Poems from Kurt Philip Behm

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When verses run dry do you hide  in despair When the Muse is on fire only ashes you’ll bear With silence embedded on each empty page Your...
Trimming fat off his soul he searched for the bone   With every  new slicing his consciousness honed   All waste in the fire to sizzle and...
Tall grass above a sleeping dream Hiding what His promise deems   Embedded deep within the blades New whispers seed as life conclaves   The...
First Last (and) Always — say something   (Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Do you have enough scars to help others heal   Or wounds that stay open the past  uncongealed   Did you suffer in silence each moment of...

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