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.
Shirith'nar's Pleasure
- Shirith'nar's Pleasure -
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her...
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her...
#technology
#aliens
#mythology
#sensual
#passion
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Reminiscing On The Past
Sometimes I come back to this island
And reminisce on the past
Walking through the forest I once called home
I used to take strolls here-much like this-
Amidst all the beautiful plants and tall trees
Hearing the sounds of creatures scurrying out of sight
I’m reminded of all I’ve left behind
A small part of me wonders
What would my life be like if I stayed on this island?
I walk on, deeper into the forest
And I take in my surroundings
A mix of light and dark greens
Vines strewn everywhere
A slight breeze...
And reminisce on the past
Walking through the forest I once called home
I used to take strolls here-much like this-
Amidst all the beautiful plants and tall trees
Hearing the sounds of creatures scurrying out of sight
I’m reminded of all I’ve left behind
A small part of me wonders
What would my life be like if I stayed on this island?
I walk on, deeper into the forest
And I take in my surroundings
A mix of light and dark greens
Vines strewn everywhere
A slight breeze...
#identity
#mythology
#SelfReflection
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Mythology Mischief
Mythology is such an interesting topic, it’s riddled with lessons in the midst of a bunch of madness. Mischief reigns supreme, as I’ve done a lil’ research of my own.
The Norse god Thor presided over the skies and provided defense for the city of Asgard. In his absence, the gods decided that a fortification should be built for it's protection
A stranger came and offered his services to build the structure in less than a year
With the stipulation that he marry the beautiful goddess Freya
The gods were outraged! The task was impossible not only that, Freya was off limits ...
The Norse god Thor presided over the skies and provided defense for the city of Asgard. In his absence, the gods decided that a fortification should be built for it's protection
A stranger came and offered his services to build the structure in less than a year
With the stipulation that he marry the beautiful goddess Freya
The gods were outraged! The task was impossible not only that, Freya was off limits ...
#funny
#mythology
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AMARANTH (Haiku)
Imaginary
A flower that never fades
Always beautiful
by Jemia
A flower that never fades
Always beautiful
by Jemia
#beauty
#nature
#mythology #surreal
#mythology #surreal
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Yspirfal
Yspirfal”
Yspirfal across the sky
Awake now with a loving light
For I have summoned thee with song
And I have shaped thee to belong
In facets of eternal night
Where alor hath made the dim seem bright
Hyspirfael there beams a ray
Of vesper’s splendoring refrain
Shards of silver and silver rain
Shed on seas of silver fame
North and from the northmost sea
A mistless lute borne to thee
A ray, a glimmer, and a dream
To shape an endless harmony
Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
Upon the dawning of the world
To ring and...
Yspirfal across the sky
Awake now with a loving light
For I have summoned thee with song
And I have shaped thee to belong
In facets of eternal night
Where alor hath made the dim seem bright
Hyspirfael there beams a ray
Of vesper’s splendoring refrain
Shards of silver and silver rain
Shed on seas of silver fame
North and from the northmost sea
A mistless lute borne to thee
A ray, a glimmer, and a dream
To shape an endless harmony
Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
Upon the dawning of the world
To ring and...
#mythology
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sirens
The ocean speaks to me
She sings, actually
Listen close and you’ll hear the Sirens.
Between the waves,
Ricocheting off scattered shells.
Legend has it sailors were seduced by the sounds, sightlessly seeking the source of such serenity. Alas, only breeding their demise in a crash.
I believe
it’s naive to view man so feeble,
and tasteless to view woman so debauched.
I believe
the cacoethes begot by the sirens dives deeper than the patriarchal view of beauty.
In their song I hear my fathers past voice. Young, strong, happy - I...
She sings, actually
Listen close and you’ll hear the Sirens.
Between the waves,
Ricocheting off scattered shells.
Legend has it sailors were seduced by the sounds, sightlessly seeking the source of such serenity. Alas, only breeding their demise in a crash.
I believe
it’s naive to view man so feeble,
and tasteless to view woman so debauched.
I believe
the cacoethes begot by the sirens dives deeper than the patriarchal view of beauty.
In their song I hear my fathers past voice. Young, strong, happy - I...
