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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Eternal Gain
It is hard to embrace such grievances
But the beloved departed is always present
In the hearts and memories of those close at hand.
Holdfast to the joyous memories and let the weathering
Of time deliver your heart from
The pain of loss to the bliss of
Eternal Gain.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: loss poems, pain poems, time poems, heart poems, weather poems, memory poems
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Eye to Eye
Quietly she reads
As my heart loudly pounds
Straight posture, her presence cedes
An eloquence that is beyond my slouching bounds.
Diligently reading, and literary captured,
As I, with my foot on my book, observe
A soft beauty, that with a polite air, has raptured
My heart, and begraced my pen, for such I will never deserve.
Silently with the scent of perfumed air,
And a slight pinch of luscious lips,
Her passionate determinism is more than I can bare.
Subtle tease, her face hidden, as past her face her hair slips.
In sensuous contemplation does her finger turn
From thoughtful chin to provocative lip.
To replace such a delicate finger, do my lips yearn
But will not, in knowing the consequences of such a slip.
In graceful affirmation of my attention,
She tousles waves of brown hair
And smiles pleasantly, a sign of my detection.
Disheartedly, I smile as tension fills the air.
I open my mouth, and my tongue stalls.
She laughs, nervously, and then her eyes lie.
Looking deep into my soul as I fall
Deep into her's, eye to eye.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: hair poems, smile poems, beauty poems, heart poems
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Fading Sentiment
In dark, solitary remembrance a friendship fades
As time dissolves the few remaining strands.
How hindsight bias, and emotional reminisce, jades
The memory that such a connection brands.
Painful still is the loss of union
Between cheerful beauty, with radiant spirit,
And sympathetic heart in search of one.
Time numbs the soul of such merit:
To know that once she was held so close
As indefinite feelings flowed between,
Much like rolling waves of heartfelt prose
That ebb and flow on an ocean of lack rhythmic lean.
As the time procures dust upon memorys cabinet,
Distance builds, and sentiments slip like sand
Through fingers yearning for feeling once met
By soft, delicate touch of loving hand.
But as rust and decay can only obscure
The finest detail, leaving the whole intact.
Just so, does time leave the pure
Semblance of past desire and viable future enact.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: memory poems, loss poems, future poems, ocean poems, beauty poems, dark poems, time poems
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For I Am
Such fair-weather friends have I, that even the mid-summer days
Storms that roll in with fury and disappear with haste
Would grace my presence in the length of their stay;
It would be longer than any that I have known.
For I am the one that everyone knows by name, and face
But cares little for, let alone desires to see or hear.
For I am the one that mirrors and diamonds, hard set and nonjudgmental,
Break, and shatter, to thousands of pieces as my reflection they make.
What games of solitaire and one-man poker do I dominate
For I am unbeatable, when I play such beloved games of my afforded company.
Even now, I start my cursedly-blessed loathing joy of expression
As I am alone, like has been, will be and shall always be.
For I am the one that no one talks with except for self-benefits sake.
Only the requests of actions, and knowledge, do they ask of me.
For I am the one that sits in the corner of the room, inside myself;
There I can escape my loneliness, in the emptiness and solitude inside.
No trespassers foot leaves a mark in my barren field, or dirt on my rug,
For there must first be a trespasser to do such actions.
I sit and watch as others are given affection and attention, things Ill never taste
Except in the light of my debtors needs, so quickly filled and thusly left am I.
For I am the one that everyone trusts with secrets, or so they say,
But who else to trust then the socially forced recluse and kind of solitaire?
For I am the one that Nevyn can relate to and understand,
For his name alone describes who I am to the rest of this world.
(Written when I was 15,5 years ago. It's just one of a couple up here to see my progression over the years)
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: solitude poems, weather poems, alone poems, trust poems, summer poems, joy poems, light poems, world poems, mirror poems, friend poems
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