The Better Option
Better to be liked
and not loved
Than to be loved
—and not liked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
How Little
It’s not about how much it takes
to make you happy
—but how little
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
A Light Now Shines
Allowed to grow unfettered,
allowed to grow unnamed
Allowed to grow beyond myself,
connected once again
Swept up by the wind that brought me,
and free of nether mind
A light now shines within my soul
—that once had come to blind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Quest
A thing itself is cheap…
its knowledge though is dear
The journey worth a thousand times
—an arrival most unclear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Once The Bee Has Left
If you know that you can,
do you really still have to
With uncertainty gone,
does incentive still thrive
Must you then prove to others,
what you know beyond measure
Is it anticlimactic
—once the bee leaves the hive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Lost Pen
Consumed within my writing,
devoured in the verse
A sacrificial empty draft,
waiting for the hearse
Buried just below the line,
a dead unwritten verb
A victim of tomorrow
—whose pen has lost its nerve
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
My Dying Rage
Forever an outsider,
a key without a door
Locked in your detention,
its barrier secure
Always on the outside,
forever looking in
My actions well intended,
your eyes see only sin
I spend my time in silence,
rejection as a friend
These years I serve in exile,
one word from you could end
The walls keep growing thicker,
blank paper for a cage
My spark now just a flicker
—to light my dying rage
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Deaths Twins
The friendly enemy,
or enemy friend
What matters the difference,
or need to pretend
Either stabbed in the front,
or knifed in the back
The wound just as fatal,
in either attack
Blood given freely,
or blood taken dark
Veins running empty,
leading back to the heart
To face it undaunted,
or preyed from the rear
Deaths twins will approach
—on the tip of one spear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
If
If wishes were dreams
—eternity could sleep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 4th, 2019 12:24
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Kurt,
Through your ever magical pen, youāve gifted your readers, once again, with some wonderful poems! Thank you for your daily shares! They brighten our day! āļø
ā¢ āThe Better Optionā
Ideally and in all honesty, Iād be very content with both! I would love to like the one I love...I would like to love the one I like!
ā¢ āHow Littleā
It doesnāt take much to make me happy! Honesty and small genuine gestures will do just fine!
ā¢ ā A Light Now Shinesā
May that light within your soul forever shine!
ā¢ āThe Questā
The journey is definitely worth it!
ā¢ āOnce The Bee Has Leftā
The only person I have to prove anything to is myself!
ā¢ āThe Lost Penā
Your pen will never lose its nerve! Your Muses will make sure of that!
Continue to inspire us with your magical pen! šš
~Laura~
P.S.-Just noticed another three poems youāve shared while I was reading and commenting! I shall diligently read them and most likely make a comment!
Very kind, thanks.
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I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Yes, very much so! š¤
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