Kim Poems - Poems about Kim

We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks. Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks. A proud mother barred from her cherished calf. She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh when elephant sorrows...

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Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire, but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone. Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one. A Musk rat and a vengeful dog Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg In a rocket they'll launch The critter with a paunch Always croaking like a bullfrog Trump wrote...

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I do not know what's on your mind I cannot ask, we are confined To silence You maybe want to share and chat And tell your thoughts Of this and that So locked we are in soundless pose Held secrets of our lone repose Imagine we could read each thought Communicate while saying naught We may become just silent friends Before the day of silence ends And...

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Sea is shy to you Of too much pearls to your dress Astounding beauty....

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In Their Hour Of Need In their hour of need plant a seed of hope for its in the giving that you can help them cope In their hour of loneliness take them to His Holy hem be a light to their shadow and pray with them In their hour of loss, build a foundation, sturdy and...

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reaching, at a stretch shockingly, still casting a shadow still holding form it's too much to take in nothing can be held, only passed through perhaps shaped by the knowing more likely picked clean of peace I was never within, never within that eye to eye tethered stare once you've seen, you can't look away what kind of life is that/this waiting: until I'm in the...

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why this strong man Kim Jong cried? who can resist pains? as President Kim Jong saw his population decreasing, he was crying in front of the group of some women. pleasing them to give birth to more kids to avoid some challenges in the future. many women of North Korea were touched by his speech and also cried. why this strong...

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Kim’s decorations for fall are always straight out of a magazine The rest of us visit her house and exclaim over her decisions. Her parents are decorators, and I believe they help her with this. She claims it is all her own idea, but no one buys it. Because she is not a put together woman in any other...

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I’ve been single for all of my life, But not because I wanted to be. I’ve always wanted to be a wife, But it just hasn’t happened for me. I look at others who are married And often wonder how they got there. It’s not that I have to be carried, But I do want someone who will care. What do I have...

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My life as a woman is not defined by being married, Nor is it defined by me being a wife. I hope that I’m remembered long after I’m dead and buried And for WHO I was and HOW I lived my life....

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You can’t kill nor hurt Jim For Angels are singing his hymn Only risking a filling to the brim The Fatal Cup that would your own life trim. You can neither silence him; I have this discussed with Athletic Kim, Who the same thing said like Tim And cherishes him more than a gym. Of course, you can’t intimidate him: Luckily, he is not...

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Biden smells blood and wants First Kill* Putin just laughs and hopes he will Kim Jong-Un claps his hands Xi Jinping understands Warmongers can't wait for the thrill! * The USA is the world's largest manufacturer of arms and military gear and must constantly provoke conflict to increase sales, which have been hindered by the media showcasing Chinese, North Korean, and Russian...

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I have a magic Christmas reindeer, but it is a secret Because she was conjured by the Christmas witch This amazed me, for I had never heard of it. But she was standing on his roof with pitch. A reindeer of porcelain, can she move? I asked. How do you know she is a she? My neighbor queried. I watched the...

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“Planet” of the distant past, now considered too petite for the title. Pray, don’t you despair now. Pirouette though pitch void, pretty as always, for perhaps our minds will change. 4/11/2021. Written for Kim Merryman's "Pleiades P" contest. 1st prize....

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Kind lovely poetess International person Much more than a poetess...

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