Kim Schilling Poems

He quietly sits in dim solitude.
Day after day he waits.
A tear in the fading wallpaper;
His muted center of attention.
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Men see boldness as being bitchy,
Except of course if you’re a man.
Naturally, men can be big and bold.
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A hush fell like whispers in the cool air.
The bold children pushed each other on a dare,
knowing all too well they’d get a good scare,
for hidden in the deep, dark cavern lived a bear.
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The Groundhog Looked Out of His Door
“Shall I give them spring or six weeks more? ”
“These silly fools think my shadow is the trick,
but I just roll the dice and make a decision quick.”
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Parting the tender way for Winter,
tan blades of crunchy grass kneel,
succumbing to the crisp breeze,
dividing the line of old and new.
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All those innocent goodbyes,
and yet his yearning blue eyes,
spoke to me in profound secret,
I would hold and not soon forget.
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Pain
cannot
be erased
with a single
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Dried
red rose,
the cutting
and sad wilted
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He looked like most other baby boys
Ten fingers, ten toes and a perfect nose,
But he was given only days to live,
So cherished and doted upon he was.
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Misty steam rises from the porcelain tub
as she gently lowers in her curvaceous body.
Glistening bubbles reflect gold specks of light;
candles dancing gracefully under moonlight,
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