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Robyn Robinson
@rrpoetry.bsky.social
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Hi, I am Robyn,
I write poetry for fun.
I hope you like it!
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i find it much easier to write about landscapes and objects than people and things like that
Slow-Dance: slow still silent air earth, must and mint aroma branches scrape jointly red, orange, yellow; sunset, reflection, wind; pine needles: excitable things, little things; openly dancing around, skipping, spinning, prancing warm wind; radiator draft, domestic blowing rolling-tenuous— tiny whisps— whisps— tiny whisps— whispers whisking pink— red-orange swirling spinning, turning twist-twisted-twisting-twirling itself inward-expelling itself outward-radiating radiating outward: red-orange caressing small soft light beams gleaming warmly— warming— warming slowly— warming slowly— buzzing slow— cold things do shiver— (shakers, shakers) in their warming, slowly warming— slowly warming— warm up— slowly, slowly— heat diffusing, distilling, slowly, slow, jointly—
January 13, 2026 at 1:12 PM
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i feel like i used repetition too much in this one
You Found Out You Were Fruity: monotonous— drumming your humdrum drum— beige lumps beige lump lumps, lumping lumps; lumping on you; beige lumps beige, beige lumps constant, consistent savory chew, bite, umami bite slightly sweet lick, vanilla lick, lick chocolate, lick slightly sweet lick strawberry lick mint chocolate chip at you, flavour-new— rise, rise up, ascend; sherbert sorbet, lick deep— lick, lick, lick lick lick lick, swallow— swallow flies, undulating up, undulating down, up, down, undulating, undulating vanilla notes, chocolate notes, strawberry notes you; you embrace strawberry; sweet, tart, jammy— red, fruity kiss tender, passionate, ardent aphrodisiac passionfruit, caress cold cream, warm turning over, apple turnover, apple tart, chewing, biting, fritter, apple, apple fritter— feast and feast on feast-us-all, just feast, just you, just— only— embrace, masticate— you— sticky, viscous— you— caress us, pulpous; squeeze, squish— juice lick, lick, lick, lick— juice, sticky— undulating— salty juice— lick, salt lick— found— blush-red, chip, stutter, stutter
January 8, 2026 at 12:53 PM
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it only really works if you know the original, that being ’The Old Pond’ by Matsuo Bashō
The Old Pond, Today: the old pond— a frog jumps in, no sound
January 5, 2026 at 6:29 AM
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i can’t stop writing about snow it’s just such a fun personable subject
Mountains: avalanche - snow falls soft, tender— swooping, waltzing lands soft, laying, settling down flat curiously waiting, watching— it gazes, watches, looks around, down freezes— frozen— frozen— frozen— awe struck— still— stuck— glances briefly, stopping— pink— pink, red-orange, green; sweeping soft, down flat white ice sharp punctures; inconspicuous sweet milky notes, cream; sugary, mellow vanilla— icy— sharp— ice— sharp— ice— sharp, sharp, sharp, SHARP ICE PUNCTURES SNOW soft fall, swinging- to, fro, laying, flat layer flat, avalanche— avalanche, avalanche,
January 3, 2026 at 8:24 AM
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poem i made in collaboration with my sister, and a poem my sister made in collaboration with me the sequel
Seat her cat curled up on her seat ready for their hourly rest which they thought couldn’t be beat they thought it was the best they woke up to a full-grown bass and they considered bragging but after thinking - found it backwards and hid it in a bag— one blink, two blink, three— blink— bugs— they awoke to a foul stink a thick stink, a stink slug not killed by salt, actually smells salty they slinked on to their snack each step getting smellier and smellier she had thrown it out, and they had slinked on back Seat by my sister I might have a seat Because I need a rest I could make a nice beat I’m just the best I’m pretty good at playing the bass I’m not trying to brag I’m going to walk backwards I’m going to buy a lovely bag I think there’s something in my eye I need to blink Oh there it is, it’s just a bug something stinks I think it was that slug It looks really salty It’s making me want a little snack That stench started getting smellier I think It’s time to lay back
December 28, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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poem i made in collaboration with my sister, and a poem my sister made in collaboration with me
Dogs have you met my neighbour’s dog my neighbour’s dog can do handstands yes, my neighbour’s dog can do many tricks and not just gymnastics either my neighbour’s dog can make sausage rolls and they can serve them too— of which i sometimes rob to feed to my dog— (and sometimes myself) and my dog is the best dog in the world Dog (by my sister) I have a cute dog He knows how to do a handstand I’ve taught him lots of other cool tricks Which trick should I teach him? “Either” I think I’ll teach him to do a forward roll I might teach myself too oh btw his name is bob because it rhymes with rob! I love my dog Bob is so special to me! He’s the best dog in the world!!!
December 28, 2025 at 7:19 PM
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made this poem today i like it if you want you can guess how i made the form again
an image of a poem that reads as this: The Way The Snow Falls: white cloud, white snow-fall white trees with dots of pine-green tree-snow fall on-ground - ice embracing, squeezing - not heating snow surfaces slippery, ice icing hemi-cake frosting clinging, clasping smooth mud enticing me; fat glutton— pudding, dessert, custard, cream, cake winter fills, gusts outward, blows outward - wind touching, tapping, tickling pines giggle, visibly laugh bricks, less-so, still chuckle— infectious delight i dance, we dance, he-she-they dance, dance all, all night, dance, prance— snowflakes slow-dance in darkness outside, inside, hallway, living-room warm blanket; cloud, snow, trees - printed imitation, oxymoron warmth
December 25, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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i am fascinated by the role of plastic in modern people’s rituals
an image of a poem that reads as this: From the Perspective of a Mass-Produced Plastic Christmas Tree: i am a mass-produced plastic christmas tree and i don’t have a single wonky branch i don’t even have shade i’m always there for the christmas mega-picnic i’m always there for you in your blanket people say i have a sort of ‘pattern’ but i only see one design; the same green colour the same green pigment the same mass-produced plastic material - and even though i’m made of plastic you can see the texture the texture on my surface the texture is a reflection, a reflection of the family, a window- a window into their christmas-life, a neat picture-frame i am the christmas structure i am the christmas tower one of many, in a skyline a mass-produced plastic horizon and despite that fact we blare our festive light, right until the morning; it’s our mass-produced plastic routine
December 23, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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uhh this one is about christmas in july because i didn’t bother to fact check
an image of a poem that reads as this: The One Day of Christmas on the only day of Christmas, my ex-love gave to me: an unwanted responsibility (in a pear tree, which isn't even seasonal)
December 19, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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i used a strange technique for the form of this poem, can you figure it out?
an image of a poem called ‘Festive Fancies’. the poem reads as this: sing! all around; sound— sing! bring the gift: carol! of song to those who cannot sing bring the feastings too bring turkey, roasties too! cannot go without food! tell them; be: glad, be here!
December 15, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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another one about sounds
the poem reads as this: Onomatopoeia: some things go bang some things go twang some things go boom some things go clang some things go vroom some things go whang i go shut up
December 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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They creep in through the smallest crack in the window, and then can’t leave with it wide open. Idiots.
[^ indicates the next word is in bold] the poem reads as this: Fly: that night i was trying to sleep everything perfectly, meticulously set and then there was the fly playing a squeaky clarinet that sound that makes me sweat that sound that makes me fret vvvvvvvvfvfvfvfv-^THACK what was that? vvvvvvvvfvfvfvfv-^THWACK this fly’s to fat when it hits the wall it’s like a baseball bat fvfvfvfv-^THONK like the ball, it hits the window flying high like it’s on indo fvfvfvfv-^SPLAT i’ve had enough of that and for the rest of the night i didn’t hear a peep - until the fan got a hair caught in it and my sisters started arguing and the cat got the zoomies and my mum started snoring and i started screaming
November 27, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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i’m back, to the joy of about three to five people
The poem reads as this: A Toast: standing up from my seat clinking my glass with a spoon, or knife, or some other utensil the lively atmosphere drowned out by surroundsound shushes [the next stanza is in speech marks] “i’d like to make a toast a toast to the newly bread in hope that things only get butter from here” jam, compote and marmalade murmur between each-other peanut butter and mutella hold each-other marmite crouches in the corner, grinning, teeth showing, eyes wide, huffing clinking their glasses of gin, wine and beers despite all their difference, they all shout “CHEERS” [the word ‘cheers’ is in bold and is enclosed within speech marks]
November 27, 2025 at 12:31 AM
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on fucking and/or pissing off
a poem by me called “on fucking and/or pissing off” [poem content begins here] i am currently fucking and/or pissing off right now i have been ordered by my mother to fuck and/or piss off it is unlikely this poem will rhyme as i am currently fucking and/or pissing off i do not understand what i have done to deserve this just a few moments before being told to fuck and/or piss off i was told that it was fine that i couldn’t currently do what was asked of me but now i have been told to fuck and/or piss off it has occurred to me that you may not believe me here is a quote: “all of youse can piss off” this although does not explain the fucking here is another quote: “you can all fuck off” i do not understand what i have done to deserve this i was told that it was fine that i couldn’t currently do what was asked of me just a few moments before being told to fuck and/or piss off but now i have been told to fuck and/or piss off as i am currently pissing and/or fucking off here is another quote: “you can all fuck off”
May 24, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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Haiku about that time my arm got stuck in a car door:

