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Best Poems Written by Kai Solis

Below are the all-time best Kai Solis poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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You

It began with “hello”

I was mesmerized, the beat of thy drum cautioned me to see beyond the realm of introduction.

For thy hello, followed with “what’s your favorite movie?” Sold me on the lost ship of your heart beats beat until the sailed moon drops. 

It’s there, that I’d seen a story of lovers, hand in hand they quake through the cracked opening of their mouths. Each tongue kiss signified a new dawn, a new day, a new light for he is the ship that sailed across the Nile. Seeking gold and fortune, but instead found Cleopatras sacred heart. 

You. The man I see when light struck my eyes day after day, you; cannot see what this is? An epilogue of love passed down for centuries, but you dare to ask me what my favorite movie is? 

I answer: 
“I’m a horror movie gal” 

Soo, quickly you gazed upon my temple, my moon, creating the waxing and waning of my heart beats beat along with each setting sun. You. Again? Breaking my tides but still reaching beneath the challengers deep end that is beginning anew. You, how you’ve caused me to stir now,

You. Smile, perhaps it’s with a little fear, suspicion, for you know they’re cleopatra at night:  full of love and curiosity. You, never wondered what my favorite hobby was? 

Being lost in the eyes of the man who’d one day be my keeper. Of course tho, it’s a new hobby of mine. Something that began at: hello :)

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The Night the Waves Bled

Its a Friday. You’re crazy about fridays. But really you’re more crazy for the outing you’ve set your mind to but really it’s for the drinks at happy hour.  It’s funny, cause we always attempt to make it for happy hour and yet, you fool, you leave your blow dryer plugged in. there. It’s under the sink- . Who left this here? I always leave these on the counter. There. Ugh, really? You left the champagne open, dumbass. Just taste it, okay. It’s okay. She’s still bubbly, like your chest right now, bubbling, as the fizz slowly severs your high wave, funny, who the  left the door open? UGH no no I’ll close it, ow… I just jabbed my toe onto the door. But on the brink of disaster, you laugh. The wave of bubble’s stopped though, and your Friday has just begun,  with the red wave of toe blood. Laugh.

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midnight thoughts

I can't sleep again. It's become the usual routine, I lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, count sheep, play an instrumental, but still I lay awake.

I wonder what the moon thinks of me, seeing me toss and turn every second that passes. 

but she glows; yet I wonder, what is she thinking?

so I call to her: "Mother Moon! hear my plea"

and she listens, yet again, adding on to the pleas I gave a year ago. 

still, she has given no answer but she still continues to glow, to spread her light, as if the beams of her reflection can cast a blanket of comfort over my body. 

"I know you hear me weep," I say, and for the first time, I feel her call, so I answer in the best way I know how. I sing her lullaby, and she joins me in this sacred ritual. Bracing me with her beams, enticing me with this trance, reminding me I'm not alone.

and there at 4:30 am I can finally lay my head to rest.

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When Our Songs Play

When I’m not with you, I play our songs on repeat, a loop of love if you will. 
I play these songs because I can feel you through each lyric, even if you’re not really here.
As if your being is poured out through  my little phone speaker, to comfort me. 
It’s there, when Isaiah Rashad sings Wat U Sed, takes me back to Wat U Sed Monday morning as you left for work: I love you.
Watch when kaytranada sings taste, I can begin to taste the sweet caress of our lips. 
See then, how Doechii sings stressed, I can feel you stripping me of that days pains. 
But notice, when don toliver sings Drugs and hella Melodie’s, it’s like an instant euphoria. 
Because the last time we listened to this song, I was high in your arms, floating through the melody of your voice as you say: “I love you” 
Each replay, is not just another song playing, but a replay of our love. So I replay these songs at least 6 times a day, because I get to love you 6 more times every day.

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Saturday Morning

You wake up, and smell the warm scent of him laid next to you. 
How pleasant he sleeps. The man, how your hands trace the valleys of his back. 
Him, the man that stole your breath when your heart skipped a beat upon first glance. 
Funny, you said you’d wake up at 8am but it’s crazy how safety works. Turns a sleepless night into a game of hibernation, how the guards who stand before your temple rest now that he is near. The protector. Your knight in shining armor. 
Him; he tosses and turns and there his eyes peak open,
He smiles. 
His hands, how soft and kind, runs through your hair.
The gleams of sunlight kiss your cheek, and he follows with kisses of his own.

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Lady Bird Lake

I saw lady bird today. She was peaceful. The moon glistened, the water flowed, the city was vibrant. 

The air was crisp and the breeze kissed my lips. 

She’s beautiful at night.

I sit on the bench aside the lake and see my reflection in the water, I smile. She smiles. 

I cry. She cries with me. 

I skip a rock and it’s there lady bird plays along with me. 

She’s not an imaginary friend, but it’s here on this bench at 10:37 pm that I feel she’s here, sitting with me, staring at the city line, holding my hand as if to say, I was never alone. 

Oh lady bird, I’ll follow your waves for a lifetime, save our conversations in the depths of my heart, and take our memories to the grave.

Lady bird, you silly girl you. 

You were the first to see me panic, and the first to hold me 

Lady bird, I heard another  body was found here this summer. 
I hope you held him as you’ve held me, listened to his voice as you did mine. 
Caretaker. Love maker. Heart saver. All from a lake called lady bird.

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Morning Ritual

(Cue the morning sun gleaming through the pale white blinds, your eyes open) 
Wake up, silly. 
-Hey. 
It’s nice to see you mister. 
-What? 
don’t you mean morning sweet heart? 
-GOOD MORNING, 
*pause*
*stares in spanish* 
-sweetheart.
Right.
(They smile) 
-you’re silly you know that? 
Yeah, but did you know I have two hands, and you have two armpits? 
(And there the ritual commenced, as the morning sun shines on the sacred heart, they laugh igniting the end of ritual . For it was fed the laughter of innocence.)

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The Heart of the Banshee

The moon shines over a beating heart.
She’s gleaming, beating, a bright blue? 
Weird. What’s caused this heart to transform. She wails. And immediately the moon reaches for her, beating, gleaming, wailing. Once more. For she is the banshee, rattle her, but beware for she stings.

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Lost

I’m lost. 

It’s nothing new, I just sit around and overthink, overcompensate, over complicate, overwork the brain but it has its limits. 

I see now what I do, how I am, who I become when I’m lost. It’s crazy though, you see it, you feel it, you know it but still you dare to ask me what my thoughts were. 

I can’t answer, I’ve been chasing the answers for years and still I have yet to see the light at the end of my tunnel, funneled from the beginning of being lost. 

lost, is how I feel without you. It’s been 3 days now and still I feel as if we’re hanging on by a thread. I hate this feeling of being; being lost, being crossed yet again I pour another glass of champagne because for in this moment, I feel found and not lost. 

Lost, is what I feel, and I know I’m not helping this feeling by overthinking, over complicating over working, but still I can’t help but needing the answers I’ve been yearning. 

How I hate being lost sometimes, but how I love finding out more about my damn self.

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Again

Here I am again, lost and twirling. Weird. You twirl when you’re lost? 
My mind would be racing truly. again? Because the last time it raced I ended up at the bottom of the pool, attempting to hold my breath longer than my friends. Again? It’s quiet. Peaceful, she raced her way through the beating of my hearts beat drumming, that’s all you hear under water. Your body calls and you listen. Like a current struck by lightning,  in this case your pulse is the lightning, traveling through every splash of my high morning tides. Careful now, she’s rampant in the morning. Again? Oh . Again.