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Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


The inside of a mind is quite fragile

When broken one can only become


One can’t hear nor do they even try to listen

Anger gets in the way

Often ones only desire becomes revenge

Which means infliction of pain towards anyone in their way

Love hurts

Life hurts

Hearts sometime heal

Sometimes hearts don’t if the mind can’t/won’t allow it

Don’t get swept up in the art of self-destruction

The road is a lonely one, which often has no return

Bittersweet Love Affair©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


Bittersweet my is my love

For the man I pine away for

My lonely days and my lonely nights

Are filled with thoughts of grandeur

I’ve held my own for so long

That time no longer has a meaning

The colour of day blends into the colour of night

The sounds I hear ripple painfully through my

Aching bones

I won’t despair

Because I only care

For the moment that I know that you are nearing

My body awakens

At the idea of your presence

I’m suddenly alive and impatiently waiting

As I hear your footsteps slowly approaching

I can barely contain my excitement

You arrive

To stand by my side

And suddenly my world

Is on fire

There’s no longer a reason

For a bittersweet love affair

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Wea the Pants

Forever his, Forever hers©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


There once was a boy who told me I was beautiful

My best friend was jealous and she said he would soon break my heart

Every time he came around

He didn’t want to leave me

Somehow she would always sit in between us

But he didn’t seem to care as long as our eyes could meet

We’d hold hands behind her back

We would cross our legs so our feet could meet

She finally decided she could no longer be bothered she walked away

Giving him a chance to hold me close

Almost inseparable

We parted for night was suddenly upon us

We carried on for 6 months

Till we decided we had to be together forever

She said it wouldn’t last

But we knew she just couldn’t be happy

For her heart had been broken more than a time or two

So before we could marry

We promised we’d find her, her own beloved

Someone who hold onto to her heart forever

So we took the time wandering both near and far

Till will came across the perfect man

To both our chagrin he seemed to appear much like my very own dear

So 6 months later a warm June day

We two couples stood amid the willows

Joined by the Minister who gladly wed us

We all walked off together into the sunset

Never to be seen by sadness again.

The Image©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


Not Prim

But maybe proper

Straight laced

Wouldn’t be my place

I can say however

That you won’t catch me swearing

Because they (the people) would all be glaring

And everyone, who’s anyone, anywhere

Would know about it

So this also means that

I would never take what wasn’t mine

I’d never disagree with the majority


When my family has a fight

It’s done on paper and not with words

So no one will overhears something they would be willing to share

With the entire neighborhood

I certainly don’t want to

Stand out like a sore thumb

So everyone who is anyone

Could stand glaring


My family would be labeled as trash


Banned from all things social

So when I walk out the door

I make sure everything is in place

Just so I can fit into this place

And have a trace of a happy life

The Image is clear

Or I wouldn’t be here

Hard at work


Trying to fit in

Will You Save Me?©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


on the cliff

There are steps that I must take through this dark and empty place.

I wish you wouldn’t follow.

For I’m not sure if I’ll see tomorrow.

But maybe if you can reach me before it’s too late,

I won’t have to take the journey that might call for my end.

Would you take the time to save a friend?


Would you let them go so you’re off the hook and would no longer have to bother?

This all feels so wrong.

But no one has given me any other choice.

The walls are crumbling down around me.

The pressure is overwhelming.

I turned to you, but you’re not really there.

I’m hoping and praying, you’ll make the time, this time

Dear Readers:

This poem is offered in light of a recent story about a young man taking his life

when he felt he had no one to turn to, and when he did turn to someone, they didn’t try to stop him.

I beg of anyone out there, please help that is crying out for help.

Don’t urge them to take their own life. They are crying out because they want to be saved.

No matter how bad things are, there is always something better ahead even if you can’t see it at the time.

The River©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


The river is no longer still

Its ripples lye frozen to its floor

Waiting for the months of Spring

To bring upon the Winter’s thaw

Skaters flock to glide freely upon its surface

Since swimming and boating are safely tucked away

The trees stand bare and limp from the harshness of the cold

Until Old Man winter lies on its snow frosted layers

We daydream of the moment when we’ll see each tree bloom

No matter the season the view remains just right

We take it as we see it, faults and all

The vision is one of beauty and its such a wondrous thing

Soon it will all be in the past

So we are grateful for these moments when we can appreciate the view