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Lm Klopp Poem
it hurts again today
i wake up in pain
tears flow
pain grows
no one loves me
all alone
please hold my hand
let me love
let me be loved
make the pain go away
soon
so i can stop crying on the inside
and live again
laugh again
be whole again
it hurts again today
go away
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
My life is filled with many things.
hunger, anger, violence and hurt;
But you can still give me so much.
You are my teacher…teach me!
Look at me--not through me,
see me for who I am and who I will become.
Feel for me, show me empathy
but don’t pity me…teach me!
Share with me those things that will
make me strong, that will fill my soul and fortify me.
Build me up--don’t break me down…teach me!
Give me the tools to survive, not just for today
but every day that is to come.
I am willing, I am capable and I know I will learn
if you can just see me;
and then teacher…
just teach me!
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2016
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Lm Klopp Poem
Once the strong, confident woman
She now struggles to remember the battles
Battles fought and won
The triumphant joy
How foolish
Believing
Hoping
Now afraid, weak and lonely
Beyond emptiness
Complete and utter starvation
Sad, unforgiving, unkind
Filled with betrayal
Unarmed for battle
Alone
Share the wisdom of her pain
Don’t waste it
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
It’s always the same.
The darkness.
I don’t care what you think or what you say.
It has sound and it has color. It has life. It has energy.
There is no black void in the darkness. There is no quiet in the darkness.
That’s a lie.
I know because I’ve been there, I still end up there.
Night or day, awake or asleep.
I’ve traveled every avenue of this rank and rancid place.
I’ve been to this violent place.
It’s like an animal ripping and scratching and tearing at me from the inside-out.
And it does. It claws and rips and shreds and devours.
Every single time.
See, it has color. It definitely has sound.
Horrifying, terrifying, pleading sounds.
It screams at me and then echoes back from every crevice.
It has no escape or hiding place.
It always finds me.
It always consumes me and leaves me so tired that I can barely breathe.
I don’t even try to move. I can’t.
I have no life left in me, no fight left in me.
No hope left inside me.
See, it has its own energy. It's own life.
It’s always the same.
The darkness.
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
Some people
Shred and devour
Marking time
By the hour
Crunching, munching
On my soul
Til bit by bit
There is a hole
Where once I lay
Pure and whole
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
A Conversation
We all have “things”--
Some we hold on to.
Some we let go.
But…some we let wither
Inside the soul.
There they grow old.
There they decay.
Then your love and joy
Gradually fade away.
Until there’s nothing left
And you fall to your knees
Begging for help
God, help me please.
Please help me let go,
Please help me to heal,
Please tend to my wounds,
Please show me how to feel.
Please cleanse my soul,
Please ease my pain,
So I can grow closer
To You, the One who Reigns.
Please stay with me.
Never leave my side.
As I deal with the wounds
And not run and hide.
Please fill me with your spirit,
Please fill me with your love,
As you cleanse my soul
From heaven above.
Carry me in your arms
And keep whispering in my ear-
“Fear not my child,
I’ve always been here.
To comfort and heal
To carry you through
The rest of the darkness
That follows you.
So let go of those “things”
That withered your soul
And trust in Me
I will make you whole!”
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2016
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Lm Klopp Poem
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
hustle and bustle and whistle he did
With a hop, skip and a jump
Over the pebbles and through the moss
An amazing garden he did see
With wonder and laughter he explored the garden
And discovered so many great things
He saw…
flowers blooming
rocks a booming
moss all fuzzy
bees a buzzing
butterflies a fluttering
bugs a muttering
Leaves waving in the wind
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
Went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
Darkness is
Energy depleting
Penance with no
Residual happiness
Emotional
Serenades
Sifting
Inside
Overcoming
Nothing
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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Lm Klopp Poem
spooky costumes
sacks filled with treats
laughter and giggles
along the streets
goblins whisper
ghosts go boo
pumpkins ask
how are you
ooh, cool night
along the way
children shiver
leaves at play
halloween
the night of fun
cool fall evening
for everyone
Copyright © Lm Klopp | Year Posted 2009
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