Biography of Khembottra Oum
Khembottra Oum is an American/Cambodian poet from Long Beach, CA. His poems mainly focus on religion, love, and the human condition. Besides being influenced by poets of the past, he cites that battle rapping and hip hop artists have contributed to his unique style. He continues to test the limits of poetry and wants to bring it back as an important medium of popular culture.
Khembottra Oum Poems
24 Hour Donut Shop
Your doors are always open to me, A place where I find solace and peace, This is the only place where I wanna be.
No More Masks
Can you bring a bottle? You know, the elixir of truth. When men drink, they cry too.
Never Lets Go
Upside down and all around Shadows cross a plane of no return. Mistakes grow deep inside the rib cage. Until it separates self and right.
I can see the darkness thats inside of you. Come on brother, come on friend. I've been through the same and I know.
Of all the things that men fear the most it is neither death or either ghosts. Its not knowing the feeling of being close.
I've seen the mountains, oceans, and skies, Revealing the truth and saving my life. It's all beautiful and all serene. When the morning wakes and it makes me believe.
Pain lingers around, like a homeless man dead in a church. A woman has given in to the madness She cries to satisfy the thirst.
A pain that grows grows like no other... Not like a flower that blossoms from the ground.
The Last Two Wars
War 1: I was looking into you to find me. I loss that war,
I Wanted To Say
I saw her crying the other day By herself and I wanted to say Its okay, Its okay.
The Place Where I Can Hear Your Name
When you get out of your nightmare, can you step into my dreams.
On This Earth
Why are the hearts of many, so uncontent? Relationships to be used and misused. It is not love; Can loneliness be that evil? For myself, Do I truly know what it feels like?
The Philosopher King
He sits high on his throne Teaching humanity about humanity Is this what it means to be alone?
Hero Of Poem
If I have truly lived a life of my poems
would that make me a better man.
I would be a hypocrite if I told you so,
for I am no hero of poem.
I live within my dreams and the dreams of poets,
my reality is dark and somber.
Each and everyday, I try and I try...
to be a hero of poem.