#panacea poems on Hello Poetry

scrapbookforbandaids Jun 2018

PANACEA

Kiss the back of my hand again, darling
Then leave it untouched until I miss your lips enough to make my heart ache a bit
That won't take long, I swear it won't
Your hands tousle my hair, un-tousling a day so tousled
I think you're a panacea

The eyes that bore a hole through mine onto the wall behind
Are the eyes that halt my breathing
The same pair that inspires my lungs to inspire
I shall look at them until this flesh expires
I've found my panacea

You move like the gods enraged by uttered blasphemies
You move with gentleness of the warm early morning light kissing my eyelids
You move so you could take the air I'm supposed to breathe
You move so I could take it back from your heavy exhales
I've never been so sure
You are the panacea

for the demi-god who rules the waters in me

#panacea #love #passion #admiration #gods #kiss

Jonah Long Apr 2016

Pride is a poison

In my mind I can imagine panacea for my poison.
My bruised and ravaged body crashes up upon the shore.
Sin leaks from all these wounds, and my friends abandon ship
As I float off to forever with deaths kiss upon these lips.
And I never asked for nothing, and that's just what i got
if my pride dies before i do as I fall I might be caught.
I wasted all my days chasing things that can't be seen.
As I come into your presence, now I know what humble means.

I wrote this after reading the Parable of the prodigal son

#sin #death #poison #pride #wounds #abandon #bruised #humble #ravaged #panacea

Sally A Bayan Feb 2016

PANACEA

(a repost from 2013)

My mind is teeming with rhymes, but,
Can't even decide on the first lines to write,
I am confused...... I keep on waiting....
Precious moments are taking too long
To come through.
Right now, I am having
A motley of thoughts,
I am feeling sad...
I am feeling blue
I am coping with anxiety
I sure need a remedy.

Dan Brown? Ludlum? Khaled Hosseini?
Maybe, a Children's Tale by Richard D. Remler,
Or...one from those of a good Soul(in torment)....
I could make a necklace out of pearls and Lapiz Lasuli
Or I could turn to my Gardenia plants, to prune and trim....
A journal and a pen for some memories, some new lines...
A glass of red or white wine would be nice,
A mug of steaming coffee would be heaven....
Still, all these combined would not suffice...
I sure need the best remedy...

I know myself too well....
This time, I need my elixir,
My cure-all...
I need my panacea,
I need YOU.

(but, where are you?)
...it doesn't make sense...

Sally

Copyright September 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***This is a repost from 2013---edited a bit...it brings such pleasure, when reading what was written some years ago...to know how one felt then...
how writing style had changed...from then, to now....it also
feels good to read thoughts from long ago...***

#elixir #panacea #butwhereareyou

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