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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Venus
If it came down to it,
Could your love save me?
Would your life cease,
When my heart slept to you?
With a pigeon-toed approach,
I stand with hung head.
With a slight babbled-tourret’s speak
I render weakened, insecure words.
At first, you take me whimsically
And brush off my compliments,
Before realizing my true indignity:
I’d die for your love.
Temporal excuses and hurried lies
Flow in a slow trickling faucet fold.
Your methods slow the pain
Till the blade slides through skin.
Having tore my walls down,
The sorrow and bleakness rains.
I feel as Venus de Milo,
Weathered, cracked, without care.
Waiting for your love,
I’ve lost parts of myself.
My body cripples and breaks
As my breath ceases without you.
Torn, beaten and bruised,
I collapse in your presence.
Now as my blood runs cold,
Can you bring life back to your Venus?
Robert L. Bixler III
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When Death Becomes Your Only Muse
When death becomes your only muse
How does one continue to write?
Year by year, you begin to lose
The love of life and quest for right.
Cold, heartless and cynical
You feel yourself becoming evermore
A calculated emotional cannibal.
Days of romance become forever lore.
Your gaze turns from full of life,
As the sun’s rising breath
Brings end to chilly night strife,
And turns toward morbid death.
How does one write of love's abuse
When death becomes your only muse?
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: romance poems, death poems, sun poems, night poems, life poems, love poems, lost poems, rose poems
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Childhood Lore
When the darkness reigns cold,
And one’s sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of love’s hold
That pervades when the heart is done.
When the child’s breathe first comes,
It is filled with maternal fragrance.
Bundled in warming touch that numbs
Of future struggles in hap dance.
In youthful eyes, golden rise of sun
Empowers the child with strong heart;
As he believes that love has won
Before reality’s sting can start.
It is at first flight from the nest
That the yearling learns the truth:
Love’s grasp does not come arrest.
One must zealously fight, hand and tooth.
Still encompassing emotion
Seems afar at life’s summit.
When one’s every notion
Falls in universal plummet.
Solitary trek on soft beach,
As the sun sets beyond the shore,
Reminds of exhausted reach
Of agéd arms for childhood lore.
As the bright light fades from day,
The stars speak of stellar reason.
The waning breath is left to say
The truth learned in life’s lesson.
When the darkness reigns cold,
And one’s sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of love’s hold
That pervades when the heart is done.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: beach poems, childhood poems, truth poems, child poems, future poems, dance poems, sun poems, heart poems, light poems, love poems, life poems, children poems, believe poems, rose poems, star poems
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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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