Get Your Premium Membership

Best Poems Written by Zara Bosman

Below are the all-time best Zara Bosman poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

View ALL Zara Bosman Poems

123
Details | Zara Bosman Poem

The Found Girl

Madeleine McCann, The Lost Girl
Imp with the ink-stain iris
Would've been 14 soon, the paper said
Would've been, I read
How heavy and final, the past tense

Dna blunders, false leads, dead ends
Her parents said that the police had let them down
Said she would never be found

But in Neverland
Madeleine McCann and her friend Peter Pan
Dance around a bonfire with wild tribes
Trick Captain Hook
And fly across an oyster moon

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017



Details | Zara Bosman Poem

At the close up cinema

Saturday evening in Brick Lane
Air electric
Two girls
Barely strangers
A train 

Like magnets spinning across the city
A convoluted constellation
Cryptic to a fault
Lost in translation

What is it about mind games that fill my thighs with particles of fire
That make my stomach burn with sickening spark
Yes, doctor a valid remark

And as I waited for her at the close up cinema 
I saw myself in black and white
And I thought I wish I may 
I wish I might

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

S Is For Sierra

You are thirst
And thirst is all I remember
 
I want to swim in you
And cut myself on the angles of your face

To hear you in the silence of gestures
To recognise your form across a darkened room 

I want to love you
In ways that may be forbidden by law

To measure out our days in coffee cups
Make the mundane into art

Let your ink-stain iris be my full stop at night
-and everything in-between
 
I will be your little spoon
You be the cream

Everyone else is skimmed milk

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2020

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

Lemon Mouth

Removed for publication

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2018

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

Righter Rhetoric

Something a politics professor once said
Has been crashing round and round my head
He said: 'Zara. You could convince black that it was white
And white that it was black instead.'

It's also been said that I struggle with reality
That black/ white, wrong/ right polarity
Because I see whiter as blacker and blacker as whiter
Righter as wronger and wronger as righter

So I am become a writer rather than a politician
Because any rhetorician has plenty proof
That politicians tell the truth to lie
While writers lie to tell the truth

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017



Details | Zara Bosman Poem

The Two Fridas

Removed for publication




















Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

Toast For My Dad

You always loved your toast burnt 
Black and ashy and crisp
Marmalade piled on top - gluey mound
Orange rinds like cuticles - liberally spread
Soaking into the blackened bread

When I think about you two years on
Its not so much the big things that stick out 
But the little slices of life - if you will
And the smell of citrus and scorched crumbs remains, still
























Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

Now and Then

Born in a city they call Good Hope
The legend of Van Hunks and the devil
A mountain covered in smoke
A smoking contest in which Van Hunks did revel

Raised in a village not too far away
Where baboons raid the houses by day
The surf is good, the waves crisp and fresh
The Atlantic ocean, it never rests

Moved to the city at eighteen
Into an old Victorian house, its facade green
Studied film, joined the scene
Scriptwriting was the craft on which I was keen

Changed to journalism not far away
Had my say on the issues of the day
Fell in love but it didn’t work out
Something I wrote a poem about

Worked in advertising for a bit
Then moved across the sea
To the land of sarcastic wit
That’s where I am now, that’s all about me

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

I want you to know

I want you to know

that despite your self-conscious pretension
your affected accent
your compulsive cynicism
despite your inability to listen
or sit still
or be quiet
for longer than a minute

despite that you can never lose an argument
despite that you slept with someone else
are thirty this year
despite your hair

I want you to know

that despite that you make me say things I don't mean
and pretend to enjoy things I don't like

despite that you think
I'm a alcoholic
because I'll have more than one drink at a party

despite that you make me nervous so I can't think
and make stupid spelling errors when I write to you
that you point out later on

I want you to know

that despite that I can only
speak about you bitterly to friend after friend
despite that I still get an unhealthy thrill
out of listing all your worst traits again and again

despite that you make me feel
repetitive, mean-spirited, combative,
cynical, fraudulent, judged

despite that you make me
want to hold you down
and put my hands over your mouth
so you'll shut up
I still love you (in a certain way)
despite myself.

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Zara Bosman Poem

She Is

She is footsteps on soft sand
A cat's yawn
Baby breath warm
Briny cheese eaten whole and plain
Tears running, don't swallow the pain
An Ostrich egg, bald
The rock and the sword
A silvery reflection on the water
The ocean is her daughter
The world's womb
She is the moon

Copyright © Zara Bosman | Year Posted 2017

123