About Me

Hi! I’m Kim V. Poetry. I was born in Virginia and raised in Texas by my grandparents. I’m a Navy Veteran, who decided to follow in my father and grandfather’s footsteps and serve my country. I write dark romantic poetry and short stories.


  • Happy Sunday

    Happy Sunday

    Happy Sunday, my loves 💜🖤💜How was your weekend? I had a good one! One of the best I’ve had in a long while. I hope you, too, got a chance to relax and recharge. Now, for the quote of the week, I chose this one because it’s something that I have to tell myself daily.Continue…

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  • Midnight Fears

    Midnight Fears

    You were kind,When I was broken. You held my hand,When I was afraid. So for you,I would give youEvery bit of my soul,Because you showedme how to live. And midnight isn’t as scaryAnymore,With you here,By my side. ©️KVPArt: SkullHeads Art by Gerrel SaundersContact: skullheads@gmail.comSong: “Goodbye,” Billie Eilish

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  • Starry Night

    Starry Night

    Tonight I looked upAt a starry skyAnd wonder if youCan feel me think of you. Then the warm breezeCaresses my cheekLike you once did,And I remember it all. How you held me.How you kissed me,How you made myFear disappear likeSmoke in the air. My love,Though we are apart,We’ll always share nightsLike this. Because our loveLivesContinue…

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  • Save My Soul

    Save My Soul

    I surrender to you. For I am seeking salvationFrom my dampened dreamsAnd recurring nightmares. Because I’ve been cloakedIn echoes of the past,Masked in misconceptionsAnd sleepless nights. Left to be buried with undriedTears,And an undying heartbreak. I want you toSave my soul,Because I want to seeTomorrow. I want to be lostIn this moment,In crystalline cascades,And diamondsContinue…

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  • Think of Me

    Think of Me

    When you think of me,Think of holding my handWhen your pain was too greatAnd you were afraid. Remember my song,And how it played in theBackground that night,When you told me youLoved me. When you are lost for words,And are searching for answers,Look to the metaphors of the mysterious moon,And my poetry will be there. AndContinue…

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  • Conversations with the Moon

    Conversations with the Moon

    She writes sad poetryBecause her heart aches,And is filled to the brimWith what used to be. She spends her nights,Talking to the moon,About life and love. Because she has notForgotten what it feelsLike to have them in thePalm of her hand. She has not forgotten you. Because it was in the kiss,In the way youContinue…

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