Monday, 28 April 2014

Cordoba Nights - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A virgin bride fantasizing about a Moorish lover on before her wedding night – Poetry by the Cyprus Poet Chris Zachariou
wild black curls


A fierce wind scorches Cordoba
    tonight
lewd and shameful like a voracious lover.

Crawling in through doors ajar and open
    windows
it caresses all hungry lovers entwined
the tortured old and the restless young.

Monday, 20 January 2014

The Circus - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A young man dreams of captivating the audience with his dazzling skills | A coming-of-age poem by the Cyprus poet Chris Zachariou
A Young Dreamer's Leap

The circus will perform
   tonight
in a bleak and distant land.

Saturday, 16 November 2013

I do not fear you anymore - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Poem About God: A portrayal of God's wrathful visage, evoking themes of defiance and liberation from divine oppression.
Divine Fury Unveiled



My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.



This place is bleak.

There are no flowers

the land is scarred
and all the birds have fled.

A solitary burnt-out tree

with a broken branch
is struggling to survive
against disease and darkness.


The Hero - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Relationship Breakdown
Relationship breakdown - Photo by Eric Ward

I remember your pain when your lover left
and your when another came to stay.

He was famous, a hero and a legend
with a crown of laurels on his head.
He filled your world with brave dreams
and dazzled you with his light.

Sad echoes of my life - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A lonely man on a park bench, lost in thought amidst autumn leaves. From the series “Melancholy Poems”.
A Lonely Man on a Park Bench

You have now taken over.

You are with me every minute
of my life and it all seems so real—
a kindness of time standing still.
You are everywhere I look, always
with white lilies in your hands.

Remember Me - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Brother, do you remember me
I am the one before your life
I'm the one without a name.

I was cursed and I banished
from the garden of the fathers
with a cross upon my shoulders—
a burden for the sins of others.

Helen - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Helen of Troy by Zuzu Sahillioglu
Helen of Troy by Zuzu Sahillioglu

An impish light tiptoes in
through the queen’s window
falling on her open lips
like a thief at midnight.