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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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Man Over-Board
Love is an ever-fleeting vessel.
Upon transient waves of time
Doest heave and sway, without steady rhyme,
From ourselves, as we wrestle
Its 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, well 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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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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