All Alone by Carol Robson



I’m so lonely, all alone.

I sit here most days crying,

Yet again, all alone.

Trying to cope.

Never realised how hard this would be.

Existing here, now,

friends say it will get better.

I cannot see this –

I do not want this.

I really don’t want it to get better.

My heart beats with a never-ending ache;

My soul in torment, ripped by pain.

My love, my soul mate, my best friend

Taken from me far too soon,

Leaving me like this, all alone.

I will not be so for much longer:

I will join you my love;

Together again, forever my love

As it was always meant to be.

Then here, this place, this time

Will be empty, all alone.

©Carol Robson

Insomniac Mind by Carol Robson


Insomniac Mind


Pens leak the words

scrawls or rants

line after line

of new thoughts

or juxtaposed words

in scrappy books

or post-it notes

decorating a duvet

like a poetic quilt

to be sorted later

by a clearer mind.

Hours or days

poetic verbiage juggling

parking of words

in the right place

to be read

to be spoken

down through time

by you, by others

who empathise

where the words arose

from the restless sea

of the poets

Insomniac Mind.

© Carol Robson

‘Just Saying How It Is’ comes to Camden Fringe Aug 12-14.


‘Just Saying How It Is’ comes to Camden Fringe

CamdenFringe.         Rabbit Hole NW3 Theatre, Duke of Hamilton, Hampstead.

Aug12-14 9pm.


Camden Fringe Poster



I was so pleased to be asked to write a poem for this Pamphlet to raise funds for a local for charity;

Salford Poetry

Adopted Salfordian

I wandered lonely,

not as a cloud

a free spirit

with words of poetical diction

political, just about real life

real people, real lives

spoken word of fact

sometimes fiction.

I wandered lonely,


like the Irwell

feeling refreshed

as I drifted into Salford

On a lonely night

I found inspiration

my spirits lifted

musicians, the finest wordsmiths

my mind full of oration

off the cuff, then scripted.

I wandered lonely,

yet on arriving

among Kings and Crescent

performers, audiences, new friends

taken into the bosom

of friendships,

feeling safe in this

‘Spirit of Salford’

I wandered,

never alone

adopted Salfordian

who loves the honesty,

the humour

tells it how it is attitude

in a place

that gave us the likes of,

Clarke, Cooke, Finney,

Sumner, Read, Delaney.

just a few

of talent, of inspiration

for inclusion, in any miscellany.


gave me friendships

 words of inspiration

here in my testimony


 You, have my affection..

©Carol Robson






NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina) Rhiannon.


NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina)

My eyes flash wider as I see the beautiful Rhiannon
shuddering as my body tingles, for she is everywhere
her fans gathering just to hear the beautiful songbird.

They melt together as one entity at the feet of the songbird
hearts lifted and broken by the voice of Rhiannon
following like slaves as she moves everywhere.

Hypnotised to be with her everywhere
the bewitching voice of the songbird
as everyone just wants Rhiannon

taking Rhiannon the songbird into their hearts, everywhere.

©Carol Robson 2016
#NaPoWriMo2016 #Poetry