#father
#sea
#beach
#memories
#mythology
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Intrinsic histories never told, the truth about the Edda
In 1643 an Icelandic Bishop called Brynjolf Sveinsson was given forty-five pieces of vellum
containing poetry and prose. The words on this vellum are thought to have been written down around 1270. Which person, or family, had protected this manuscript for over four hundred years we don’t know – but we can be sure that it would have been a treacherous secret to bear safely through the medieval centuries. It had been hidden from public view all that time, presumably, to protect it from being destroyed by the representatives of the Roman Christian Church.
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containing poetry and prose. The words on this vellum are thought to have been written down around 1270. Which person, or family, had protected this manuscript for over four hundred years we don’t know – but we can be sure that it would have been a treacherous secret to bear safely through the medieval centuries. It had been hidden from public view all that time, presumably, to protect it from being destroyed by the representatives of the Roman Christian Church.
...
#strength
#PowerOfWords
#mythology
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Crows Know
The crows know something I don't know
They circle me and they'll keep circling until the day she dies
Is it sad that it doesn't bother me?
I'm sad for those around me, but I feel nothing
Does The Morrigan see me as cruel?
Cruel compared to the sovereign queen of darkness?
Or maybe it's a reminder to be kinder
They circle me and they'll keep circling until the day she dies
Is it sad that it doesn't bother me?
I'm sad for those around me, but I feel nothing
Does The Morrigan see me as cruel?
Cruel compared to the sovereign queen of darkness?
Or maybe it's a reminder to be kinder
#death
#birds
#mythology
#pagan
#witches
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Jesus and the Hags
I mean, Jesus and the Spiritual Women
#love
#mythology
#feminism
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Red Goddess Beyond
Out of the void
Her redness swirled about my being
Like the many discs of Saturn
When she spoke
Her words became stars
When she moved
All the plains shifted beneath me
Her song lit Saint Lucifers’ pyre
Her beauty
The magick of the mysteries
Of the multiverse
Her soul
The green-scarlet flame
Tail of a shooting star
Bound foreverness
The red supernatural
That superstition envies
Wild glow before the sundive
Painting her glaze – portrait alight
With the devils’ ash
Upon the lips of her sin...
Her redness swirled about my being
Like the many discs of Saturn
When she spoke
Her words became stars
When she moved
All the plains shifted beneath me
Her song lit Saint Lucifers’ pyre
Her beauty
The magick of the mysteries
Of the multiverse
Her soul
The green-scarlet flame
Tail of a shooting star
Bound foreverness
The red supernatural
That superstition envies
Wild glow before the sundive
Painting her glaze – portrait alight
With the devils’ ash
Upon the lips of her sin...
#women
#beauty
#universe
#mythology
#pagan
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Of The Devil & Baphomette #3
I was once the bright and morning star
but nothing compared to what I have found in you
as your beauty alone is the envy of constellations
Princess of my star-clustered nights
I’ll meet you up there somewhere
Nymphess of my burning candles twilight
we shall dance between them for all time to share
All humanity shall see
that we start at the end of their dreams
their evening sky but a bitter reflection
of our glittering lake in hell
where there are the souls of men diving
and demon eyes blinding
and godless ones...
but nothing compared to what I have found in you
as your beauty alone is the envy of constellations
Princess of my star-clustered nights
I’ll meet you up there somewhere
Nymphess of my burning candles twilight
we shall dance between them for all time to share
All humanity shall see
that we start at the end of their dreams
their evening sky but a bitter reflection
of our glittering lake in hell
where there are the souls of men diving
and demon eyes blinding
and godless ones...
#dark
#universe
#astronomy
#mythology
#pagan
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indigo
tied ribbon, stained indigo
on a figure, shadow black
flesh hungry, blood thirsty, wendigo
gaze on you, and sure to attack
hunting season, only winter game
beware, indigo tricks the wandering eye
hide or run, outcome the same
dragged in snow, to den below, where you'll die
this soul-stirring blue, irresistible.. tempts you
if you do, the devil will grin
that's when canines pierce through, fur and claws too
commit the cannibal sin
now, the indigo stained ribbon is tied
born is the insatiable demon...
on a figure, shadow black
flesh hungry, blood thirsty, wendigo
gaze on you, and sure to attack
hunting season, only winter game
beware, indigo tricks the wandering eye
hide or run, outcome the same
dragged in snow, to den below, where you'll die
this soul-stirring blue, irresistible.. tempts you
if you do, the devil will grin
that's when canines pierce through, fur and claws too
commit the cannibal sin
now, the indigo stained ribbon is tied
born is the insatiable demon...
#dark
#evil
#monsters
#mythology
#NaPoWriMo2022
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