Robert L. Bixler III Poems

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.
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Streams of scarlet melancholy
Are bled as I sleep,
And dream to weep
Of a life not given to me.
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If it came down to it,
Could your love save me?
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In sleepy-eyed lay,
I dreamt of your beauty still.
The first since the day,
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Sad, slow reflect of hopeful heart,
Brings this hopeless lover closure.
As I dream of emotional start,
It is present laments that obscure.
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If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us form falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
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Clouds of cold, dark depressant
Roll over my loathsome state.
Life has become boring suppressant
To this romantic’s lost love relate.
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A breath lost in the moment
Holds the very key to life.

A life lived within
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As the thunder rolls in rhythmic claps,
Her sweet memory rides on cool wind.
My siren calls for heartfelt relapse,
As the nearing of isobars send
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When does Love’s zealous touch
Delicately graze softened heart?
Is it only in a moment’s clutch
As the dew glistens in a gold start?
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