Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Too many choices,
not enough reasons
Too many memories,
not enough hope
Too many excuses,
begging forgiveness
Too much to launder
—...
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova...
Tearing through the sky
of my intention
Flying toward the birth
of my choice
Begging the gods for one chance
to proclaim
Chasing the...
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor,
to cover your heart
To...
The older I get,
the more dear words become
The shorter the days,
the deeper streams run
With time closing in,
I seek poems and rhymes...