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.
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 10:57pm
17th Oct 2019 10:57pm
Forget me not
Push away those phantoms
exorcise my mind.
Insert the venom slowly
let my flesh burn hot.
I've been taken hostage
by my demeanor;
a blunt vision on fractured mirror.
Denuded of my better years,
a frail frame exposed to mock.
I care not what you think of me,
my resurrection is in Athena's heart.
So blow away sweet melodies,
impressive dreams of my heritage;
my sword's ink will neither fear nor rot.
Behind the nymphets I shall graze
Diana's virgin forest;
satyr amongst satyrs,
an animal, on a...
exorcise my mind.
Insert the venom slowly
let my flesh burn hot.
I've been taken hostage
by my demeanor;
a blunt vision on fractured mirror.
Denuded of my better years,
a frail frame exposed to mock.
I care not what you think of me,
my resurrection is in Athena's heart.
So blow away sweet melodies,
impressive dreams of my heritage;
my sword's ink will neither fear nor rot.
Behind the nymphets I shall graze
Diana's virgin forest;
satyr amongst satyrs,
an animal, on a...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
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larrycosta
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
The Lady In The Lake
The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
Vampire Hunter
I have been tasked with a vigilant responsibility,
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
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fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
A Breaking of the Gods Pt. 3 Oceans
He slipped on the rocks
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
#sea
#water
#mythology
#pagan
#redemption
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2 Comments
AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:23am
1st Oct 2019 2:23am
Goodbye, Farewell
Hello Chaos!
Pharaonic Empire
with no mother tongue
Is sovereignty the sun?
I see the fire
Are you the flame?
I’ve seen the future
Are you to blame?
A divine inspiration
sheltering her reason
Surrender nothing
Knowledge nor…
When her myth
Plays the metaphor
Goodbye, farewell
Deny the void between
the seasons and the centuries
Kissing the myth
only history will believe
I see the fire
Are you the flame?
I’ve seen the future...
Pharaonic Empire
with no mother tongue
Is sovereignty the sun?
I see the fire
Are you the flame?
I’ve seen the future
Are you to blame?
A divine inspiration
sheltering her reason
Surrender nothing
Knowledge nor…
When her myth
Plays the metaphor
Goodbye, farewell
Deny the void between
the seasons and the centuries
Kissing the myth
only history will believe
I see the fire
Are you the flame?
I’ve seen the future...
#religion
#mythology
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2 Comments
Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 7:54pm
29th Sep 2019 7:54pm
Guardian of the Mountain
A traveller walks the mountain path for days on end,
Through ancient storms he senses the coming of spring.
The winter air fuels a rage & leaves shreds of wings,
Inside him he feels the longing of mountain.
Days of happiness drifts away in lingering cold,
Hibernates the weak of nature in a lake so old.
Protects every soul with warmth for coming of life,
Descents a man with touch of bliss in reprise.
A mountain sage waits for spring in cold forever,
Beneath the lake I immerse my soul in depth of winter.
Through ancient storms he senses the coming of spring.
The winter air fuels a rage & leaves shreds of wings,
Inside him he feels the longing of mountain.
Days of happiness drifts away in lingering cold,
Hibernates the weak of nature in a lake so old.
Protects every soul with warmth for coming of life,
Descents a man with touch of bliss in reprise.
A mountain sage waits for spring in cold forever,
Beneath the lake I immerse my soul in depth of winter.
#winter
#mythology
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2 Comments
butters
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:57pm
27th Sep 2019 11:57pm
VENOMOUssssss
hiss-story
has given me something of a raw deal
i feel
the pair were ssshweet
but not the brightessst
you know?
i offered education
hoping to broaden their horizonssss -
turnss out i did that, at leassst
sseemss to me
where they went wrong
was in not conssssuming the core:
everyone knowss the core iss where it'ss at
and a little knowledge can be a dangerousss thing
fig leavess aren't ssuch a hot look
either
not without perssonal grooming
and the very devil to ssstay put
ammiright? ...
has given me something of a raw deal
i feel
the pair were ssshweet
but not the brightessst
you know?
i offered education
hoping to broaden their horizonssss -
turnss out i did that, at leassst
sseemss to me
where they went wrong
was in not conssssuming the core:
everyone knowss the core iss where it'ss at
and a little knowledge can be a dangerousss thing
fig leavess aren't ssuch a hot look
either
not without perssonal grooming
and the very devil to ssstay put
ammiright? ...
