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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Love
A thousand grains of sand
In time I’ll understand
The way I also sacrifice
Myself to be so nice
I listen to the waves crash
On me, girls never mash
I watch an orange flare
I’m left with my despair
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay in the sand
Our presence will be the demand
As the moon chases the sun
I mimic in my earthly run
The sun sets, the moon’s alone
Solitary in the sky, loneliness known
The beloved light reflected away
“Go man” is all I could say
As I gave my light away
Maybe another, another day
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay on the sand
Our presence will be the demand
Moon sets, black night sets in
My nightly demon’s torments begin
I sit on soft beach sand
Waiting for the day I’ll understand
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay in the sand
Our presence will be the demand
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: beach poems, girl poems, moon poems, despair poems, sun poems, light poems, alone poems, heart poems, sky poems, night poems, time poems, running poems
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Dancing in the Rain
As the thunder rolls in rhythmic claps,
Her sweet memory rides on cool wind.
My siren calls for heartfelt relapse,
As the nearing of isobars send
Me further into my darkened past,
Illuminating scars with a momentary blast.
Like the arid desert flower, my mind opens,
To the soft, moist touch of the night’s storm.
My knees give, the world slowly dampens.
In emotionally charged air, a visage takes form,
Stops my heart, and seals beauty in motion.
This soaking moment becomes love’s potion.
As the wind twirls, her perfume spins
Round my head and charges my stance.
My body shivers, in all lusting sins,
With the wind toward this lost romance.
Raised from my respited hap chance,
This storm is beloved last dance.
The thunder steadies somber beat,
As I hold her in torrid, classical frame,
And waltz in stumble-step loving fete.
My mouth opens, but my words lame.
Memory recalls her softened skin
As I pull her, yet ever more, in.
Her embrace chills my very core,
As my eyes tear unapologetic.
Soaking clothes hug the contour,
Disguising desired flesh heretic.
As was with Venus and Aries,
This storm only temporarily tarries.
Rain to lips tastes of Bordeaux,
As we live in texture kiss.
The thunder’s deafening crescendo
Culminates this longing reminisce.
With the last clap of heavenly thunder
Her visage slowly fades, as we sunder.
The diminishing rain strips with despair,
As gravity summons my head to earth.
My soul wanders with you elsewhere
On the winds awaiting love’s birth.
My death secured, with last thunderclap
I awaken, remembrance of pains unwrap.
The echoes of your last five words,
Waken me from sweat-soaked sheet.
In one breathe, split my innards
Upon forked, motionlessly discrete.
Your words burn still evermore:
I don’t love you anymore.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Creature of the Night
In darkness swirling sound
Death is abound and all around.
Find your solace in the final requiem
When with salty taste life leaves, carpe diem.
Vampirish lusting-love desire in thee.
Thirsting decayance of death of me.
But I fly the darkened night,
A much cruel and respited sight.
Your weak mind and uneasy soul
Would fall short in death with this dole.
Only one pure of heart,
And self-sacrificed, could start
To survive this morbid flight
That I have come to love. I am a creature of the night.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: carpe diem poems, death poems, night poems, heart poems, love poems
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Trials of Romanticism
In He walks, perfectly smart,
The one that every man should be.
One glance, He steals many a’ heart.
His finesse does every eye see.
Ear caressing words spoken
In palatable voice, an audible romance.
Hymns to heal the heartbroken;
Intonations to aide Love’s advance.
Upon sight and sound, her thoughts roam
As He is the one she would take home
For parental consent; Wedding bells chime in dance.
Though this future image is natural,
Of the romantic child’s truth,
Now, such actions deemed as in-actual
Since the young desire sweet-tooth
Candies that could decay thy very soul;
For the fresh hearted crave the entertaining one.
Wild antics, rash thoughts and a bad dole,
Know a boyfriend, single pun.
Troublesome and down-heartening they
May be, but they save the day
Because ups and downs, in love, make life joyous fun.
He is the ideal unite,
Steady in love, as steady in life.
Wiser heart, in a cold night,
Has settled down, tired of fun’s strife.
Infinite love given free-
From the one who has never changed his daily ways.
She learns, with new eyes, to see
He is the same as in the old days.
From a mere friend, nay the best,
He has been changed to her lovéd zest.
His heart patient and true, un-rushed embrace he lays.
Mirror'd dream of child, romantic dream,
Shall come true in given time;
If he holds true to the ideal's seam.
With age she shall learn to rhyme
Her truest desire of love with his type.
From transient fun to searching the infinite
She shall learn to disregard all hype.
Avoid loving the lack wit,
Marry the friend she could never date,
And leave wild, transient fun for late;
For this romantic child is the best love could knit.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: romantic poems, fun poems, wedding poems, child poems, smart poems, romance poems, mirror poems, friend poems, dream poems, future poems, dance poems, truth poems, home poems, heart poems, love poems, life poems, night poems, change poems, children poems
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