends with McHoney
Don't worry if it breaks you can always get another
Money buys everything get a heart for a bargain
Mass production lines stamping out hearts by the dozens
Don't worry if it breaks you can always get another
Hearts come with little knives for emergency use
Mass production lines stamping out hearts by the dozens
Drink it down quickly now, there's another cup waiting
Hearts come with little knives for emergency use
It is a freeze dried world and a cold hearted hell
Robin Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
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