Mythology Poems
#mythology
Mythology poems are about folklore and myths. A myth is a story that has significance to a particular culture, often trying to address fundamental and difficult life questions. Here you'll find poems about myths belonging to range of religious and cultural traditions.
MadameLavender
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 00:59am
29th Jun 2024 00:59am
The Dame Of The Sea
Afar and away
Beyond
Costal
Dunes, lies
Everything
Fashioned for
Grace--grandeur from the
Heavens,
I'll be both sinner and saint,
Jury and judge.
Kaleidoscope glass
Lines walls of
My court, my mansion of shipwrecks
'Neath
Oceans, dark and depthed;
Perhaps, I'll see fit to
Quell the storms,
Riptides of destruction or sing
Siren songs
To surge and swell waters,
Unleashing my birth, I,
Venus rising from the
Waves, on a
Xenolith of shells and rocks.
Yearning for breath, my...
Beyond
Costal
Dunes, lies
Everything
Fashioned for
Grace--grandeur from the
Heavens,
I'll be both sinner and saint,
Jury and judge.
Kaleidoscope glass
Lines walls of
My court, my mansion of shipwrecks
'Neath
Oceans, dark and depthed;
Perhaps, I'll see fit to
Quell the storms,
Riptides of destruction or sing
Siren songs
To surge and swell waters,
Unleashing my birth, I,
Venus rising from the
Waves, on a
Xenolith of shells and rocks.
Yearning for breath, my...
#mythology
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 11:46pm
15th Jun 2024 11:46pm
INNER PEACE OF YOUR MIND
If you could just image in your subconsciousness, a place that is far away from the outer elements of the world 🌎 Where there is tranquility and the sounds of nature, is all that you hear that surrounds you as you look as far as you can see 👁️ looking beyond the tress and staring up at tallest mountains that you've ever seen ⛰️🌲 For could you ever in your imagination though, that a place like this could ever really exist 🤫 YET it does exist in a place that has no TIME,⌚ existing of a system of what is known as time⌚ JUST THE...
#fate
#metaphor
#mythology
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 6:57am
15th Jun 2024 6:57am
Medusa and the Argonaut
Medusa and the Argonaut
Medusa captivates the curious Argonaut with her smoky Greek brogue whose music is like the best song of Calliope wooing her man. “Hi ho, explorer of the far seas of Oceanus. Whither goes thou sailor?”
“The legend of your gaze precedes you. I have heard of your snake tresses and shall not follow the ones who have fallen into your spell only to turn into the marble like a Doric column upon the Acropolis.”
“Oh, prithee I shall not cast such a spell on a brawny man like you who has so much more to offer my female flower than to decorate my...
Medusa captivates the curious Argonaut with her smoky Greek brogue whose music is like the best song of Calliope wooing her man. “Hi ho, explorer of the far seas of Oceanus. Whither goes thou sailor?”
“The legend of your gaze precedes you. I have heard of your snake tresses and shall not follow the ones who have fallen into your spell only to turn into the marble like a Doric column upon the Acropolis.”
“Oh, prithee I shall not cast such a spell on a brawny man like you who has so much more to offer my female flower than to decorate my...
#mythology
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
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2 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 2:35pm
6th Jun 2024 2:35pm
Origin of Friendship (CW: Child abuse)
Liquor in his hand, the drunkard sat
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes
that cruelty...
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes
that cruelty...
#epic
#friendship
#illness
#love
#mythology
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 9:51am
2nd Jun 2024 9:51am
I fell into sin
Eiffel
high and mighty
Like Mars
Among the stars
A ground of war and produce
Always against
The tribes afar
A valley full of people
Protect the common faith
A monument of dictatorship
Of captives in a cage
A Universelle Exposition
To crush the German truth
Exposing Gods testimony
The evil forbidden fruit
A God who's messengers are deaf
A God who's followers are blind
They will be ashamed
When they get left behind
I fell from a tower
And birthed into sin ...
high and mighty
Like Mars
Among the stars
A ground of war and produce
Always against
The tribes afar
A valley full of people
Protect the common faith
A monument of dictatorship
Of captives in a cage
A Universelle Exposition
To crush the German truth
Exposing Gods testimony
The evil forbidden fruit
A God who's messengers are deaf
A God who's followers are blind
They will be ashamed
When they get left behind
I fell from a tower
And birthed into sin ...
#mythology
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hgnichols
Poem Published
31st May 2024 4:37pm
31st May 2024 4:37pm
I. Appeal
Said the poet in his desperate hour:
A supplication to the gods who feast
upon the pain-varietals of man;
An entertaining tease to pass the time
as ages wilt and rot eternally.
