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Kimberly Taylor Poem
My Love
I miss the way you held me tight,
Through stormy days and dark of night.
The heat of your body close to me,
Sheltering as an anchient tree.
Come hold me close, sit down, please stay.
Can you tell me what you need?
Reveal the questions that you hide?
Share with me just how you feel.
Tell me your worries and your thoughts,
Please talk to me, open your soul to me.
There were days when you needed me,
Days when you touched me, wanted me.
Where have our special times gone?
For these things my spirit longs.
Take me into your arms, love me
Hold me close to your heart, I plea.
I need to know that you still care
To show me how much you are aware,
Of the feelings I have for you, Feelings that will always be.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2007
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Ode to Snow
From the cloudy sky
It floats softly down,
Drifting silently by
Quickly blankets the ground.
On skeletal tree limbs and evergreen boughs
Covering dead leaves and pine cones,
As thick as weight will allow
The arms of branches take the burden now.
It dances on errant breezes
Or flies swiftly to the side,
The wind will carry it where it pleases
Coming down heavy now, spreading far and wide.
I walk among its chilliness
And wonder if it knows,
That it brings me such happiness
The peacefullness of snow.
Soon spring will come upon the land
Winter storm clouds will part,
Drifty mountains once so grand
Will quickly start to melt.
Then rain will wash the snow away
Rebirth of blossoms, new growing grass
Summer flies quickly by, Autumn seems only a day
All too soon the stormy snow clouds will amass.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Anger
loud voice
threatening
safe and hidden
alone.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
I am standing on the the soft white sand of a beautiful beach, the water so blue it brings tears to my eyes.
A soft gentle breeze tossles my hair.
In my hand I hold a single, bright , shiny, blue balloon.
I look out across the water; the swells of the waves.
Today I think , I am going to fly .
I am going to soar out across that water, feel the freedom, smell the salty water as the sprays dampen my face.
I am truly going to fly.
A smile tugs the corners of my mouth.
I look at the bright blue balloon again and I calmly ask it, "Are you ready?"
"Are you ready to soar, my friend?"
In answer, it tugs gently in my hand.
"Well what are we waiting for?"
I give a hop.
Nothing, hmm..
I jog forward and give a little hop.
Nothing...
Well.
I burst forward, running and jump as high as I can.
Nothing.
Disappointment fills me.
I drop my head and slowly, with balloon in tow, I begin to walk down the white sandy beach.
The blue balloon again, tugs in my hand.
"We can't do it" I tell it , "It wont work.".
Then, with a smile, I say "We can do it can't we?"
I lift my arm high in the air, the ballloon tugging harder and harder.
Slowly I let my fingers open and watch as my friend starts to lift upward into the beautiful sky.
With a sigh, I close my eyes.
The picture of my blue friend fills my mind.
I spread my arms wide and with him I soar.
Freedom.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Memories of an innocent child
Days of play and running wild
Soft green grass tickles small bare feet
Racing through the weeds so fast and fleet
Laughing, giggling just having fun
Dancing beneath a golden sun
Joyful voices raised in glee
Brother and sisters surrounding me
Another summer game has begun.
Carefree childhood days and sleepy, moonlit nights
Catching grasshoppers and chasing fireflies lights
Laying in the warm sweet grass
Making pictures in the clouds that pass
Far away from cares and frights.
Summers weather soft and mild.
Lessons learned in summer, far away from school
Where to find a mushroom or a trout in a cool, deep pool
Constellations in the nights dark sky
Did Daddy ever tire of hearing "why"?
Worn out at night, we laughed like fools
The exhausted, slept until the new warm sun opened our eyes.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Feelings of terror
Rooms of confinement
I keep trying to forget
Giving myself, my love
Hold me, secure me
Thoughts of aloneness
Entwined in a black, quiet place
Night comes to me, I need to escape
Ignore the fears, deeply hidden
Nothingness is a safe place
Go inside yourself, alone and silent
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
I smelled Autumn today, on the leaves that swiftly blew away.
On this partly-cloudy sunny day.
On this blooming wild flower day.
On the rain-moist dirt roads, on cloud-reflecting puddles.
On the ripening crop fields and the plump summer fed deer.
On the snakes coiled and quiet on the sun-warmed road.
On the storms rolling in.
On this chill feeling wind.
On the shushing trees full of leaf-touched winds, carrying the honking sound of flying geese and the throaty wild turkey clucks.
On the purple alfalfa.
On the sun, muted yellow.
On the whitetail buck with his snorts and his bellow.
On the smells of sweet berries, wild apples and warm horses.
On the air whirling and blowing,
from dark tree-lined footpaths,
through golden sun-warmed wild grasses,
along moist and wooded river banks
and dancing along forest deer-trail passes.
On the fragrant breeze that gently tousles my hair.
I smell Autumn everywhere.
It makes me smile.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Need
consumes
from within
and now fulfilled
Peace
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
His eyes are pools of autumn fire
An intense gaze, of which I never tire.
To drown in their depths a pleasant death
He comes in closer, I loose my breath.
Our pulses quicken, skin tingles, a live wire.
The touch of his hand upon my skin
As he looks into my eyes, my thoughts are a sin.
Taking me into his strong arms, he holds me
Even in his tight embrace, I feel so free.
The beat of his heart, is my hearts twin.
His breathy voice, whispered into my ear
The sound of it excites me, brings me near.
The thoughts in my head, vivid imagination
The feelings for him a strong fascination.
To loose him now is my only fear.
The future is an unknown mystery
Will I always be alone, will he come to me?
With him close to my side I will be complete
The sight of him, his touch, will be so sweet.
Whatever he wants, whatever he needs...I will be.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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Kimberly Taylor Poem
Comfort
strong arms
embrace me
hold me closely
safe
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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