#mythology
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16 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:26pm
27th Sep 2019 11:26pm
Hymn to Gaea
Do you know of green fields,
poppies and flowers
that are kissed by blue skies,
caressed by fluffy clouds
of pure cotton white, that reflect
the fire of the golden sun light?
Do you know of high peaks
of pure granite, covered
by the majesty of centennial forests,
emanating balsamic scent
of deep pine, sandlewood
and wildflowers,
spread by pure air
in a warm spring night?
Do you know of great rivers,
of crystal clear waters,
thirst quenching sources
that cleanse creation
from the...
poppies and flowers
that are kissed by blue skies,
caressed by fluffy clouds
of pure cotton white, that reflect
the fire of the golden sun light?
Do you know of high peaks
of pure granite, covered
by the majesty of centennial forests,
emanating balsamic scent
of deep pine, sandlewood
and wildflowers,
spread by pure air
in a warm spring night?
Do you know of great rivers,
of crystal clear waters,
thirst quenching sources
that cleanse creation
from the...
#earth
#forest
#water
#nature
#mythology
109 reads
6 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 4:59pm
20th Sep 2019 4:59pm
A Breaking of the Gods Pt. 2 Death
The only Tartarus I had known
was the one festering in the darkness
of broken minds
I lied to the stars once..
but of course, they never heard
and that lie would defeat me
until the day the Ferryman
fetched the gold from my eyes
and led me on to hell
And I was a foolish, selfish, human thing
made of whatever material could tear
on the jagged ends of broken glass-
minds that break from horrors past
mouths that scream from broken homes
outlasted by the shadow of a dark
that would always...
was the one festering in the darkness
of broken minds
I lied to the stars once..
but of course, they never heard
and that lie would defeat me
until the day the Ferryman
fetched the gold from my eyes
and led me on to hell
And I was a foolish, selfish, human thing
made of whatever material could tear
on the jagged ends of broken glass-
minds that break from horrors past
mouths that scream from broken homes
outlasted by the shadow of a dark
that would always...
#death
#fate
#humankind #mythology
#humankind #mythology
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
Deep In The Night
Deep In The Night
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
#love
#night
#nature
#mythology
#sensual
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5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 1:10am
9th Sep 2019 1:10am
Omen Imperii
Even though the great eagle soars
Down below men fade in peace and war
It's the struggle of being among the great
A path where there's only worship or hate
You're their for someone to either use
Or an element for them to abuse
So the eagle heralds the next chosen one
Who will rise and set with the light of the sun
Then again pass into another age of night
Ready for another day ushered in by eagles flight
For he is the sign of the ones to come and show
The figures who rise to power and rapidly grow
The sign from Jupiter that brings...
Down below men fade in peace and war
It's the struggle of being among the great
A path where there's only worship or hate
You're their for someone to either use
Or an element for them to abuse
So the eagle heralds the next chosen one
Who will rise and set with the light of the sun
Then again pass into another age of night
Ready for another day ushered in by eagles flight
For he is the sign of the ones to come and show
The figures who rise to power and rapidly grow
The sign from Jupiter that brings...
#religion
#rhyming
#narrative
#mythology
#LifeCycle
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 11:32pm
6th Sep 2019 11:32pm
A FROLIC ON THE FRAGILE MANTLE
Breo-Saighead
Slings her arrow
In the direction
Of my forest
Which I’ve arranged
For its reception-
Dew-draped lilies,
Granite crags
And wild streams
Await this fling
To bathe us both
In scented steam.
Slings her arrow
In the direction
Of my forest
Which I’ve arranged
For its reception-
Dew-draped lilies,
Granite crags
And wild streams
Await this fling
To bathe us both
In scented steam.
#fire
#water
#nature
#rebirth
#mythology
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