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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:06pm
Yesterday 7:06pm
In the Eye of a Raven
In the Eye of a Raven
I float high above a sparkling red quartz canyon. A rushing river gushes over rocks below me with white foam. The river forms a silver thread tying the land together. With my raven black feathers outstretched, I catch the thermals and rise into the deep blue sky. As I drift higher and higher the land stretches out below me, a maze of gaping brown and red canyons with jagged black obsidian mountains stretching towards the heavens on the horizon ahead. I dive, plunging deep into the canyon, feeling the rushing wind in my fluttering feathers and...
I float high above a sparkling red quartz canyon. A rushing river gushes over rocks below me with white foam. The river forms a silver thread tying the land together. With my raven black feathers outstretched, I catch the thermals and rise into the deep blue sky. As I drift higher and higher the land stretches out below me, a maze of gaping brown and red canyons with jagged black obsidian mountains stretching towards the heavens on the horizon ahead. I dive, plunging deep into the canyon, feeling the rushing wind in my fluttering feathers and...
#women
#nature
#mythology
#feminism
#healing
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 5:25am
20th Feb 2019 5:25am
The Amazon
Amazons,
Fierce warriors of the breast fighting for their freedom and independence.
How weak the knees of men fell upon the blade of a she-beast.
Taking their seed to populate their island with maidens made of stone.
All babes were slaughtered if they were male.
No amazon woman in her right mind would keep her son alive. Or would she?
In the year 3297, Marcella was born into a society dominated by women. Mars for short.
Very few men existed outside of slavery.
Mars' mom did everything in her power to keep her child safe.
His skirts...
Fierce warriors of the breast fighting for their freedom and independence.
How weak the knees of men fell upon the blade of a she-beast.
Taking their seed to populate their island with maidens made of stone.
All babes were slaughtered if they were male.
No amazon woman in her right mind would keep her son alive. Or would she?
In the year 3297, Marcella was born into a society dominated by women. Mars for short.
Very few men existed outside of slavery.
Mars' mom did everything in her power to keep her child safe.
His skirts...
#secrets
#death
#mythology #dystopian
#mythology #dystopian
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Kexby
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 9:13am
18th Feb 2019 9:13am
Hot Cross Buns
Could I smell hot-cross buns,
the hearth still warm?
The kettle on the hearth cold
windows gone and door,
took the kettle by its handle
rusty, loose,as was the bottom,
no water boiled for many a year.
None for ever again.
loneliness complete,
old man and lovers gone.
left behind ghostly memories
dancing in the half-lit hut.
They were happy days at times
like us they laughed and sang
made the place all cosy.
Then the old man died
as did the fire, ...
the hearth still warm?
The kettle on the hearth cold
windows gone and door,
took the kettle by its handle
rusty, loose,as was the bottom,
no water boiled for many a year.
None for ever again.
loneliness complete,
old man and lovers gone.
left behind ghostly memories
dancing in the half-lit hut.
They were happy days at times
like us they laughed and sang
made the place all cosy.
Then the old man died
as did the fire, ...
#mythology
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SonofHowarth
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 8:42am
13th Feb 2019 8:42am
Persephone Darker
Destroying face.
Destroyer of light
Oh, darkened ruler of Hades.
Has your might been under scribed?
Does the throne so brightly adorned rightly belong to thee?
Did that dark raper become your usurper and take your sole right divine?
His every caress a ploy as he explored your tight white skin.
Feeding you seed for his own need as you were enveloped by love.
Is Queen Persephone darker than history would have thee, the rightful ruler of death and Hades?
Written by SonOfHowarth
From the collection "Mythology"
Destroyer of light
Oh, darkened ruler of Hades.
Has your might been under scribed?
Does the throne so brightly adorned rightly belong to thee?
Did that dark raper become your usurper and take your sole right divine?
His every caress a ploy as he explored your tight white skin.
Feeding you seed for his own need as you were enveloped by love.
