Submissions by timkit (Tim Kitchen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a poet I usually write in Rhyme. And I believe the only way to write is from the heart
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2022 3:17pm
17th Aug 2022 3:17pm
Little Man
Little Man.
There was joy, there was sorrow
there was darkness, there was light.
And then you came to be among us
on a cold and winter’s night.
The little miracle, we had hoped for
a gift to a father, of a son.
For this Grandad, a little playmate
And time together, full of fun.
For your Mother, what she hoped for
and it seemed would never come.
A little bundle of hope and joy
her very precious baby son.
With your smile you make us happy
if you’re sad we feel it too.
And our lives are so much...
There was joy, there was sorrow
there was darkness, there was light.
And then you came to be among us
on a cold and winter’s night.
The little miracle, we had hoped for
a gift to a father, of a son.
For this Grandad, a little playmate
And time together, full of fun.
For your Mother, what she hoped for
and it seemed would never come.
A little bundle of hope and joy
her very precious baby son.
With your smile you make us happy
if you’re sad we feel it too.
And our lives are so much...
#children
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 2:43pm
20th Apr 2020 2:43pm
Retribution.
Alone I entered the room.
Something wasn’t right.
The patio door was open.
There he was, hiding in the corner.
That was the last straw.
He’d been bothering me
and my family all week.
We were all afraid of him.
As I cautiously approached him
he went for me. Trying to evade
him I fell and cut my head
on the edge of the radiator.
Finally I managed to get the better
of him, striking him hard with
my right hand. Then I angrily
launched into him.
Didn’t know I had it in me.
After a few moments
It...
Something wasn’t right.
The patio door was open.
There he was, hiding in the corner.
That was the last straw.
He’d been bothering me
and my family all week.
We were all afraid of him.
As I cautiously approached him
he went for me. Trying to evade
him I fell and cut my head
on the edge of the radiator.
Finally I managed to get the better
of him, striking him hard with
my right hand. Then I angrily
launched into him.
Didn’t know I had it in me.
After a few moments
It...
#scary
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 9:35am
8th Apr 2020 9:35am
It's Raining
It’s raining so hard outside
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.
I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could...
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.
I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could...
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 9:23am
8th Apr 2020 9:23am
All I Need Is You
Quiet meal, just the two of us
is something we still like to share.
It’s always easier to be ourselves
when no one else is there.
Slow dance, is still our favourite dance
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.
Gentle passion, that’s how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender.
That’s how we like it to be.
Night falls and you share my pillow
feels good holding you close like I do
Dawn breaks and...
is something we still like to share.
It’s always easier to be ourselves
when no one else is there.
Slow dance, is still our favourite dance
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.
Gentle passion, that’s how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender.
That’s how we like it to be.
Night falls and you share my pillow
feels good holding you close like I do
Dawn breaks and...
#love
#romantic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 3:52pm
7th Apr 2020 3:52pm
Play That Tune
The storm clouds are gathering inside my head
I’m far too troubled for sleep in my bed
I’ve got worries on my mind the world’s all bad news
life’s getting me down and I’ve got the blues.
But I know what to do when the feelings all gloom
I’ll put on the stereo and play that tune
the one by Neil Diamond a favourite of mine
that old little melody called Sweet Caroline.
I’ll listen for a while as the blues drift away
everything’s alright when I hear that music play.
Some time will pass and I’ll be troubled some more
I’ll be...
I’m far too troubled for sleep in my bed
I’ve got worries on my mind the world’s all bad news
life’s getting me down and I’ve got the blues.
But I know what to do when the feelings all gloom
I’ll put on the stereo and play that tune
the one by Neil Diamond a favourite of mine
that old little melody called Sweet Caroline.
I’ll listen for a while as the blues drift away
everything’s alright when I hear that music play.
Some time will pass and I’ll be troubled some more
I’ll be...
#inspirational
#music
#lyrics
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 3:46pm
7th Apr 2020 3:46pm
The Vagrant
There’s a man who sleeps in the cold at night
on the bench down by the lake in the park.
His pillow, a bag he carries of the bits he owns,
just his jacket to keep him warm in the dark.
Who was he before he fell into this way of life
and is there someone who loved him and more.
