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Kim Hilliker Poem
I have a pain so profound that I cannot name it.
I try to ignore it, but I’m forced to claim it.
It’s a gut wrenching sorrow that only grows
An affliction that absolute misery knows
There’s dejection in every breath that I take
And torment controls every move that I make
Love has abandoned me and pulverized my heart
Faith has done nothing but tear me apart.
My spirit is faded and my soul has turned bleak
I am forsaken by God and all that I seek
Despair has taken over my wretched being,
And blessings are something I’m not believing
My essence is distressed by everything that is
I’m demagnetized by all that the universe gives
It’s an existence of oppression on every plane
Like being institutionalized when you’re not insane
It’s a anguish so powerful my whole body will cry
A ruthless torture that begs my very being to die.
Inspired by Rokeyai Hassen's (It Feels) Like: This Too Shall Pass (Now on PoetrySoup)
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Poets create worlds through a minimal of words.
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Brilliant radiance
Splendid celestrial sphere
Shimmering Blue Moon
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It’s not fully accredited for all and to the extent
A teacher does
For a child, all that will be and for an adult,
All ever was
It should no longer be ignored that a teacher
Shapes a life
The scope within the duty far extends
Degrees of rife
They are literary prophets that instill a
Code of ethics
And they equally accept both the “norm” and
The eccentrics
Despite common theories, there is no
Teacher’s pet;
For, judgment not they pass, but it’s the
Willing that they let
They earn and deserve much respect; yet, they
Do not demand it
What morally they teach, imperfect homes steal
Like a bandit
No, they are not supreme authority on how
It’s supposed to be
But, they try damn hard to teach our children
For you and me.
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Voices of the heart
Silence is the only answer
Meeting of the souls
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A tree leaning left
God's perfect imperfection
In the misty dew
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Goodbye
I've left you
No more violence
Battered for the last time
Goodbye
***** Written for my daughter. She left her husband this weekend. Yay! I'm so proud of her.
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Pure beauty is eternal bliss.
It permeates our existence
And lightens a burdened soul.
The most beautiful thing is love
(Without judgment or assumption)
Fostering acceptance that—
Nourishes the famished
And empowers the meek.
Aesthetics make a pleasing world
They personify lasting trends,
Stimulate creative minds,
And entertain world consciousness.
Delight embraces desire,
Passionate words inspire,
Art refutes retire,
All get to admire.
To be of beautiful spirit
Unleashes outward radiance--
A gratifying notion
To be of a beautiful mind
Fetches cognitive recognition--
An honorary triumph
Loving your own beauty
Transcends all other thought.
***Inspired by Catie Lindsey's "Focus on Syllables" Contest***
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You
touch my
heart often
by being you
and by loving me
with all your heart and soul
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Your unconditional love
fosters stength within my being
that creates character at my core
and empowers me to be who I am
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What are modern technology and medical breakthroughs for
When there no happy people anymore?
There’s psychic hotlines and personal ads to go with new age trends
But still the strife, gloom and depression never ends.
Dreams forever shattered and all hopes have been banished
Consideration, respect and harmony have all just vanished.
There are very few smiles and even less laughter
Incomprehensable to think of happiness ever after.
Relationships are disposable and children are on their own
There’s an overpopulation; yet, everyone feels alone.
To keep a positive attitude is the latest thing they preach
A façade of emotions, pushing intimacy far out of reach.
In the stirring of the night, through the silence, there’s a cry
Going unanswered, whispers softly, “only the lucky die.”
Copyright © Kim Hilliker | Year Posted 2009
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