ow ow ow tffff ow
ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
ow ow aagh ahhh AAAAAAAA
April 19, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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i have no idea if i’m even writing poetry anymore but i sure do like it
piece of text that reads: it is not your fault that you do not know how to do anything - it is your parent's fault that they cut off all of your limbs (with safety scissors)
April 8, 2025 at 10:46 AM
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MONOFONTS
i like mono-fonts i like mono-fonts as well well i do not like mono-fonts we were not talking to you i do not like mono-fonts can you please go somewhere else i do not like mono-fonts i understand that you have shitty opinions but we do not want to hear them right now yeah can you please go away now no why because i do not like mono-fonts that does not tell us anything about why you are not leaving please either go away or stop being a bastard i am not leaving because i do not like mono-fonts bastard bastard i do not like mono-fonts we get it i do not wait wait wait i know this one i do not leave people alone and enjoy invading their personal spaces no it was i do not like mono-fonts
March 21, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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And now, a poem about the overall meaningless of human existence in comparison to the universe:

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March 15, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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i wrote a haiku
except i didn’t know i
had written a hai

ku
February 17, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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Poetry is a lot like signing a contract.

You write a word.
February 15, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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Acrostic
Coems
Rre
Oasy
Sf
Tou
Ion’t
Care
January 31, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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Two takes on “I’m a poet and I didn’t know it” from my perspective.

1. Everyone is a poet in my mind, you just need to be confident in yourself!!
2. Poetry isn’t just making a rhyme you idiot.
January 10, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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Guys you should vote for Writing on the Wall, I just think they’re cool and I totally have no relation to them whatsoever - I have no bias here trust me.
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January 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM
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i would like to write more poetry but i get stuck on the first part (the idea), so like if any of youse have an idea for a poem just say and i’ll make you it eventually unless i don’t like you haha
January 3, 2025 at 10:17 PM
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I’ve created two poems for the Holidays but I’m slightly late, no bother I’ll just post them now anyways. I’ve also now found that there’s a character limit so if there’s the odd image here or there you’ll know why.
December 27, 2024 at 2:13 AM