Is Queen Persephone darker than history would have thee, the rightful ruler of death and Hades?
Written by SonOfHowarth
From the collection "Mythology"
#mythology
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SonofHowarth
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 8:37pm
11th Feb 2019 8:37pm
Artemis
Leto evades a covetous Hera
Sanctuary found on Delos
She born in the wild Flora
Artemis, assisted her mother to deliver her brother, and when asked her deepest desire, she yearned to be chaste forever.
Appear oh, athlete divine
With a crescent moon crown, carrying silver bow and arrow
Presiding over the Kordax, where devotees in animal masquerade gyrate hips and torso undulates in ecstasy; enter, oh, possessive majesty!
That of which Callisto knows
When she sought your flesh in Sapphic tryst
Yet was tricked by a devious Zeus ...
Sanctuary found on Delos
She born in the wild Flora
Artemis, assisted her mother to deliver her brother, and when asked her deepest desire, she yearned to be chaste forever.
Appear oh, athlete divine
With a crescent moon crown, carrying silver bow and arrow
Presiding over the Kordax, where devotees in animal masquerade gyrate hips and torso undulates in ecstasy; enter, oh, possessive majesty!
That of which Callisto knows
When she sought your flesh in Sapphic tryst
Yet was tricked by a devious Zeus ...
#mythology
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 6:06am
11th Feb 2019 6:06am
Bear Walker
I walk through many dreamscapes, am but a traveler on seamless wings
Through arrays of vistas long since gone I dredge on through hopeless flings
Vagrant summers oft lead me away
For trails ablazed with sonic woe I pitter on to long forsaken hinterlands
I have slept hand in hand with ancient folk, a Bear Walker of infinite realms
Through arrays of vistas long since gone I dredge on through hopeless flings
Vagrant summers oft lead me away
For trails ablazed with sonic woe I pitter on to long forsaken hinterlands
I have slept hand in hand with ancient folk, a Bear Walker of infinite realms
#spiritual
#mythology
#magic #curse
#magic #curse
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DarkDreams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 4:23am
8th Feb 2019 4:23am
The tragedy of life is not death
You speak of life
You speak of death
Leading your flok on with hopes of a place with peace
You speak as if death is a thing to fear
You speak to your flok about following you in life so they can have peace in the afterlife
But dear god or whoever you may be:
The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live.
You speak of death
Leading your flok on with hopes of a place with peace
You speak as if death is a thing to fear
You speak to your flok about following you in life so they can have peace in the afterlife
But dear god or whoever you may be:
The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live.
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mythology
#tradition
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snugglebuck
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 4:07am
3rd Feb 2019 4:07am
Wild Hunt Nightmare
I dreamt I was taken by a storm
Swept up high and away
To join the lost souls
In purgatory’s sky parade
Restless souls they ride the wind
Not worthy of either Heaven or Hell
Upon great possessed beasts
They ride the skies pell mell
Wodan on his red eyed black stallion
Valkaries upon their dragons
Durga on her tiger
King Aurthur on his white mare Pladin
Durga cried, “Come ride with me,
For you’re as unrepentant as any of we!”
At that I realized I was flying in the air
And the cursed beast I was...
Swept up high and away
To join the lost souls
In purgatory’s sky parade
Restless souls they ride the wind
Not worthy of either Heaven or Hell
Upon great possessed beasts
They ride the skies pell mell
Wodan on his red eyed black stallion
Valkaries upon their dragons
Durga on her tiger
King Aurthur on his white mare Pladin
Durga cried, “Come ride with me,
For you’re as unrepentant as any of we!”
At that I realized I was flying in the air
And the cursed beast I was...
