Here are sample poems from all my poetry collections. Under these poems you will find out more information about my debut poetry collection; “Love just feels like an invitation for more pain” – and my 2 other poetry collections. Finally, there’s a list of my online and in print published poetry.
MYSTERY OF THE SKY
Sometimes the sky
looks like a painting;
I wonder if the world
The clouds have minds of their
The earth gives us a
When the clouds move, they
glide like water
Sometimes it seems the sky is
And God can just stick his
finger in the water
It seems to God we are fishes
in His underwater tank of a world
Sometimes the ripples in the
clouds are majestic;
As the sun sets, it cast rays
on the clouds
Giving the sky a heavenly
Sometimes it seems the sky
You can see all you can see
when you look into the sky
The sky proves God is
The sky is
And when God cries the sky
delivers His tears
Sometimes I wonder if God
planned the sky
Sometimes loves turns into
Sometimes the sky
proves Heaven and Earth are one
express the meaning of this kiss
world has been unleashed as our lips touch
submitted to your unconditional love
In the back
of my mind I squirm when I realize
piece of heaven may be one sided
that I am has reflected in you
release me from this kiss
It is all I
have to hold onto
The end of
an era may be drawing near
tired of this confusion
want me or you don’t
Make up your
In the end
more of our lives are wasted
You need to
find out who you are
shouldn’t have said you were
is relationships’ number one killer
Life is too
short to play the field
you’ll be old and then who will satisfy you?
one that will die to be next to you –
I`m tired of
you thought I meant something when I didn`t
around enough to know what I meant
every now and then I need a note
To let me
know your thinking of me
make me clingy
It makes me
throw a fuss when I call you out
don`t deserve that
If you was
really feeling me
have shown me you were
speak louder than words
I want to
start all over again
boundaries of the unknown is nonexistent
Talk to me
and I`ll talk to you
So we can
achieve what I believe we both want
To fill the
void in our souls
Why is it that every woman I encounter has a man?
If you have a boyfriend/husband
but you want a girlfriend, BREAK UP!
Nobody has time to deal with that
Being lesbian has nothing to do with hiding behind the balls of a man
The love that we can find together knows no bounds
But why bring
that other drama into what we really want?
Is it THAT hard to leave
The taste of my love and the sight of my breasts and one kiss from my
lips are not worth leaving who you really don`t want in the first
Stop making excuses
I`m just asking a simple question of why
every woman I encounter has a man
Now I`m not one of those females who hate
Men are fine
Men are great
Sometimes men are wonderful!
why is it to get to know you I have to get to know and sleep with your man
Can`t I just get to know you?
Maybe I`ll never know
don`t want to know
The questions are too high and the answers are too
I mean, are you staying because he`s your babys` daddy?
But why the hell are you looking ME up?
I`d love to know
you and your kids
But your man?
I`m not into him
I`m into you
No, we can`t have a threesome
No, you can`t let him watch
I want you and only you – I`m trying to tell you!
Your man was good while he lasted
But if you want to have me you got to send him on
Didn`t you read my “Duality” poem yet?!?
Yes I`m Bi
But why do I have to be the piece of sex that
enhances your sex life?
Why can`t I be the one that just enhances your
Too much to ask for huh?
I`m not good enough for you?
If there are any single women-loving females out
there, Save ourselves the grief and give me a holla!
FOODS FOR THOUGHT:
If computers are responsible for the advancement of civilization, why don’t they work half the time?
If guns are so honorable and patriotic, why are they only used to intimidate and kill?
If a camera takes your picture automatically, why do we need a bigger camera for the picture to come out?
If a refrigerator keeps things cold, why does it need an electric socket?
If you can wash your clothes in a washing machine, why can’t you dry them in there too?
If cable antennas help the picture clear up, why don’t regular antennas do anything?
If an automatic door opens when you come to it, why does it open when no one is near it?
If streetlights completely turn off when broken, why do traffic lights just blink when they break?
Just some foods for thought…
If you’re in love with someone, can you send them a signal letting them know how you feel?
Or do you really feel anything when you like someone? Isn’t it just simply that you like them?
How do you know if that someone received your signal?
