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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Child
Childhood naivete and foolish mistakes
Creative lies and selfish ideals
Drunken parties and false romances
Immoral activities and uneducated remarks
Such I've been denied
Forced to grow before my time
Punished without a crime
Loving life but I only survive, so I lied
I watch this world around me
I feel lost and insecure.
Yet all the while, I'm the most mature
In this world I could never be
Crazy stunts and Life-threating actions
Egotistical thoughts and Superman Complexes
Social in-equalities and Aesthetic comparisons
Chaotic Conformist and Mindless Followers
When was my right of passage given
Why was I the first to grow old
Can't I be stupid and bold
I just want a life to be livin' (to be livin')
I watch as people learn to live n' love
They all just stare through me
Myself as an equal they'll never see
I'm stuck as the mature one; of this world I'm above
Divided life, giving time, leaving mine
Crazy times, heartfelt mistakes, nothing is fine
Drunken actions, lustfull intentions, love never known
Painful days, restless nights, death is my own
An adult in a child's world... I'm too mature
An adult in a child's world... I'm too sane
An adult in a child's world... I'm too kind
An adult in a child's world... I'll never fit in here.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: crazy poems, child poems, childhood poems, world poems, people poems, lost poems, life poems, death poems, time poems, children poems, romance poems
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Childhood Lore
When the darkness reigns cold,
And ones sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of loves hold
That pervades when the heart is done.
When the childs 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 realitys sting can start.
It is at first flight from the nest
That the yearling learns the truth:
Loves grasp does not come arrest.
One must zealously fight, hand and tooth.
Still encompassing emotion
Seems afar at lifes summit.
When ones every notion
Falls in universal plummet.
Solitary trek on soft beach,
As the sun sets beyond the shore,
Reminds of exhausted reach
Of ag้d 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 lifes lesson.
When the darkness reigns cold,
And ones sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of loves 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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Class of 2004
Walking tall with a rhythmic stride
Towards this one last test
With effervescent pride, so hard to hide;
We stand, diplomas in hand, at infinite moment's best.
Four cursedly short years-
Some could pray for more;
Years that saw the conquering of fears,
And the acquiescence of majestic lore.
From waddling freshmen un-assured
Of ourselves, and the ways of the heart,
To that of sure-footed, lack-lov้d cured,
Future leaders of the world ready to start,
Such transformations have been found
In our own reflected mirror image.
Yet, all the while we are still bound
For the same youthful visage
That was created by childhood dreams.
Eager we step forward, class of two-thousand n' four,
Ready to grab life by its very seams,
Roll with the punches, and still return for more.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: childhood poems, mirror poems, future poems, pride poems, world poems, dream poems, fear poems
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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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