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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,
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
Here I am Stranded between this and your goodbye. You,
A Mother's Advice to Her Daughter, The B...
When does forever become an option? Only when one can still find Inspiration for living
Why do I torture myself with illusions that she will be mine someday? Though my wants are not always what's right,
Where once I could only taste Sweet as sweetness should be, Now there is only but A sense of hostility
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
Crowd the room with alien thoughts, Maybe young, maybe not; Shapeless they may be Or shaped a tad too differently.
do you remember as a child when you and your friends find a simple spot of grass as
Comments about Robert Uy
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(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.