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.
crowfly
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:04pm
Yesterday 10:04pm
Sirens
Sailing on a windswept sea
The fury loath to set me free
I can hear the Sirens sing
And my ears begin to ring
I end up on a jagged shore
Ice cold to my trembling core
I went mad with the Sirens' song
A sailor stricken, hardly strong
But I see an angel on the rocks
The wind blowing her glowing locks
She beckons me with outstretched hand
And I cross the drifting sand
I leave the Sirens far behind
Wrest them from my troubled mind
They shrivel as I turn away
The angel, it seems, is here to...
The fury loath to set me free
I can hear the Sirens sing
And my ears begin to ring
I end up on a jagged shore
Ice cold to my trembling core
I went mad with the Sirens' song
A sailor stricken, hardly strong
But I see an angel on the rocks
The wind blowing her glowing locks
She beckons me with outstretched hand
And I cross the drifting sand
I leave the Sirens far behind
Wrest them from my troubled mind
They shrivel as I turn away
The angel, it seems, is here to...
#mythology
34 reads
6 Comments
gardenlover
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 2:45pm
18th Feb 2020 2:45pm
Elysium
#hope
#mythology
#sensual
101 reads
1 Comment
firstyearoflove
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
Sword and the Heart
How does the sword feel against the wounded heart?” (I asked as my heart beat out a rhyme against my chest)
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
#fate
#mythology
14 reads
1 Comment
edward
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
GREEN Chapter One
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
#mythology
11 reads
1 Comment
Chingillas
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
We Hold Poems
We hold poems
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
#God
#fate
#mythology
23 reads
1 Comment
meadowsweet
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
through the night
they are eating the flesh of sirens
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
#mythology
22 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 9:39am
31st Jan 2020 9:39am
Scapegal
Funny how the Greeks
set the stage
made it all the rage
to blame the dame
First Pandora opens her box
as Helen chooses to dump her hubby
while poor Medusa got Poseidon all hard
getting a new coif for her troubles
Is that now why
we're only worth two thirds
hearing whistles and cat calls
while no is never no
Becoming a notch
a trophy
something to be bagged
after the foxy chase
But when I cry
I honestly try
remembering
what was left in that box of woes
...
set the stage
made it all the rage
to blame the dame
First Pandora opens her box
as Helen chooses to dump her hubby
while poor Medusa got Poseidon all hard
getting a new coif for her troubles
Is that now why
we're only worth two thirds
hearing whistles and cat calls
while no is never no
Becoming a notch
a trophy
something to be bagged
after the foxy chase
But when I cry
I honestly try
remembering
what was left in that box of woes
...
#mythology
98 reads
16 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
79 reads
13 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:02pm
29th Jan 2020 3:02pm
Sealing Djinn
#sex
#erotic
#mythology #dirty
#mythology #dirty
268 reads
10 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 00:44am
25th Jan 2020 00:44am
SKY ODESSA
In the Deep Azure Skies"...
Is a hidden sea in disguise
Swimming through are fish birds
"Mermaids Glide Backwards"...
"Smooth Art in Pastels"...
The clouds share their trails
To the creatures secret Sky Odessa
"Lucent's Oceana"...
Is a hidden sea in disguise
Swimming through are fish birds
"Mermaids Glide Backwards"...
"Smooth Art in Pastels"...
The clouds share their trails
To the creatures secret Sky Odessa
"Lucent's Oceana"...
#dreams
#inspirational
#sea
#sky
#mythology
48 reads
17 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 00:05am
22nd Jan 2020 00:05am
Sympathy For Satan
I was beautiful
made of smokeless fire
God's most beautiful
almost eternal
From clay
he made man
and told ME to bow
to clay
I was the highest
of the high
and for that
He cast me down
even in my falling
my pride was peaked
as I fell
from my celestial realm
I stopped by on His clay
I offered an apple
in exchange for knowledge
A test for this creation
A little knowledge
is a dangerous thing
I gave them fire,
and iron ore ...
made of smokeless fire
God's most beautiful
almost eternal
From clay
he made man
and told ME to bow
to clay
I was the highest
of the high
and for that
He cast me down
even in my falling
my pride was peaked
as I fell
from my celestial realm
I stopped by on His clay
I offered an apple
in exchange for knowledge
A test for this creation
A little knowledge
is a dangerous thing
I gave them fire,
and iron ore ...
#devil
#angels
#mythology
#learning
#wisdom
101 reads
10 Comments
Nicole96
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:32am
21st Jan 2020 4:32am
The Mirror
A silent rap at the window,
He peers outside to see,
A beast standing in the snow…
What dark magic could this be?
He wipes away the frost that paints the window pane,
To get a better look at Satan’s bastard spawn
Who’s members were bound with an iron chain.
What a malevolent phenomenon.
The eyes of the beast were tinted red,
Stained with the blood of his foes
That he had mercilessly shed.
What a vicious master this creature follows.
Attached to his arms were the hands of a fiend,
Rough and jagged...
He peers outside to see,
A beast standing in the snow…
What dark magic could this be?
He wipes away the frost that paints the window pane,
To get a better look at Satan’s bastard spawn
Who’s members were bound with an iron chain.
What a malevolent phenomenon.
The eyes of the beast were tinted red,
Stained with the blood of his foes
That he had mercilessly shed.
What a vicious master this creature follows.
Attached to his arms were the hands of a fiend,
Rough and jagged...
#dark
#mirror
#mythology #SelfReflection
#mythology #SelfReflection
98 reads
8 Comments
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