Poems About Mythology Seeking Friendly Advice
#mythology
Rew
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 7:45pm
31st Mar 2024 7:45pm
Orion The Hunter
As Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus
armoured and armed as if for cosmic war
and takes as comrade brave, strong, Perseus,
Perseus, then seeks aid from Centaurus
on their ride to save Andromeda, more
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus.
She was chained as sacrifice for Cetus
her father, implored, " Save my child " then roared
" And take as Comrade that brave, strong, Perseus!"
Perseus enlisted stout Centaurus,
the bloodhounds canis major and minor,
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus,
...
armoured and armed as if for cosmic war
and takes as comrade brave, strong, Perseus,
Perseus, then seeks aid from Centaurus
on their ride to save Andromeda, more
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus.
She was chained as sacrifice for Cetus
her father, implored, " Save my child " then roared
" And take as Comrade that brave, strong, Perseus!"
Perseus enlisted stout Centaurus,
the bloodhounds canis major and minor,
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus,
...
#mythology
#villanelle
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Pishashee
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
Coyote
Do you remember the first
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
#narrative
#mythology
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2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
MY MUSE RESURRECTED ME
My heart was bound
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
92 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 10:47am
8th Mar 2024 10:47am
Saga
Far is a calling
handmaid of Frigg
chooser in fate
tokens travel
fog frocks we have worn
for a fair haired golden sun
I behold no one
veiled cloth
I was allowed
to be born as female
Bodice of night
Odin has opened his blind eye
mayhap I will speak
hand fasting in silence
through tonsils of trees
First and last woman
Each equinox our ashen mouths
will speak again
copyrights © owned by Ri
handmaid of Frigg
chooser in fate
tokens travel
fog frocks we have worn
for a fair haired golden sun
I behold no one
veiled cloth
I was allowed
to be born as female
Bodice of night
Odin has opened his blind eye
mayhap I will speak
hand fasting in silence
through tonsils of trees
First and last woman
Each equinox our ashen mouths
will speak again
copyrights © owned by Ri
#women
#mythology
88 reads
4 Comments
Khione
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 10:15pm
7th Mar 2024 10:15pm
Khione
From movement and ice, you sprang
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
#winter
#mythology
#historical
58 reads
1 Comment
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
46 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 1:58am
22nd Feb 2024 1:58am
Vegan Café 2nd Mayan Haiku String
Vegan Café 2nd Mayan Haiku String
clouds
in her lapis lazuli mood ring
morning fog
smoke rings
from Popocatépetl
tobacconist’ dream
pilgrims
in Quetzalcoatl’s
holy land
maiden strays
into flamingo field
pink dawn
seeped deep
in Bruja’s herbal brew
Hecate’s potion
glyphs
on charm bracelet
her book of spells
clouds
in her lapis lazuli mood ring
morning fog
smoke rings
from Popocatépetl
tobacconist’ dream
pilgrims
in Quetzalcoatl’s
holy land
maiden strays
into flamingo field
pink dawn
seeped deep
in Bruja’s herbal brew
Hecate’s potion
glyphs
on charm bracelet
her book of spells
#women
#nature
#mythology #seductive
#mythology #seductive
57 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 1:56am
22nd Feb 2024 1:56am
Vegan Café 1st Set of Mayan Haiku
Vegan Café 1st Set of Mayan Haiku
jaguar priestess
tattooed in Mayan glyphs
basket of sunshine
bonnet
of bougainvillea petals
wreath of sun flames
earth birth
inked on her cappuccino back
Popol Vuh
elders chant
to bongo drums
earth’s heartbeat
lake texcoco
shimmers in moonlight
her sheen
roots descend
from banyan boughs
her cathedral
jaguar priestess
tattooed in Mayan glyphs
basket of sunshine
bonnet
of bougainvillea petals
wreath of sun flames
earth birth
inked on her cappuccino back
Popol Vuh
elders chant
to bongo drums
earth’s heartbeat
lake texcoco
shimmers in moonlight
her sheen
roots descend
from banyan boughs
her cathedral
#women
#nature
#music
#mythology
#culture
73 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 5:58am
16th Feb 2024 5:58am
Hero, Monster or God
"Mythology can be defined as the sacred history of humankind. "
- Gerald Hausman
Peggysoarus
As silvered wings
shrug off the gale,
night descends long
her spectre pale.