Suppose the person gave you no signs – or mixed signs for that matter
Is it time to give up the quest? Doesn’t that mean you really didn’t like them enough if they didn’t get your signal?
If things could go back the way they were, would the world be the same way?
Can you really fall apart when you were never together?
Would you pass on the one person who could make you happy if they didn’t appear the way you wanted?
Who says you can follow your heart when most of the time your wrong?
Could you catch a wish in your hand and make it come true?
Is life what we make it or is it truly possible to make a life?
How can you say I’m wrong when I’m not entirely sure who is right?
Which time did you learn that the world has two different sides?
Have you considered what is really good and who is really evil?
What could you say to someone who is already dead?
Why is harder going up and way too easy going down?
Whose story has yet to be told?
Rough winds has touched me too many times this year
Too often the memories of what I wanted faded into debris
And yet still I search for the true meaning of my personal hapiness
Hoping that someone else shares my plight
I know my faults are many and my attributes are few
But that doesn’t mean I can’t love
Just means its harder for me to
With that in mind, is it my fault?
Again and again I get the opposite of what I ask for
And maybe that’s what I get for being too choosy
I ignored the calls of the winds and tried to take the route of the breeze instead
So this is my punishment
A lifetime alone and full of uncertainty
Constantly dragging myself down with physical imperfections
And no one understanding that to change me is impossible
My conclusion is permanent: I am imperfect; Will you still love me?
A WOMAN’S PEROGATIVE
It’s very hard being a woman
because everything we feel
and everything we fight for
is tied to our emotions
I can’t imagine
being a man
and not just any man
but a man who carries no remorse
Do we need to call them men?
A man should be defined
by the strength of his character
and his loyalty
Is there such a thing as a man now?
too many are jaded from infancy
taught that it’s cool to disrespect
and uncool to honor
I guess we have the freedom
to be looked down upon when we disrespect, huh?
It’s very hard being a woman
and having a woman’s perogative
THE UNSPOKEN WORDS
I cannot tell anyone who I love
I cannot stand in a crowd of familiarity
I cannot reveal my deepest desires
I cannot share my dreams
For they lie with women
I; a woman who loves women
I cannot smile without a frown
I cannot laugh without a cry
I cannot flirt without a danger
I cannot see what I want
For they lie with women
I; a woman who loves women
You can laugh
You can flirt
You can be merry
Because you are the majority
I make you uncomfortable
Because I lie with women
Therefore you close to my joy
You silence my screams
You forbid my desires
Because you are the majority
But I; a woman who loves women
I cannot walk in your shadow
I cannot gaze into your eyes
I cannot go beyond the boundaries you set for me
For they lie with women
I; a woman who loves women
LOVE IS DEADLY
I withhold a secret that everybody ignores
A secret that would tear a shore
This secret isn’t meant for sharing
Yet the stunt I crave to do is daring
My soul will pay if I go through with it
Yet I want to experience what I may not fit
Heaven or hell – pain or pleasure – which can I choose?
Remember Kimberly you snooze you loose
It’s a choice everyone must make sometime
Whether to stay good – or mingle with a crime
A crime so deadly it can’t be defined
Like a python bite in the spine
It’s clear to your eye that this crime is the biggest of its kind
But maybe the seriousness of it is all in my mind
I must take caution – so I’d better be off
Where will I go? Oh Lord I have betrayed you
If I die I can’t be next to you; if I live I can’t be near you
I don’t want to betray you yet I want happiness
You have promised me this yet I have not received
Is it because of previous crimes?
I should have taken heed
I love you, oh Lord I do, but it’s he I love too
He is so far yet so close – sounds like you
He is taken in the arms of his wife – another
But when I befriend him he lets go and craves me (the other)
I want the same and yet I want your love too
I am caught in a triangle which I’m not familiar
Help me oh Lord,
Do it before I sin and have my body burned in hell
And his body rotting miserably in a jail’s cell
Please accept me oh Lord I’m asking for your help
He and I are victims of Satan’s horrible game
Keep us safe; help us home; keep our hormones tame.
HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU
She couldn’t tell if she had changed;
Her height didn’t increase
The hair is still the same length
Hasn’t had the time to buy new clothes
Yet still, people insist she’s changed
Somehow a miracle has occurred in their eyes
But in hers, absolutely nothing has transpired
Waking up has not been done differently
Perhaps the Prozac really did a difference
People can’t quite put their finger on it
But that’s the only conclusion she can come to –
It’s the only one that makes sense!
Instead of the heavy emptiness she feels upon waking
She can finally get her day rollingIn place of dreading the future
There’s now time to sit and live in the present
However, she thought she did these things already
But perhaps she had been kidding herself to think so
Maybe the Prozac only helped
In cutting out other people’s thoughts of her
MY SISTER’S FIST
Every time I turn around
I feel the bruises left
By her selfishness
She can’t look at me
Without making me feel like I was never welcome in her home
Her words kind of hide
Her true feelings for me
And hide her feelings about our fathers
I often wonder if she had a good childhood
Of if hating me was part of it
Making it hard for both of us to move on
She continues to deny her impact
By acting like my sister
I should have looked up to her
Not regretting that she was taller than me
OVER OR UNDER RATED?
Happiness was all she had on her mind
where all her thoughts, hopes, and dreams were finally in a place she could feel comfortable with them
All her life she struggled;
amidst the screaming and the suffering-next to the bickering nagging-
She finally found that peace the kind of peace only happy people felt
now she could be just like them
But soon the emptiness came back again
she awoke in the morning wanting happiness only to find tears
She spoke to her friends about her dilemma
They laughed and told her, “Happiness is not all it’s cracked up to be! Sometimes what you seek the most is an illusion.”
That advice stayed with her-
reminding her that all her emotional desires were for naught
I can’t imagine that everything I do is wrong
maybe I’m a bit careless or perhaps I ‘ve not only lost my self esteem
but also lost the self esteem of my accomplishments
If ever people thought I don’t apply myself they obviously never knew me in the first place
so I’ve struck out in the education department
it’s not everyday you find out maybe you weren’t smart enough
Hiding in the minor achievements of my personal life
can not save me from their jeers anymore it only increases them;
and falsely reminds them that that was all I had to show
One day they will look at me differently
spare me their untruthful pity
to finally respect and value what I’ve been through
and help me arrive where I want to go
I’m sorry that my hopes and dreams are not needed
I didn’t mean to imply that my thoughts were of importance
I regret that you felt my values being expressed
I’ll try harder next time to silence my screams
Don’t believe me when I say things that are true
Don’t mean to make you feel like I actually had something to say
Didn’t mean to rain on your parade
Doesn’t hurt me that my life is going down the wrong path
Please forgive my rudeness when I disagreed with your theory
Please don’t forget to tell me what I said was a lie
Pleasure to have known my life should have been like yours
Pleased that you find my values inferior
Yes I promise to always agree with you
No I will never have an opinion of my own
Yes you can count on my unbending surrender
No worrying about what I have to sacrifice to gain your approval
In a matter of time all I’ve known will vanish
And what will become of what I wanted us to be?
Your smile woke me up every morning and you kept me laughing throughout
But what will happen when the familiar goes out of business?
I’m torn between declaring my love or learning from the mistakes of my past
Are you caught in this same dilemma? or did you even notice your effect on me?
For right now, in a matter of time, all of what we’ve known will vanish
Perhaps our paths will cross again someday- other than my dreams
It was the year of my freedom
When I thought we had surpassed
All the hate and prejudice
That she let shine through
I had a simple request I asked of her:
To take me to the store for Christmas shopping
Everything was going fine
Till she found out the people I was buying for were white
I can’t believe she let this get her upset again
The snow had not fallen on the ground
Even though Christmas was only a week away
I just wanted to have a normal holiday!
She called me out my name
And told me I’m a slave
Then left me sobbing openly –
Watching her march out the doors
As I stood there clutching my Christmas list
All I wanted was to go back to my dorm room
Instead I had to wave down the store security guard
And eventually get back in the car with my mother.
