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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Untitled
Sad, slow reflect of hopeful heart,
Brings this hopeless lover closure.
As I dream of emotional start,
It is present laments that obscure.
How is it that I yearn
For something I’ve never received?
Passionate touch earn
That brings confidence short-lived.
If my blood has yet to run
In burning desire degree,
Am I capable of aged pun:
Loving-lust, not in thee.
If I am to never lust,
Then must I never know love?
Shall my heart simply rust
As the skin bleeds above?
It will be in this final hour
That my memories lie;
Tell me a story so sour
That I cannot sigh.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Write Her Off
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.
There is one of my early childhood,
The one for which this book was pulled.
Blonde hair and blue eyes with deep stare,
I still remember her soft, silky hair.
But summer was too long,
And distance too strong,
For our young love to last.
With the pen, write it to the past..
Then came the next, over there.
She was the one of light air,
One of which I foolishly fail
For temporal exterior’s hale.
She never knew who I was then,
A common happening of men.
She found love as I learned
To be the one who never yearned.
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
Soon came festering friends,
I would love each before our ends.
Dark hair Raveness with athletic build
Before surfing soul mate my heart yield.
Falling deep for one of them
And not hearing friendship’s requiem.
Distance allows for realization
Of the heart’s true dissipation.
You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: girl poems, hair poems, childhood poems, summer poems, remember poems, time poems, dark poems, heart poems, light poems, love poems, friend poems
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Frigid Zero
Ages wane and waves crash,
Seasons change and storms roll,
Still love remains keenly abash
As my heart does evermore loll.
As boundless as universal medium,
As endless as times blatant poach,
Yet ill-regarded within whoredom
Is my equilibrant approach.
One dies of absolute boredom
Choked on rationalization,
Spoken emotional phantom,
Awaiting love’s actualization.
In infinity’s enfolding, frigid zero
Atomic attractions shamble
Halting compassion’s narrow
Caress beyond the unsurpassable.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Man Over-Board
Love is an ever-fleeting vessel.
Upon transient waves of time
Does’t heave and sway, without steady rhyme,
From ourselves, as we wrestle
It’s torrent after-wake in attempts
To hold-fast this golden chalice-
Which out of flows our joys and malice.
At times this vessel, Love, holds at bay,
As an enticement of things to come.
Yet, as things add to a perfect sum,
Winds o’ Chance waft our ship away.
Touch splintered, we were ever so close.
Weak and marred we feel, as distance
Is placed between our ship and hap stance.
But it is here, in watery tread,
That we must differentiate
Ourselves from others and again date.
With effort made, we’ll pull ahead
When we finally with full embrace,
Grasp Love -deep look into the eyes
Of truest soul mate- sail unknown skies.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: love poems, time poems, joy poems, wind poems, sky poems
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