High above it all,
soaring in the mists;
a soul gallops untethered
in a heavenly tryst.
To feel her heart beat
is to flutter great wings
and drift into sleep
as moondust she brings.
A creature of myth ...
- Gerald Hausman
Peggysoarus
As silvered wings
shrug off the gale,
night descends long
her spectre pale.
High above it all,
soaring in the mists;
a soul gallops untethered
in a heavenly tryst.
To feel her heart beat
is to flutter great wings
and drift into sleep
as moondust she brings.
A creature of myth ...
#courage
#monsters
#mythology #NaPoWriMo2023
#mythology #NaPoWriMo2023
104 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 10:52pm
13th Feb 2024 10:52pm
live jazz coffee house haiku
live jazz coffee house haiku
jazz house
for coffee partisans
Picasso sax
Harlem taxi
to blue Annapurna
of smoky curaçao
king Richard
a lionhearted
apostle of blues
Kublai Khan
reigns atop blue pagoda
for millennia of sax
pope of jazz
decrees the blues
to poppy heads
mint leaf rag
on a midnight Joplin
rocks on scotch
jazz house
for coffee partisans
Picasso sax
Harlem taxi
to blue Annapurna
of smoky curaçao
king Richard
a lionhearted
apostle of blues
Kublai Khan
reigns atop blue pagoda
for millennia of sax
pope of jazz
decrees the blues
to poppy heads
mint leaf rag
on a midnight Joplin
rocks on scotch
#music
#coffee
#haiku
#mythology
#tea
54 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 2:25am
3rd Feb 2024 2:25am
This is some of the worst poetry in the world, but I'm paid up.
Author of the Ferryman–12 hrs Dead
Hello, fans of the turnabout,
and the underworld.
I'm your host, the crazy Charon
I start again, once more, small steps through the mire –
its a landmine out here. But if this works,
if I make it through this small
test
of
myself,
I know they know not what they do,
but who's gonna take off the kid gloves and tell them
the truth, and not about Politics.
That...
Hello, fans of the turnabout,
and the underworld.
I'm your host, the crazy Charon
I start again, once more, small steps through the mire –
its a landmine out here. But if this works,
if I make it through this small
test
of
myself,
I know they know not what they do,
but who's gonna take off the kid gloves and tell them
the truth, and not about Politics.
That...
#mythology
92 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 1:27pm
31st Jan 2024 1:27pm
Agog
Such sibilant hissing can be heard
when Satan hints to her of love,
it sets her hands to cupping curves
to calm as it seeks its treasure's trove...
A maiden may make some moist protests
her tongue protruding through wet lips
but sinister Satan needs to nest
has her uncovered from toes to tits.
Its organ is full of lustful tunes
seduces her, beguiles its way,
It would make Angels themselves to swoon
coz Satan easily swings both ways.
She may be dry she may pray to God
when she sees Satan's thick fifth limb, ...
when Satan hints to her of love,
it sets her hands to cupping curves
to calm as it seeks its treasure's trove...
A maiden may make some moist protests
her tongue protruding through wet lips
but sinister Satan needs to nest
has her uncovered from toes to tits.
Its organ is full of lustful tunes
seduces her, beguiles its way,
It would make Angels themselves to swoon
coz Satan easily swings both ways.
She may be dry she may pray to God
when she sees Satan's thick fifth limb, ...
#devil
#rhyming
#funny
#mythology
#dirty
138 reads
6 Comments
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