I sing a song that you may slake the thirst,
or rather, give you cause to let it slip
your mind, a willed omission. In return,
confer upon you something to be told
when you, your greatest cravings cannot sate.
Thus is what I offer greater still
than any fleeting bliss you may derive
from all my fleeting mortal agony.
Though well you know the...
A supplication to the gods who feast
upon the pain-varietals of man;
An entertaining tease to pass the time
as ages wilt and rot eternally.
I sing a song that you may slake the thirst,
or rather, give you cause to let it slip
your mind, a willed omission. In return,
confer upon you something to be told
when you, your greatest cravings cannot sate.
Thus is what I offer greater still
than any fleeting bliss you may derive
from all my fleeting mortal agony.
Though well you know the...
#epic
#friendship
#illness
#love
#mythology
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PAR
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:53pm
16th May 2024 4:53pm
The third astral being
In the garden of the sky, where twin stars gently lie,
Gemini whispers secrets in the quiet night's sigh.
Two faces for the same coin, a celestial dance,
mirroring light in the sunflower's dual glance.
One side basks in the dawn's early light.
Eager for the sun's embrace, so warm and bright.
The other awaits the dusk, in patient stance,
craving the moon's cool touch, a nightly romance.
Together they stand, a sunflower bold,
petals like rays of sun out of yellow and gold.
Yet beneath the bloom, in the shadow's fold,
lies the...
Gemini whispers secrets in the quiet night's sigh.
Two faces for the same coin, a celestial dance,
mirroring light in the sunflower's dual glance.
One side basks in the dawn's early light.
Eager for the sun's embrace, so warm and bright.
The other awaits the dusk, in patient stance,
craving the moon's cool touch, a nightly romance.
Together they stand, a sunflower bold,
petals like rays of sun out of yellow and gold.
Yet beneath the bloom, in the shadow's fold,
lies the...
#astrology
#flowers
#mythology
#stars
#tradition
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PAR
Poem Published
11th May 2024 7:01pm
11th May 2024 7:01pm
The fourth astral being
In the tapestry of stars
Cancerians weave dreams.
Under the Madagascar moon
they find their refuge.
The sea, a mirror of their deep soul,
reveals secrets in every wave that flows.
They build castles in the sand,
not to last,
but to remember everything is ephemeral,
like one tide and another.
With every grain of sand
they tell life stories.
Stories that the wind takes
but that the heart reads.
Cancerians,
with full tide eyes,
see beyond the horizon
where the future hides. ...
Cancerians weave dreams.
Under the Madagascar moon
they find their refuge.
The sea, a mirror of their deep soul,
reveals secrets in every wave that flows.
They build castles in the sand,
not to last,
but to remember everything is ephemeral,
like one tide and another.
With every grain of sand
they tell life stories.
Stories that the wind takes
but that the heart reads.
Cancerians,
with full tide eyes,
see beyond the horizon
where the future hides. ...
#astrology
#beach
#mythology
#stars
#tradition
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adagio
Poem Published
6th May 2024 4:53pm
6th May 2024 4:53pm
Ancestors Living - with Anne-Ri999
ancestors living within my soul
of nightmares grain of sand
moss stone trees
and fire
ecstatic shudder
sliding off my poetic tongue
neath entering a thousand rooms
but my eyes are closed
swallowing the semen's ink
of dark's persona non grata
shimmering liminal
exact midpoint where
spring equinox
and summer solstice
have courted death again
of nightmares grain of sand
moss stone trees
and fire
ecstatic shudder
sliding off my poetic tongue
neath entering a thousand rooms
but my eyes are closed
swallowing the semen's ink
of dark's persona non grata
shimmering liminal
exact midpoint where
spring equinox
and summer solstice
have courted death again
#collaboration
#dark
#mythology #erotic
#mythology #erotic
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:26pm
5th May 2024 5:26pm
Ash tree nymphs, a co write with Adagio
Tangerine tokens robed as clouds floating.
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories I came into awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness ...
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories I came into awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness ...
#dragons
#mythology
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adagio
Poem Published
5th May 2024 4:46pm
5th May 2024 4:46pm
Ash tree nymphs - with Anne-Ri999
Tangerine tokens robed as clouds floating.
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory of a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories, I came to the awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness
I am Delphyne
Born as a serpent
harrowing...
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory of a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories, I came to the awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness
I am Delphyne
Born as a serpent
harrowing...
#collaboration
#mythology
#spiritual
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 5:24am
3rd May 2024 5:24am
El Cipitio
His father was Morning Star
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
#mythology
#scary
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