I said
what I had
to say
And did
what I had
to do
While asking
no one
to care
And seeking
nothing
from you
I went
where I had
to go
And saw
what I had
to see
To get
where I had
to get
And be
what I had
— to be
(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2025)
Orphan Of Love
The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink
The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink
A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain
Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
— called heartache and pain
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments5
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
Beautiful Kurt such a powerful message said in such balanced and lovely words they poem's strength to me is in its form and meter. Broken into pieces it says it all.
Thanks Soren, I think the format worked well with this one.
Wonderful flow and message. Excellent job!
Thanks TR.
You're welcome.
Beautifully written with carefully crafted powerful words and message, and really liked the lay out, enjoyed the read
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