Legend or Myth

pravus
this is a wonderful poem i liked the line she voice is so sweet to make one fall asleep

The Company of Gods

Who’d want to keep the company of gods?
They’re vain, ill-tempered, selfish and unfair;
In any game they’ll always rig the odds.
They never lose, they don’t know how to share.
The Greek lot never played by any rules,
Zeus lied and cheated, threw his weight about,
Sated his lust, treated men like fools,
Devoid of  pity, conscience or self-doubt.
But would the Bible’s God be to your taste?
Can you imagine having Him round to dinner?
Vindictive, vengeful, always laying waste,
And it’s hell for ever for the poor, weak sinner.
No, gods, I think, should entertain themselves,
Along with monsters, fairies, gnomes and elves.

ceejay
this is a wonderful poem about the gods i liked the last line no, gods i think, should entertain themselfes. among with monsters, faries , gnomes and elves

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-The Lycan Within-
I love the night,
The air in my hair.
They kiss of moisture on my skin,
I love sleeping outside.
Then it’s the time,
I feel my skin burning.
Burning away my human essence,
I brace the wolf within.
The wolf of the wild,
The wolf of honor and truth.
Into the night I run,
Running to find the pack.
A lone lycan will not survive,
You need a pack.
ARRROOOOO!
The pack calls me for the kill.
I find the ugly human only barely alive,
I bite her jugular.
Her red rubies flow down my throat,
As I eat her beautiful flesh.
So this is what being wild is like,
It like all my senses are open to the world.
Its so refreshing,
Its like being ALIVE!

pravus
this poem just set a new level good and even flow good story i liked it very much

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Shallott

She's locked up with a spinning wheel
she can't recall what it was like to feel
she says, "This room's going to  be my grave
and there's no one who can save me,"
she sits down to her colored thread
she knows lovers waking up in their beds
she says, "How long can I live this way
is there someone I can pay to let me go
'because I'm half sick of shadows
i want to see the sky
everyone else can watch as the sun goes down
so why can't I?
and it's raining
and the stars are falling from the sky
and the wind I know it's cold
i've been waiting
for the day I will surely die
and it's here for I've been told
that I'll die before I'm old
and the wind I know it's cold"
she looks up to the mirrored glass
she sees a horse and rider pass
She says, "This man's going to  be my death
because he's all I ever wanted in my life
and I know he doesn't know my name
and that all the girls are all the same to him
but still I've got to get out of this place
because I don't think I can face another night
where I'm half sick of shadows
and I can't see the sky
everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
so why can't I?
but there's willow trees
and little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowers
and there's moonlight every single night
as I'm locked in these towers
so I'll meet my death
but with my last breath I'll sing to him I love
and he'll see my face in another place,"
And with that the glass above
it cracked into a million bits
and she cried out, "So the story fits
But then I could have guessed it all along
because now some drama queen is going to write a poem for me,"
she went down to her little boat
and she broke the chains and began to float away
and as the blood froze in her veins she said,
"Well then that explains a thing or two
because I know I'm the cursed one
i know I'm meant to die
everyone else can watch as their dreams untie
So why can't I?
'im true this is no lie
as myths can make you cry'

shalott
wow you really set a new level in this competion a very good poem story told very well

'A Sober Writer' - Legend or Myth

Legends are those things with funny legs and just one eye and giants, fire breathing dragon Gods, the bearded man and his water to wine trick.
Myths are those things with bright metal wings and a midnight rose asleep for one thousand years, and the pretty dog laughed to see such fun and the i-Robot film...
I think but often I'm not sure for a bit, the quick education on Google doesn't really tick
Godly knowledge.
 
A pheonix could fly on the nights line when it is ever pronounced pho-en-ix.
Emmerdale lost that epic country extravegancer as it always had at the beginning of each episode.
The eclairs lost their freshly whiped cream, when bought from FarmFoods. That's what happens when you don't have a job
and it's cheap to get fat.
 
I take another toke and ponder all this but as soon as my fingers stop touching the keys
with inspiration I know I'll be rolling another.
Lost in the half-hazy cloud. It's a latch on the stubborn, open
window.

literary antiquity
what a fablouse poem unque in its only dark way

Siren

With a voice that angels envy
She conceals her meaning
She lures men to her
And then pulls them under
She is the "textbook" example predator
Able to kill any man around her
Her voice and beauty
Can easily defeat
Just one musical note
their minds will be broke
The swarm in like zombies
and die when she pleases
Who can tame this vile beast
This secret she keeps
A woman is her greatest threat
Because they won't submit
Women cannot hear her call
And can defeat her once and for all

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