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Best Poems Written by Kellie Parks

Below are the all-time best Kellie Parks poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Love Language

I miss the way your lips feel on mine.

I know that doesn’t make sense because we’ve never physically met, but I do.

And I’m fully aware that it may be because my love language is physical touch…

But I don’t think it is anymore.

I think it’s you.

It’s how your shy smile never failed to calm my storms.

There mere sound of your voice would make my heart race like a thousand horses.

And for the rest of my life i know I will forever be chasing the feeling i want forever.. to neet you for the first time.

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Unanticipated

I’ve been patient 
I’ve sat here,
And waited.
I’ve given you the best of all my tomorrows.
The thing is..
I haven’t even met you yet. 
And I wait here, 
A fool. The hopeless romantic.
For the girl I may never get. 
Who some say, doesn’t even exist.
Maybe you do,
Maybe you don’t,
But, all I know.. 
Is that I would walk into the abyss, with no sense of direction,
For a chance to love you.

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The Sun

The sun whispered to me..
“It’s okay to be happy.”
I let it’s warmth kiss my skin.
Over and over
I let it in 
And slowly I let it brighten my soul.
It made me whole and now..
Now I can’t even imagine.
What it feels like to be in the dark,
Or to be cold.
Because I know the sun burns for me,
And its quite plain to see 
That even with torrents of icy dread washing in and out like the tide
And you feel like you are slipping into a gray life.
The sun is always there.

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Ghost of You

•My breath wont let me say that you’re gone.
• This continuous pressure your mere memory forces on me pins me to this Earth
•won't you please let me go?
•At night I hear you unintelligibly shout to me through my pillow, your seething laugh haunts what precious moments I actually do sleep.
•Your visits should comfort me but they don’t, I dread seeing your baleful face.
•Especially since they come at 3AM.
•With a sweaty brow, and quivering heart.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•Was it my own heart? Incessantly beating, throbbing, quaking at the thought of you?
•No.. I just know its you.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•With every step the memory of your hateful fingertips burns the skin around my neck. I reflexively reach up to touch my throat and swear.. I can almost feel you there.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•I reach for the doorknob of my bedroom, the bedroom we used share, where you would leave me crying, bloodied and bruised…and with a shaking hand tighten my grip.
•THUMP!
•I pull the door open aggressively, being fully prepared to meet with your ghost face to face, but was only met with a cool breeze.
•Its like this every night.

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The Cobra

-I just wanted a friend
-One without ulterior motives
-Know what I mean? 
-They never ACTUALLY listen to what im saying.
-They just nod, and smile, they agree at all the right parts..
-But, the whole time they’re just counting up their brownie points to get into my pants.
-Like “eventually I’ll give in.”
-Ill have moment of weakness, or a moment they could take advantage by knowing me so well and having my trust. 
-Like a cobra they wait to strike me down like some sort of weak mouse.
-Their forked tongue whispering lies through my ears and to my soul. 
-Reminding me all of the things I've told them in confidence. Now being weaponized against me. 
-Maybe its best, 
-to be alone.

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Dear Wanker

I’m not always sure what to do
But, I’m good with words, so I wrote this for you
Your heart is a stone, its rough and dark
And deep in that rock is a hole
That hole is where you kept me.
From my small view I watched my life pass by as I lived  as half a person. 
When I catch myself thinking of what we once were i’m enveloped in a whirlwind of disgust.
Im learning, again, how to breathe my own breath. 
So I don’t live with regret
Ever again.
So, at night I close my eyes and whisper our secrets to the ceiling.
Purging my soul of memory of you.

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His Last Dollar

Its the 1920’s, what a time to be alive!
Sure we struggle with money
But, we have love.. and that suits us fine.
I have my four daughters,
And a good husband too.
He works so hard.
To get us through.
I don’t sleep at night
Cause the littlest one cries 
I think that she’s hungry, 
I see it in her eyes. 
Thank goodness..
He gets paid this week,
But, his best friend needs money too..
And he is so sweet.
Tears fill my eyes
As he writes out the check
How will we get by
Until he gets paid next ?
He senses my worry
And cups my cheek
“Please, dont be scared, honey,”
It’ll be OK, wait and see
I went to the bookstore to calm my nerves
Flipping through the pages of some of my favorite words
When it came to me
Like a miracle on a breeze 
Each page hid a dollar
My babies would eat
Tears brimmed my eyes
“my God, he was right“
I smiled and wept,
I would sleep well that night.

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Stars

I know what I want and I know what it means
But I cant find my way
I can’t find a way back to you
Somehow I just know that your skin feels like starlight.
Your eyes bathe me in an impossible glow leaving me feeling so loved and warm
But without you i’m drowning
In an unbearable heat
And it consumes me. 
Leaving nothing but a pile of ash and charred bone.
From the ground I reach for you
and look up at the stars above 
And I realize..
You are the stars.
You were the whole time.
An unreachable treasure,
That will never be mine.

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Girls Like Me

Girls like me..
We grow up on the outside looking in.
Begging, pleading, hoping that there is somewhere we’ll fit in.
Girls like me..
Don’t get the magical ending.
With big white houses and picket fences.
No one looks at us with envy,
And we wonder.
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something I should be doing different?
Because the girls we see in the media that don’t have scars.
They don’t have stray hairs, or stretch marks.
But look closely and their eyes are hollow.
There’s nothing there,
they know nobody cares.
The only purpose they serve in this world is to be pleasurable to the eye.
To be the prize for some guy.
But still.
Theres girls like me.
The outside looking in,
Wondering when
It will be our turn.

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The Reaper Tw

The Reaper ??TW?? SI

Do not fear me!
I come only to guide you.
Let me hold your eyes and pull you through the darkness.
I know you’re scared..
Every day I see you crying..
You expected bones and billowing black robes?
I bring only kindness. 
And the realization,
That death…
is not an ending.
Its the beginning of a new adventure.