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Robert Uy Poems
I lost my first thought in the morning I lost my prayer in the night I lost the only joy of living I lost the direction of my life
What you are to me, What you mean, If you could see you through my eyes, Comprehension would come clear.
The Simplest Joy
A treasure more precious Than gems or gold, And paid for by most At any price,
Why do I torture myself with illusions that she will be mine someday? Though my wants are not always what's right,
A Mother's Advice to Her Daughter, The B...
When does forever become an option? Only when one can still find Inspiration for living
Where once I could only taste Sweet as sweetness should be, Now there is only but A sense of hostility
The slow-falling sun shall soon kiss the sea, Those two forlorn lovers to meet finally; The sea blushes red from feeling the warmth Emanating from within the sun’s hearth
A Slice Of Life
When Ego, with his narcisstic sense, Wants to be held high in regard, He uses brickstones of Self-confidence To build himself a tall pedestal
Every one that has come and gone in my life are just passing acquaintances,
A stranger, somewhere, there exists, Someone I can never be; A thief who'd pilfer what I Treasure most so easily.
A Memory Sat In The Corner And Wept
A memory sat in the corner of my mind And silently wept For the moment it feared has arrived, The dreaded moment when
do you remember as a child when you and your friends find a simple spot of grass as
Here I am Stranded between this and your goodbye. You,
Crowd the room with alien thoughts, Maybe young, maybe not; Shapeless they may be Or shaped a tad too differently.
Comments about Robert Uy
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.