Tantalus Poems - Poems about Tantalus

...She stares into the casket open, not what he wanted, but she did, even more now. “Stiffer than he’s ever been.” she snickered, silent, unheard. “O M F G thirty years; look at you in your blazer......Read the rest...

...NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy- NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering- NIL latency in thoughtfoam fr......Read the rest...

...It’s a hard, hard thing to conceal When you live in fear of ‘the real’ A terrible thing is to feel When you’re a wheel within a wheel I look in your bright blue eyes For a moment, I’m tantaliz......Read the rest...

...No favourites does lacklustre death play With equal fervour the doors Of paupers and kings he strikes Whether high or low He does not care At his summons All must follow To where their worldl......Read the rest...

...I only wanted to cry so that I could cry out to you. When I cried did you hear me? I needed to speak so I could speak your name. Did I speak clear enough for your ears? I strived to walk so I......Read the rest...

...I’d rather be found, on top a mountain to see a landscape, no artist could paint. I'd rather be seen in clear blue water, warmed by the equator, no pool can imitate. I want to sail ocean......Read the rest...

...Flies, drawn to their only sustenance, cloud around my head. In this cloudless desert sky - blank, deep-arching cavern of thought - Unblinking sun stares down but this fire-bird will not fly, Has......Read the rest...

...Dog food? What crime did I commit towards the Gods that as Tantalus I must exist inside this cage and be gawked at by my would be food.”Here kitty kitty” the plump morsel mocks. Do I look like a ......Read the rest...

...Tonight a dark force enters my room I will play with planets to decide the course of my destiny. A future has been tied to my past. Such pain, strange exorcism, the evil spirit stains the bed.......Read the rest...

...Thou Death! To me no subtle thing But of common visage, known, Unto my days so well betrothed! Yet in its clutches not Mercy's scythe But cursed quill Which no surcease permits- And granting no......Read the rest...