by Paul Schneiter |
Categories:
death,
I wondered in my shallow years
how I would know it was time to die.
My youth marked it the least of my fears
but now I know, I confess with a sigh.
There is a bothering in the bones
they seem too wear-weary at the core.
The mind, too, signals aberrant tones
the time is nigh, Reaper’s at the door.
Then there is a flickering in the breast
like the flame of a candle burning low.
The signs read as one: eternal rest.
Grudgingly, I conceive it’s time to go.
What I wondered in my shallow years
my body now exhibits in carnality grim.
Leaving behind all I love brings tears
Will anyone ask, “What became of him?”
by max ortiz |
Categories:
anxiety, i am,
Guilt engulfs me.
Every step, I fear.
I am not innocent.
I am Deception.
I fear trust, responsibility
I fear love
such fragile things
for my soul to handle.
My heart has gashes
my life, callouses.
I haven’t learned the lesson
So, I fear being a person.
Instead of coming out stronger
I ended up weaker.
Things that used to be normal
Is now something aberrant.
I am a person
who is afraid of being like this,
of being treated like this,
of being loved like this.
I deserve none
yet you offer many.
I am nothing
yet you see me in everything.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
forgiveness, poets,
Soup Mail Follies
Never use it to destroy a poet.
Because it's the sender who gets
joy from pain in doing so.
Our world has enough problems
in it, no?
Why crush a poet's soul?
There's something aberrant in it.
Pray for the sender.
Delete the email.
Above all, do forgive!
Pick up your shining pen.
And I say, in God's name..
Begin a new poem right then.
Love~ Panagiota
June 12, 2019
Noon PST