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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Lost Dance
Shattered glass and puddled blood,
In the wreckage of my life I lay.
From my eyes tears flood
As my vision of you is taken away.
Rhythmic wave of pressured air,
This heaving ocean turned to dance.
I let my body flow, and forget to care
That this could be my last chance.
Melted block and twisted chassis,
My head lay weak and heavy on feather airbag.
My eyes turned away, bloodshot and glassy.
Waiting to beat in unison with your's, my heart lags.
Turn of toes and thrust of hip,
Spin of shoes and graceful slide-
We move to the music with pressed lip.
I desire your taste but to myself hide.
Sirens flare, lights red and blue,
My hands are numb as they search for your's.
Swirl of lights, gravity lessens on all I knew
As my thoughts levitate these romantic sores.
Lights fade, music slows, we are alone.
I sit, cornered glance from you,
Staring at the best I have ever known.
Eyes lock in begracing view.
Streaks of white light pass overhead-
Sounds of frantic medical code-
My body sinks deeper into this bed.
Lacerations of a strong heart, morbic ill bode.
Bashful footed and shy approach,
Your eyes flare radiant with anticipation.
Upon earshot, I am warned of my poach.
Before hap dance you are drawn away, depressant lamentation.
Surge of electricity to stable a fading pulse,
I stand watching, with a starlit view,
As loving romance turns false.
Death separates us but I shall always hold youthful hue.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: romantic poems, dance poems, romance poems, music poems, ocean poems, red poems, lost poems, alone poems, death poems, heart poems, light poems, warning poems
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Love's Fire
As the cold seeps slowly in
And the warmth once there fades,
How does one continue on?
To move members frozen solid,
From lack flowing essence of life,
Can ones inner yet again blaze?
When love embrace is broken
In withering words and flat gaze,
Does miscommunication freeze
Ones senses and frost the ears?
Solid ice encased tongues
Can only speak cool riddles
Of desires wish for company.
Could it be, that youre the fuel
To rekindle the dormant embers
Of Loves sleeping fire.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: fire poems, love poems, life poems, sleep poems
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Morning Eyes
Red blazoned eyes, soaked in emotion,
Face reflective waves of ones history.
As stumbled, sleepy haze motion
Brings unconscious eyes to dark reality,
Thusly does the awoken realize
All that has past the resting eyes.
Warm, sunny days full excite
Turns to cold, darkened night
As what was once so cherished,
And held heart fully dear,
Is found completely perished,
At all distance but near.
Healing waters begin to flow.
These memories must now go,
As cold, numbing natural potion
Is splashed with a banishing notion.
To rise, and forget all, in mirrored glance,
Or should eyes never close to hap chance?
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: history poems, red poems, dark poems, night poems, memory poems, mirror poems, rose poems, water poems
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One Hour
One hour rests in my mind and in my soul.
One hour of this night to express all I could.
One hour to fill the glass, with your name, full.
One hour with you and an eternity of pleasure in memory.
Here you have been strangled by parents, lovers and trampled by a physicality.
Your body may have been cleansed but your soul and mind remain soiled.
Muscles aching, soul crushed and mind over-loaded;
You sit and stare as I walk in.
One hour of soothing caress can ever be felt.
One hour of repenting and self-indulgence all justified.
One hour of positive, supportive quietness.
One hour of soul-comforting attention from me to you, so needed by both.
I walk in to check on you; work gives you an excuse.
Through your deceitful and emotionally overburdened eyes, can I see the truth.
With strong, steady hands, of mine, the work is finished momentarily.
Now begins the task at mind, and from heart to save you
to save me.
One hour of sympathetic company to remove apathy.
One hour of you, for you, to release all your grief and spell out your pain.
One hour in which everything goes right, nothing impure.
One hour in which simple, heartfelt actions taken by friends shall endure the tidal waves.
Hand soft, gentle and comforting, have transcended beyond
What my hard, torn and strong hands ever thought.
Circular motions, soothing words, and empathizing touch begin the healing.
Your problems are mine, mine yours; Two as one to solve these problems that complicate.
Everything simplified while we are united, but only a taste of what could be.
My kindness, your strength, my trust, your judgment,
My Heart, and your body come together in amazing unity.
After the hour, we will be on our own as only friends looking for more.
But, an ever-growing uncertainty of how, when and where to ask, resides in me.
One hour of escape from reality in this wake-time fantasy.
One hour giving you what I could for the rest of my life
if you deem worthy.
One hour in which our minds are on only each other, and caring only for the other.
One hour that shall live a lifetime in my memory.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: memory poems, work poems, trust poems, grief poems, strength poems, together poems, truth poems, pain poems, friend poems
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