Best Hit Or Miss Poems

I imagine a world better than this
Only to realize it’s hit or miss
Some days you hit the ball out of the park
While other days it’s hard to see where to start...

Seeing is believing and belief it will grow
All that I need shall be all that...

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a young girl weeping in the corner 
darkness grows deep inside her heart like a cancer 
sunken eyes, blood exploding from her nose
angry purple bruises on her thin arms
no one can see her 
no one to help her 
despair and hopelessness fill her up 
he...

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 HIT OR MISS

when the razor-smiled
chaos starts
unzipping
swirling swaying
anarchy
select your
hit or miss

learn to disguise hurt
laugh at decay
shadowing
heart beats retreating
diversity
pumping
hit or miss

six million bones
are learning to
beam
strange festivity
multiplying
lightning
hit or miss




© Kim van Breda...

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Such inanity seeking a deity's benevolence
when the world is spinning out of control,
pleading for magical, divine intervention
to shield me safely from the storm.

Too often holding back, You self-absorbed One! 
your oft repeated promise no answer to my fears;
worthless grace withheld from least favored men
yet abundantly...

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Hit the right button
 embarrassment's deleted

   A moment's distraction
        ~ secreted...

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I don't breathe,
The air only escapes,
Out of holes in my neck,
Dripping words down onto my hands,
After applying exasperated ink,
The exhausted paper drapes,
As the second joker in a deck,
Unused in games of sport and unwanted by popular demand....

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I used to see her riding her bicycle
     down our street everyday
Most times I would smile and wave,
     occasionally I would shout hi
But always wishing I had more to say
One day, I worked up the nerve
 ...

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From their splendid new homes unto my brush
The cascades of colors come
To  celebrate vines, fruit, healthy branches
For four and five hours' meditation
On John's Gospel (Chapter 15)

Meanwhile back at the ranch
Folks love the cross - as jewellery - not on canvas
Was I too loud, in...

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Can we love someone without loving them
Kinda difficult to explain, I'll try my best then
You see it's like this
It can be hit or miss
I'll be fine when the pills kick in again...

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In the middle of the lake, I was in a metal boat
A storm brewed lightening, where I was afloat

11/29/19
Entry for Hit me an Epi-Pen Poetry Contest.  Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Theme:  Reaction...

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Wars follow in the footsteps of men.
Our history shows us the true nature and true meaning of war.

Always denying the truths of what we pretend.
The savage of man is the blood flowing to the beating the heart of war.

Battles raged, laying landscapes of the dead....

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