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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Heart's Stocker
Turning the corner I see you,
Hanging with the guys I see you,
On the television I see you,
And even in my dreams I see you.
Driving in my car I hear you,
Walking under the stars at midnight I hear you,
Listening to the radio I hear you,
And even in an empty room I hear you.
Why can’t I get you out of my mind?
What is it that keeps you in my head?
Everyday I swear that just ahead of me is you,
When I look over my shoulder I see you,
At a friend’s house, sitting next to me is you,
And two-hundred miles from home I swear I see you.
You are the only person that I think aobut,
You are the only one that I h ear,
You are the only one that I hear,
You are the only one who is always with me,
You are the only one who I cannot have.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: television poems, car poems, house poems, friend poems, home poems, heart poems, star poems, dream poems
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Honor
What power has a word
Rather spoken or written?
In any other cause forward
Of Honor, it is merely intermittent.
One can speak brilliant ignominies.
False, hollowed words left to wither
On hopeful airs of promised ceremonies.
As the child’s heart sinks, and lips quiver,
Deprived of the joyous aforesaid,
So does the Honor one had obtained.
To say booming thunder has led
Forward storms that leave one stained,
Is not but an inferior assumption.
Forgot not the silent creep of winter’s bleak.
Warm sunny days find slow consumption
In icy winds allowed by the sun’s waning seek.
Even imbedded in signed parchment of three,
Does the power of a word disintegrate.
Clean-cut paper slowly turns dust in an air sea.
As time allows these words to come of late.
With guarded tongue and unwavering presence,
Can one begin to feel Honor, a word’s essence.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: power poems, winter poems, child poems, sea poems, sun poems, time poems, heart poems, children poems, wind poems
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Jagged Blade Haze
If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us form falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
I darkness and cold, I’ll hold you
Close to me for warming protection’s sake.
We drift to sleep, in loving view,
My dreams turn vivid, restless quake.
With mutilated, dangling blood wound,
I awake to your vengeful desecration.
My heart cries weakly, ill-tuned
Pleas of lustful restoration.
Still, like an unappreciative child,
You toss me beaten and broken.
Laughing in my face, demons wild
Take me with depressant token.
If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us from falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
Questioning my addiction
To your false, tarried love,
I find brooding benediction
In slaying every winged dove.
As my blood runs raged degree
And my heart races uncontrolled,
I feel alive and with hatred see
How your veins shall run cold.
To show you supposed future end,
I’ll bring you our true beginning.
With depressant, anger bend
My blade slides without ending.
As warm, tainted liquid bides,
May the end of sorrowful days
Be so sweet, salty taste hides,
As blood from my jagged blade haze.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Language Barriers
Such a boundary is spoken language,
Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome.
I watch you as you speak,
Such a foreign language to me.
I sit in contemplative struggles,
Lost in idyllic pondering.
Is there not a universal language;
One of pure emotion and heart felt rhythm?
Could our hearts ever communicate
Beyond the spoken syllables of language?
Is there a chance you could understand
Without my audible phrases?
It seems such a slight of Destiny
that such a little thing as a word
Should keep two affirming hearts
From beating in a gran symphony.
A hundred things I wish
I could tell you of my heart
If only I spoke your language.
Una día te los deseará a mis emociones.
(Written when I was 17,3 years ago. It's just one of a couple up here to see my progression over the years)
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: destiny poems, lost poems, heart poems
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