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.
valkyriekerry
Poem Published
Today 6:18pm
Today 6:18pm
Words Overhear in the Underworld
Words Overheard in the Underworld
Words overheard in the Underworld convention,
Fighting over muffled voices, echoing cavern walls.
Hades’ voice, or Beelzebub’s,
Querying who the apex monster could be.
A fight for first place ensued, between the raging fires,
And screams of eternally tormented, anguished souls.
Demonic voices, or vampiric,
Howling loudly with depictions of evil misdeeds.
From the darkest corner stepped an old soul, wizened,
Worn over time from the study of a new breed, humanity.
He who is banged his...
Words overheard in the Underworld convention,
Fighting over muffled voices, echoing cavern walls.
Hades’ voice, or Beelzebub’s,
Querying who the apex monster could be.
A fight for first place ensued, between the raging fires,
And screams of eternally tormented, anguished souls.
Demonic voices, or vampiric,
Howling loudly with depictions of evil misdeeds.
From the darkest corner stepped an old soul, wizened,
Worn over time from the study of a new breed, humanity.
He who is banged his...
#regret
#hell
#mythology
#disappointment
#nightmares
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:19am
Yesterday 1:19am
Dock of Souls
at dawn there's a flicker of gold
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
#utopia
#ghosts
#hell
#mythology
#tradition
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2 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
25th May 2020 11:57am
25th May 2020 11:57am
Dreams of Faeries
she sang of tomorrow
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
#love
#ghosts
#fairies #mythology
#fairies #mythology
29 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th May 2020 10:48pm
24th May 2020 10:48pm
Mm...Midnight’s Creamy Bliss
#lust
#erotic
#mythology
#passion
#orgasm
160 reads
12 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
#mythology
#historical
#Britain #tradition
#Britain #tradition
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anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
21st May 2020 3:04pm
21st May 2020 3:04pm
Brigit, Celtic Goddess...
I stand tall amidst a maelstrom of adversity.
It spins on all sides but my eyes see
every spin of every wind. The thunder, the
flashes threaten but I see only the future.
I hear the cries, the pleads that whirl about
me but I only feel now, the moment.
I rise above the storm to that pillar visible
to the entire world and it’s people.
“Hear me my people, I am Brigit,
Queen of this moment”.
The vision can only be seen by the
female heart yearning to be one with destiny.
Each girl, collecting wild...
It spins on all sides but my eyes see
every spin of every wind. The thunder, the
flashes threaten but I see only the future.
I hear the cries, the pleads that whirl about
me but I only feel now, the moment.
I rise above the storm to that pillar visible
to the entire world and it’s people.
“Hear me my people, I am Brigit,
Queen of this moment”.
The vision can only be seen by the
female heart yearning to be one with destiny.
Each girl, collecting wild...
#mythology
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3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th May 2020 5:06am
19th May 2020 5:06am
Mayan Mystique I
Mayan Mystique I
Ro says, “This museum has an impressive Pre-Columbian exhibit upstairs. There doesn’t appear to be much of a crowd. Let’s go enjoy a private showing of the Mesoamerican rooms. The primitivism of the Mayan sculpture will provide a good contrast to our museum experience.”
We enter the dimly lit room where horned beasts made of clay greet us. Faces of Mayan people gaze from a lost world. She tells me, “Look at that Sun God figure. No look closer. Gaze into his eyes. You need to squat for a better balance. We wouldn’t want...
Ro says, “This museum has an impressive Pre-Columbian exhibit upstairs. There doesn’t appear to be much of a crowd. Let’s go enjoy a private showing of the Mesoamerican rooms. The primitivism of the Mayan sculpture will provide a good contrast to our museum experience.”
We enter the dimly lit room where horned beasts made of clay greet us. Faces of Mayan people gaze from a lost world. She tells me, “Look at that Sun God figure. No look closer. Gaze into his eyes. You need to squat for a better balance. We wouldn’t want...
#love
#mythology
#historical
50 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th May 2020 2:02am
18th May 2020 2:02am
Sweet Kisses Upon The Moon
Obsession, Lust, Infatuation
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Juju resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by destiny’s morning...
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Juju resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by destiny’s morning...
#dark
#mythology
141 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
16th May 2020 4:41am
16th May 2020 4:41am
Starlight
You claim that I don't know you but I swear that I do
I picked you from among billions, and swore that my heart was true
Every pulse of your being, belongs solely to me
It was for the two of us that the universe designed a key
But how can I, a mere mortal open a portal
That will allow me to walk among you as if it was normal
What would be the numerical base that would allow me travel trough space
Simply to kiss your lips and touch your face
But the gods of the constellations are a jealous lot
They saw my love for you and...
I picked you from among billions, and swore that my heart was true
Every pulse of your being, belongs solely to me
It was for the two of us that the universe designed a key
But how can I, a mere mortal open a portal
That will allow me to walk among you as if it was normal
What would be the numerical base that would allow me travel trough space
Simply to kiss your lips and touch your face
But the gods of the constellations are a jealous lot
They saw my love for you and...
#love
#universe
#FallingInLove #mythology
#FallingInLove #mythology
72 reads
9 Comments
valkyriekerry
Poem Published
15th May 2020 6:40pm
15th May 2020 6:40pm
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
A fixture in the old town of New Orleans.
No one cared to ask him his name, a human mannequin.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
Perched on a wooden stool, staring lifelessly
At life floating by. He had no story of his own to tell.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles,’
His swarthy skin and black eyes stared unblinkingly
From his wooden pew between the bar and the barbers.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
Unmoved by the Mardi Gras carnival or endless parade
Of mindless...
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
A fixture in the old town of New Orleans.
No one cared to ask him his name, a human mannequin.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
Perched on a wooden stool, staring lifelessly
At life floating by. He had no story of his own to tell.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles,’
His swarthy skin and black eyes stared unblinkingly
From his wooden pew between the bar and the barbers.
They called him, ‘Mr Bojangles.’
Unmoved by the Mardi Gras carnival or endless parade
Of mindless...
#evil
#mythology
#curse #zombies
#curse #zombies
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2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
14th May 2020 9:25am
14th May 2020 9:25am
To Much To Soon
Shadows moving across the sky, begin to cry
Soldiers marching up from Tartarus refusing to be denied
Atlas following order, told to drop the fucking sky
If it was not for Hercules everyone would surely had died
Man as you remember fucking won the last battle
With Hope on their side the Titans and Gods were shattered
But the immortals were down, they were never truly defeated
They sat back and watched as man realized the strength that was need
The strength needed to make decisions for yourself
To have a frame...
Soldiers marching up from Tartarus refusing to be denied
Atlas following order, told to drop the fucking sky
If it was not for Hercules everyone would surely had died
Man as you remember fucking won the last battle
With Hope on their side the Titans and Gods were shattered
But the immortals were down, they were never truly defeated
They sat back and watched as man realized the strength that was need
The strength needed to make decisions for yourself
To have a frame...
#war
#humankind
#evolution #mythology
#evolution #mythology
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4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
14th May 2020 9:24am
14th May 2020 9:24am
Destine
Fallen Angels building a ladder
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
#war
#LifeChangingMoment
#mythology #rebellion
#mythology #rebellion
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8 Comments
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