Least Read Poems About Mythology
#mythology
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
THE TRUCULENT GIRL
Sitting by my window looking at the park
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember...
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember...
#dreams
#mythology
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 6:06am
18th Apr 2020 6:06am
The Return pt. 2(mythological piece)
For 7 hours and 13 days I laid curled up on the edge of my sleep king.
The Indented violet sheets clutching with my fingers pushed from my hands forms the
spacing
I awakened at the midnight hour and saw your Eidolon appearance scrying of April showers after March’s spring,
The Late blooms of dismay reached my Watery Augustus eyes
since the first laboring
At first I began to tremble, shaking, and fearful from your Hauntings But I refuse
to be demise with all of my Hercules might covering...
The Indented violet sheets clutching with my fingers pushed from my hands forms the
spacing
I awakened at the midnight hour and saw your Eidolon appearance scrying of April showers after March’s spring,
The Late blooms of dismay reached my Watery Augustus eyes
since the first laboring
At first I began to tremble, shaking, and fearful from your Hauntings But I refuse
to be demise with all of my Hercules might covering...
#love
#hope
#courage #mythology
#courage #mythology
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
The Lord of the Poems
He scrubs off the dust
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
#mythology
#nostalgia
#dystopian
#symbolism
#epic
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 10:24pm
13th Jan 2019 10:24pm
A Part of the Northwest Manifesto
All this burst rain
bears the development of gills,
fins cannot handle mercurial
umbrellas and so these hands do not.
Spot the unswimmers, tourists,
underneath their mushroom air pockets
this is a known known--
a safe solution to snipping
resident inevitability, their freeze is cast
away from shields or are shields against you--
the unknown unknowns are building
a future island
(it won't always anticipate
the unguent of nature or nature's man)
out of backyard Mt. Rainier
and there molted...
bears the development of gills,
fins cannot handle mercurial
umbrellas and so these hands do not.
Spot the unswimmers, tourists,
underneath their mushroom air pockets
this is a known known--
a safe solution to snipping
resident inevitability, their freeze is cast
away from shields or are shields against you--
the unknown unknowns are building
a future island
(it won't always anticipate
the unguent of nature or nature's man)
out of backyard Mt. Rainier
and there molted...
#mythology
#culture
#responsibility
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
appleseed: an american king
do i make sense in this aqua world
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
#family
#America
#nature
#rebirth
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:26am
5th Dec 2024 1:26am
Helen of Troy
Helen of Troy
The crème de menthe of her eyes
Cool as mint chocolate ice cream
With whipped cream complexion
Topped in strawberry tresses
With raspberry lipstick
Painted on her wry smile
Like pomegranate stain
To sweeten a night like tonight
When dreams of her kiss
Float in her blueberry eyes
To melt in the gaze
Of my little boy blues
Witness to her fair Helen of Troy face
Afloat her wine dark Aegean waves
That summon the Odysseus
Hiding in my Ithaca
The crème de menthe of her eyes
Cool as mint chocolate ice cream
With whipped cream complexion
Topped in strawberry tresses
With raspberry lipstick
Painted on her wry smile
Like pomegranate stain
To sweeten a night like tonight
When dreams of her kiss
Float in her blueberry eyes
To melt in the gaze
Of my little boy blues
Witness to her fair Helen of Troy face
Afloat her wine dark Aegean waves
That summon the Odysseus
Hiding in my Ithaca
#beauty
#mythology
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
The Prophecy
In the dull fading light, where shadows cling to the land like whispers, a King will rise to claim, bound in chains of fate, cursed to sit a throne of brittle peace, brief as soft breath, lost as the dark night is to the new morning.
The ship of gods, adrift in shallow waters,
steers blind toward its deathly ruin, unmoored by the weight of its own splintered hull.
See, the land trembles beneath that iron pulse of war machines bound, the towns and cities tangled in a thorn of rage, while new and old burn. O sunlit city, how often will you break?
How...
The ship of gods, adrift in shallow waters,
steers blind toward its deathly ruin, unmoored by the weight of its own splintered hull.
See, the land trembles beneath that iron pulse of war machines bound, the towns and cities tangled in a thorn of rage, while new and old burn. O sunlit city, how often will you break?
How...
#apocalypse
#astrology
#mythology #philosophical
#mythology #philosophical
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:16pm
10th Dec 2024 2:16pm
Alchemic love song
Someone blew into sulfer
sand sculptures rose
from benevolent strangers hands
lunations ago each psalm
of your palms
as you peeled syllables
from mine eyelids
we witnessed serpent eggs
hatched by bleeding moons
as animate earth beckons
our ears listened
to totemic death chants
spelled by swan necked light
we engraved our blackened lips
in each casket
a sycophant echo
my thespian shade
together with these visions
this sarcophagus
reveals ...
sand sculptures rose
from benevolent strangers hands
lunations ago each psalm
of your palms
as you peeled syllables
from mine eyelids
we witnessed serpent eggs
hatched by bleeding moons
as animate earth beckons
our ears listened
to totemic death chants
spelled by swan necked light
we engraved our blackened lips
in each casket
a sycophant echo
my thespian shade
together with these visions
this sarcophagus
reveals ...
#mythology
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
THE FORCES OF HEKA
Through the veins of kings and mortal men,
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
#magic
#mythology
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:42am
22nd Oct 2024 00:42am
Four Times The Size Of Planet Earth
"Doctor, ive got a pain in my anus (ah-nus)"
"Don't you mean anus? (ay-nus)"
"No!"
"It'e pronounced differently now, because
of the changing in the pronounciation
of rhe planet Uranus now ur-a-nus"
"Ur-a-nus?"
"Yes doctor"
"Not Ur-ay-nus then?"
"Well, that's what i'm here for!"
Upon examining....
"Well, your anus, is four times the size of
planet Earth!" declared the doctor
"I blame it all on Cronus
It wasn't Uranus's anus ...
"Don't you mean anus? (ay-nus)"
"No!"
"It'e pronounced differently now, because
of the changing in the pronounciation
of rhe planet Uranus now ur-a-nus"
"Ur-a-nus?"
"Yes doctor"
"Not Ur-ay-nus then?"
"Well, that's what i'm here for!"
Upon examining....
"Well, your anus, is four times the size of
planet Earth!" declared the doctor
"I blame it all on Cronus
It wasn't Uranus's anus ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology #satirical
#mythology #satirical
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PAR
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 10:53am
10th Dec 2024 10:53am
Arachne
In the silence of the ancient grove,
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
#jealousy
#mythology
#nature
#spiritual
#wisdom
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