Get Your Premium Membership

Best Famous Rossy Evelin Lima Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Rossy Evelin Lima poems. This is a select list of the best famous Rossy Evelin Lima poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Rossy Evelin Lima poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of rossy evelin lima poems.

Search and read the best famous Rossy Evelin Lima poems, articles about Rossy Evelin Lima poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Rossy Evelin Lima poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:
Written by Rossy Evelin Lima | Create an image from this poem

Broken bones

I am a beautiful broken woman,
my arms separated in three levels.
Thunderous is my independent torso,
my torso of perfect size,
my torso a treasure box, an unrestricted treasure box
in which I keep the thirst that I resist.
My legs, also cut in three,
are the trinity of my dismembered temple,
transformed pieces made
                                                                          unstoppable,
they are the flow of the sea
and they sail at will.
My shattered hands are deer crowns,
rooted stems
that whittle their own path.
Hands so free!
I am a beheaded woman,
a glorified decapitated woman.
My head is a nimbus,
for I am the queen
and my body is the empire.
I
                go on
                                            limitless,
vacant in all my sovereignty.
The shackles that once held me
slid through my broken bones.
I am the liberated severed woman,
the woman without yoke or tether.


Written by Rossy Evelin Lima | Create an image from this poem

Tempus Fugit

I have the cadence of a serpent,
                                            I slither,
time caresses me softly
and hides peacefully
in my labyrinth skin.
I glee among the rocks.
The wind that carries me
is poetry
                living solely within my chest.
Written by Rossy Evelin Lima | Create an image from this poem

With the Storm

I carve mockingbirds and quetzals,
my saliva sends the tones to its wings.
Seawater sprouts from my throat,
the orange sun, the green jade;
I hand them over
after chewing them for five centuries.
Once carved I let them free,
                                            astray
in this errant world.
I leave my cry in every one of them,
and the animals that don’t walk
                turn to muck
                              with the storm.