Love Poems About Aberrant or Aberrant Love Poems
by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: death,

It's Over

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,

This is I

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

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