Poems from Tsar Poetry
I dig with bloody fingernails,
Tearing at the earth’s fleshy core.
I begin to unravel the wooden umbilical cord,
Every celtic knot, every...
Streaking flames, burning embers-
Why can’t anything be forever?
When the reaper demands his due,
And time bids adieu.
I stand upon the...
Aphrodite’s bliss-
Never came close, to this.
To be Gibralatar
Barred against the briny black rock.
There is freedom-
You can’t have in...
Would that the Gods bound me,
Entombed me,
Contained me.
Perhaps I amuse them.
Grafting the arrow on the rose-
Would that they never...
The crowds sang her fate
50 philosophers, she converted-
But not one, would share her estate
She stood, keeping her eyes on God
Her limbs...