ANGELS IN MY HORIZON
As I sleep their wings cover me
When I walk they are near me
As I breathe they are with me
When I speak they can hear me
To know God is to know Angels
For when I see Angels they reflect His image
To know Angels is to know God
For it is He that dispearses them to their work
To be touched by an Angel Is to be healed
To be loved by an Angel Is to be lucky
I hear their calls a mile away
Whether I’m within a crowd or I am by myself
Whether they answer me or not I leave up to them
I had a dream of being whole
Where all my fantasies and desires had a way of coming true
He and I created a fictional world for ourselves
Built under the halo of my mind
I just want Him to love me
I want to be seen
There’s too many false promises people give
Too much to know I want more than this
If I could cut Him out in little stars
And hang Him in the heavens
Everyone would worship the simple magnifisense(spelling?)
And pay no more attention to their insignificant plights
Within His being there is male beauty beyond any words can define
His whole essence covering and smothering
Surrounding and devouring each room He enters
Which keeps my heart from committing suicide
I sit night after night and day after day
Waiting and passing other opportunities
Hoping that I have stopped this someone in His tracks
And made Him wish for the simplicity I offer
Maybe I read too much into His glares
I actually believed that somehow I was worth His attention
And foolishly thought perhaps
He believed the same in return
For now I am left forever empty and longing for His love
~~~ANNOUCING THE COMPLETION OF THE “Love just feels like an invitation for more pain…The beginning poems of Kim, theBword Poet” Poetry collection!~~~
This debut poetry collection is the poetry I was inspired to write when I was in highschool. This collection is separated into 4 sections; Attraction, Depression, Anger, and Spiritual.
Table of Contents:
Section 1; Attraction
2. Love is Deadly
3. A smile is worth the rush
4. What is Love?
5. The Unspoken Words
8. A meaningful gaze
9. Fantasies 2
10. The End
Section 2; Depression
17. My Life is Like a Death Trap
18. I look so ugly when I cry
19. Confusion and Denial
20. Broken Wing
21. Change is not for the best
22. Untitled 1
23. The arms of depression
24. Untitled 2
25. I’m going back
26. Change is torture
28. The effects of recurring depression
29. More than aspirin can cure
30. Over rated?
31. How other people see you
Section 3; Anger
33. Life as a metaphor
34. My self image
36. A woman’s prerogative
38. Talking back
40. Guess what I did…
41. Challenge me
Section 4; Spiritual
42. Untitled 3
44. Untitled 4
45. Untitled 5
46. Untitled 6
47. Angels in the Horizon
48. A Clear Night
49. God is a Woman
50. Rhetorical Questions
You can sample earlier formats and pieces from this collection on my Facebook Fan Page; Notes section and on my Youtube page; under Literary Video Blog 2. Stay tuned for when and where this collection will be published.
~~~The “Random Thoughts – The clinically depressed musings of a poet” Chapbook~~~ is also finished and will be published not long after the debut collection is put out. This Chapbook is a long journal entry of life outside of highschool. It is separated into Depression and Dating.
~~~Currently, the “3; A poetic account of thrice alter egos” Poetry collection~~~ is being completed. This is a bisexual poetry book broken into 3 sections: Lesbian, Bisexual, and Straight.
*On kuma2.net, check out my poems “Questions” http://www.kuma2.net/lit/questions1104.htm , “Her Domain” http://www.kuma2.net/lit/herdomain1004.htm , and “Lust” http://www.kuma2.net/lit/lust1004.htm Copyrights 2004
*I published 2 poems in “The International Library of Poetry’s A Celebration of Poets Showcase Edition”; 1 in 1998 and 1 in 2003.
*I published a poem in Youngstown State University’s “1999 Penguin Review.”
*I have 7 poems in “Hessler Street Fair’s Poetry Competition booklets”; 2 in 2003, 1 in 2005, 1 in 2006, 1 in 2008, 1 in 2015, and 1 in 2016.
*I have 2 poems in Cleveland State University’s “The Vindicator” 1 in 2003, and 1 in 2016.
*I published a poem in “Bi Women; Boston’s Bi newsletter” in March 2010.
* I published a poem in Cuyahoga Community College’s “BreakWall Literary Journal” in May 2011.
*I have a poem in Lakewood Public Library’s Symbolic poetry collection “Poems and Problems” in April 2013.