Did he have a car, a house, a job of importance
was his life something special and happy before.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems.
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no...
on the bench down by the lake in the park.
His pillow, a bag he carries of the bits he owns,
just his jacket to keep him warm in the dark.
Who was he before he fell into this way of life
and is there someone who loved him and more.
Did he have a car, a house, a job of importance
was his life something special and happy before.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems.
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 9:41am
6th Apr 2020 9:41am
The Gravedigger
It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too.
People knew him in the village where he'd made his home
this strange young man, who was always on his own.
But he was just a lonely man, as harmless as can be
who wanted to live a normal life, just like you or me.
The girls always made fun of him and were a little cruel
he looked a bit simple and they treated him like a...
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too.
People knew him in the village where he'd made his home
this strange young man, who was always on his own.
But he was just a lonely man, as harmless as can be
who wanted to live a normal life, just like you or me.
The girls always made fun of him and were a little cruel
he looked a bit simple and they treated him like a...
#sadness
#love
#loneliness #hope
#loneliness #hope
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 9:34am
6th Apr 2020 9:34am
On Her Wings
Not so long ago, the journey of life
became hard and difficult,
a troubled mind made the waters
seem too deep and stormy,
a weakened spirit made the hills
feel steep and hard to climb,
a weary heart made the paths
seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace
became distant and impossible to reach.
Then that special person in my life
took control of my journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love.
And like an Angel, on her wings
she guided me through the waters
which gradually became...
became hard and difficult,
a troubled mind made the waters
seem too deep and stormy,
a weakened spirit made the hills
feel steep and hard to climb,
a weary heart made the paths
seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace
became distant and impossible to reach.
Then that special person in my life
took control of my journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love.
And like an Angel, on her wings
she guided me through the waters
which gradually became...
#anxiety
#love
#depression #inspirational
#depression #inspirational
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2020 4:20pm
3rd Apr 2020 4:20pm
Alice
As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.
Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.
They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.
After some time by his bed, she left
and on hearing a noise she smiled.
Coming...
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.
Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.
They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.
After some time by his bed, she left
and on hearing a noise she smiled.
Coming...
#happiness
#sadness
#grief #birth
#grief #birth
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2020 4:17pm
3rd Apr 2020 4:17pm
Faith
My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.
But I see things in a different way
I don’t spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is practical too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.
A man lies bleeding in the dark of night
prayer won’t...
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.
But I see things in a different way
I don’t spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is practical too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.
A man lies bleeding in the dark of night
prayer won’t...
#religion
#Christian
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 10:18am
2nd Apr 2020 10:18am
The Gift
The house now stands empty
where the old folks used to be
waiting to be filled again
with the sounds of a family.
Maybe a child at play
on some afternoon
or just the sound of a radio
playing a well known tune.
But I will always remember the old man
with his tales of long ago
of how he lived as a working man
and the folks he used to know.
And I’ll remember the old man’s wife
a little anxious, like she could be
but always happy to spend some time
sharing a laugh with me.
Their joy was in the...
where the old folks used to be
waiting to be filled again
with the sounds of a family.
Maybe a child at play
on some afternoon
or just the sound of a radio
playing a well known tune.
But I will always remember the old man
with his tales of long ago
of how he lived as a working man
and the folks he used to know.
And I’ll remember the old man’s wife
a little anxious, like she could be
but always happy to spend some time
sharing a laugh with me.
Their joy was in the...
#love
#memorial
#LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 10:11am
2nd Apr 2020 10:11am
Borderline
Borderline
A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.
There are children down in Africa
whose bodies know only pain
not knowing when they will eat again
or why the bad men came.
Terrorists are in every corner
of the world today
they speak of God and use their bombs
and take good people away.
Someone is lying wounded
a victim of a war
wondering where the love is
that’s supposed to save us all.
Why does it...
A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.
There are children down in Africa
whose bodies know only pain
not knowing when they will eat again
or why the bad men came.
Terrorists are in every corner
of the world today
they speak of God and use their bombs
and take good people away.
Someone is lying wounded
a victim of a war
wondering where the love is
that’s supposed to save us all.
Why does it...
#war
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