Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
I put you on a pedestal;
You take me down a notch.
I love you with an aching heart,
You know it never stops.
You are my one my only,
You probably have a few.
Well, today, I think I’ll say
I really don’t need you.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
So cold is winters worry
Trepidation of the fury
Below zero trudging slurry
Walking the cold last mile
Dodging bears and trailing wolves
Through the forest of the woods
Take my hand that you should
Walking the cold last mile
We made it to the house with fire
Settle down, cosy smiles
If you had seen our feet in mire
Walking the cold last mile
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
A book about a broken man
Is what I sit and read
A tale of the ups and downs-
A game of love and greed
I turn the pages readily
And languish in the hope
But at the end of every chapter
His dreams go up in smoke
This book is sad and beautiful
The paper worth the tree
But who would think that with its ink
The book is reading me
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
What of the tears, the cold, the gloom,
Amongst the ears of a silent room.
I sat alone, I wrote, I pondered,
How my life had so far wandered.
So off track, errant, upended--
No fruit in the garden that I’ve tended.
Depressed, a mess, seldom fed--
The crown of thorns is on my head.
Beneath the tears, a calm, a bliss.
I am not afraid of the abyss.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
Poetry’s blue
Like raindrops and dew
It’s sad when it’s said
Most poets are dead.
Music is blissful
To a poet it’s wistful
Has it never been cried
That an artist has lied.
A flower’s a bud
It’s soil in love
An apparatus of chortle and cheer
But has it never been said
That god must be dead
‘cause even flowers
Whittle with tears.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
Kiss the midnight sky!
I remember who you are.
Sow the seeds of sorrow,
Of a written birthmark scar.
Why are you so wistful?
You asked, it can’t be said.
Eternal rotten romance,
Running through my head.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
When I think of you
My knees tremble and hands shake
My cold centre you pierce
With your arrows
And your spears
Your voice is like a dove
Floating graceful
In the air, and your words
Are always perfect
They just hang there
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
Chained to the deed at hand
Ashamed; afraid to stand
I’ll fall if I try to crawl
I’m small in a world so tall
Stalled, without a thought to move
No thing to prove.
I wish I didn’t care
About this stupid hand
I’ve been sold blind
But it’s not my souls kind
Of deal. I’m too real
You don’t feel
Anything like
I feel
It’s time to
Sign and
Seal.
Goodbye this time for real.
Because I know I’ll never heal.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
Burning fire freezing air;
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.
Clip the crop with the sickle,
People fake; people fickle.
Greet the day and morning dew
With a smile not made for you.
Circumcise the newborn child,
Wonder why he grows up wild.
Send a hero straight to hell,
Say goodbye and wish him well.
Burning fire freezing air;
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.
I’m Held accustomed to believe
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve,
The haven of my holy dreams,
Is like a dying dove it seems.
Rest assured my rent is paid
On the ground where I’ll be laid.
Legend told of living art--
Rest in peace my beating heart.
Burning fire freezing air:
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kurdt Cohen Poem
I toss a stone into
The poets wishing well
Just to hear the echo
Of the overreaching quill
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
|