#dreams
#sleep
#mythology #nightmares
#mythology #nightmares
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 9:03pm
2nd Feb 2019 9:03pm
The Veil Dancer..Based On Solomon_Song's Beautiful Poem
Whispers felt afar
Carried out to the universe on a feather of the blowing wind
So gently felt, closing one’s eyes, tender caressed to inspire
Memorizing as I’m consumed by the warmth of its vehement inferno passion
Hungering in vain to worship its truth
Bathe in it delight
To embrace in its deliverance
To dance within its resonate madness
Mirages from the essence of your soul
Engraved by my touch, my scent, my taste
Blending within your mind, your soul
The veil of desire, my lust, tattoo upon in the midnight...
Carried out to the universe on a feather of the blowing wind
So gently felt, closing one’s eyes, tender caressed to inspire
Memorizing as I’m consumed by the warmth of its vehement inferno passion
Hungering in vain to worship its truth
Bathe in it delight
To embrace in its deliverance
To dance within its resonate madness
Mirages from the essence of your soul
Engraved by my touch, my scent, my taste
Blending within your mind, your soul
The veil of desire, my lust, tattoo upon in the midnight...
#romantic
#erotic
#mythology
#sensual
#passion
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
27th Jan 2019 3:37pm
27th Jan 2019 3:37pm
Religious Human Condition
In the beginning, there was nothing but a soul
Just an empty vessel, cold
floating aimlessly alone
Forged of energy for sure, but more importantly could grow
Capable of reaching through the endlessness abode
With no form or structure, oozing shapeless into moulds
At the whim of nature’s wrath and trapped without any control
It starts a journey laid out,
right before it, one that’s told
One with no clear introduction, one that’s infinitely old
The scene begins to unfold,
A path that it must wonder
Through the most perilous of places ...
Just an empty vessel, cold
floating aimlessly alone
Forged of energy for sure, but more importantly could grow
Capable of reaching through the endlessness abode
With no form or structure, oozing shapeless into moulds
At the whim of nature’s wrath and trapped without any control
It starts a journey laid out,
right before it, one that’s told
One with no clear introduction, one that’s infinitely old
The scene begins to unfold,
A path that it must wonder
Through the most perilous of places ...
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mythology
#philosophical
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takis1917
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 2:44am
20th Jan 2019 2:44am
Tonight, He Weaves...
His favorite pastime
- call it obsession, preoccupation,
call it what have you -
was his life's legacy
always revisiting, re-examining,
always angling, spinning and revising,
always,
aiming at constructing a more effective narrative...
Tonight he took on colors
- he thought he knew his well -
Black and white the early years...
Decades of rage certainly red...
Hues of grey dominated the rest...
Tonight, he finds the puzzle incomplete...
Tonight, he feels his painting is lacking texture...
"Where is the blue?", he...
- call it obsession, preoccupation,
call it what have you -
was his life's legacy
always revisiting, re-examining,
always angling, spinning and revising,
always,
aiming at constructing a more effective narrative...
Tonight he took on colors
- he thought he knew his well -
Black and white the early years...
Decades of rage certainly red...
Hues of grey dominated the rest...
Tonight, he finds the puzzle incomplete...
Tonight, he feels his painting is lacking texture...
"Where is the blue?", he...
#mythology
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Stanhoven
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 4:30am
18th Jan 2019 4:30am
Slaying A Cancer
Fire came from the Heaven's down as it lay waste to the machines of War
We whom thought that we ruled, the dominant ones now our,
Bodies burned, charred and their dust scattered on the wind
Screams are made silent as their wings sound in the sky
Millions of rounds but just bounce like rubber bands on a turtles shell
Battleships drowned as there guns fall beneath the waves
The ancients have risen to take back what men have pillaged and raped
We were given an Eden to care for, to let grow
To nurture, a lease that was given we burned as we...
We whom thought that we ruled, the dominant ones now our,
Bodies burned, charred and their dust scattered on the wind
Screams are made silent as their wings sound in the sky
Millions of rounds but just bounce like rubber bands on a turtles shell
Battleships drowned as there guns fall beneath the waves
The ancients have risen to take back what men have pillaged and raped
We were given an Eden to care for, to let grow
To nurture, a lease that was given we burned as we...
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#mythology #ignorance
#mythology #ignorance
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