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Blissful Misery

Updated on December 28, 2016
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A Poem Somewhere In A Book

I wrote this poem for a contest on the site Poetry Nation. I actually received a letter stating I made it in the semi-finals and that my poem would be marketed in a book the publishing company Eber and Wein put out every year. The book supposed to be a compilation of all the semi-finalists poems. I don't know if this is true, I didn't know much about Poetry Nation and it has been quite a while since I have heard anything else. I never heard who won or if the book is published now in order to buy. I did visit the site and try to find out, but couldn't find the information. So, if anyone sees this poem under another name other than my name Karen Smith, please let me know.

I hope you like this poem, it's one of the first poems I ever wrote. :)

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Blissful Misery

Oh, but I've always known

what it feels like not to be loved.

It’s a curse of suffering that

comes from something unseen.


It bestows on me such insecurities.

The air from my lungs sometimes

ceases to fill, and I’m smothering like

a bee who at this moment stung its


prey; fluttering, gasping, and just

wasting away. Jesus himself has

no mercy on me, can’t you see, his

intent to make me suffer just as he.


I look forward by lifting my head,

holding it up, but still feeling dread.

To wake in this world is like the

living dead...


though, a part of me longs to be

alive, as alive as a beautiful bird that

soars in the blue sky.However, I only

seem to be the strings...


of a sadly played violin, cut and

tortured under its battering bow

gently weeping with every screeching

stroke.


Although many lessons learned

are my gift, I suppose. It’s the scars

of my life that still whittle my bones.

Am I wise beyond my days...


so it seems, yet I would give wisdom

up for one true love scene...

Uncommon word definitions

Bestow(s) - grant; give

Cease(s) - end; stop

Batter(ing) - pound heavily

Whittle - reduce something in size by gradual series of steps.

© 2015 Missy Smith

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      Michael Baker 2 years ago from Columbia, Mo

      Love is bliss but when you do find.it keep it.message me

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      Rayon mclaren 22 months ago from St. Catherine

      true speech

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      I just updated this one with more pictures and a classical song. Thanks, I appreciate the comments.

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      Anemix 20 months ago

      love it! in the end, I guess we are all searching for a love story :)

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      I think so...:)

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      Bill Holland 10 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I found mine and I'm not giving it back. :)

      I just had to stop by to thank you for the beautiful comment and story you left on my hub yesterday. Sitting with the elderly on the steps, listening to their stories....priceless memories, Missy. I truly do appreciate you.

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      Missy Smith 10 months ago from Florida

      Hey Bill, I'm glad you don't mind my long comments. I looked back after posting that one, and thought, daaaannnng, I didn't even use breaks in that one. I must be bugging the heck out of Bill. LOL. I miss those times. I appreciate those memories, that when I look back, have really made me who I am today in personality. Going to your page and reading your stories make me feel as if I am at book club, and I want to share. I actually have never joined a book club, maybe I should see if they may be one around here. However, If you don't mind, I think I would rather stay with yours. ;) Thanks again, Bill!

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