Poems About Anxiety by New Members

O Aphrodite, you callus and cruel god, I know now the madness of you,
I saw her face and thought her a radiant dawn,
I gave her my words, so simple and basic, nothing to me or her,
And she cared, to my jest she joked,
And something stirred,
Some arrow of madness.

I moved with haste, I made motion to meet her,
Manifest was my heart to bear, for her,
And the sting of scorn, for the hare is not to emulate,
What hubris of me, I know only her image,
Her voice a song yet for me to her, her person not mine to covet,
I knew this, I am no...

O Aphrodite, you callus and cruel god, I know now the madness of you,
I saw her face and thought her a radiant dawn,
I gave her my words, so simple and basic, nothing to me or her,
And she cared, to my jest she joked,
And something stirred,
Some arrow of madness.

I moved with haste, I made motion to meet her,
Manifest was my heart to bear, for her,
And the sting of scorn, for the hare is not to emulate,
What hubris of me, I know only her image,
Her voice a song yet for me to her, her person not mine to covet,
I knew this, I am no...

O Aphrodite, you callus and cruel god, I know now the madness of you,
I saw her face and thought her a radiant dawn,
I gave her my words, so simple and basic, nothing to me or her,
And she cared, to my jest she joked,
And something stirred,
Some arrow of madness.

I moved with haste, I made motion to meet her,
Manifest was my heart to bear, for her,
And the sting of scorn, for the hare is not to emulate,
What hubris of me, I know only her image,
Her voice a song yet for me to her, her person not mine to covet,
I knew this, I am no...

O Aphrodite, you callus and cruel god, I know now the madness of you,
I saw her face and thought her a radiant dawn,
I gave her my words, so simple and basic, nothing to me or her,
And she cared, to my jest she joked,
And something stirred,
Some arrow of madness.

I moved with haste, I made motion to meet her,
Manifest was my heart to bear, for her,
And the sting of scorn, for the hare is not to emulate,
What hubris of me, I know only her image,
Her voice a song yet for me to her, her person not mine to covet,
I knew this, I am no...