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.
Vision
He wasn't special at all
but he had this personal taste
to pluck out the eyes of flies.
The flies by their side
saw no acceptable reasons
for the execution of such.
Nothing special.
Not talkative.
Not mischievous.
But he was excellent
in surgical execution
of the eye removal
of dipterous insects.
You opened the blue
with your clouded look.
It was lightning and stuff
that no one would remember.
This skinny city
drank your blood
and spit clouds
through the chimneys.
...
but he had this personal taste
to pluck out the eyes of flies.
The flies by their side
saw no acceptable reasons
for the execution of such.
Nothing special.
Not talkative.
Not mischievous.
But he was excellent
in surgical execution
of the eye removal
of dipterous insects.
You opened the blue
with your clouded look.
It was lightning and stuff
that no one would remember.
This skinny city
drank your blood
and spit clouds
through the chimneys.
...
#music
#mirror
#myself
#mythology
#mystery
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Theseus and the Minotaur
the taut thread
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
#conflict
#mirror
#myself
#mythology
#tragedy
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Zombie God
The faithful are famously myopic
About what they will and will not believe
And double down on the misanthropic
At the vagaries of Adam and Eve.
For this alone they invented sin
So hamartophobia might be had
As an addition to the looney bin
Which everyone knew was already bad.
So why oh why did they make it worse?
Much worse than it ever had to be.
I guess they thought knowledge was a curse,
And more so if it came from a tree!
Whose fruit divulged the creationist plan
Of hatred feasting on the mind of man!
About what they will and will not believe
And double down on the misanthropic
At the vagaries of Adam and Eve.
For this alone they invented sin
So hamartophobia might be had
As an addition to the looney bin
Which everyone knew was already bad.
So why oh why did they make it worse?
Much worse than it ever had to be.
I guess they thought knowledge was a curse,
And more so if it came from a tree!
Whose fruit divulged the creationist plan
Of hatred feasting on the mind of man!
#mythology
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Memory Portrait
dare you to paint
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#philosophical
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Hamadryads
so then
he started to think
about the way
that she pored over
and whispered to him:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
and the avenues
of his blood
were immediately
in slow traffic
everything dilated
in his geography
to the simple sound
of her voice among the leaves:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
the sound of her voice
straightened all
the trunks of the forest
brought the song to life
of all the flowers
sweetness in full bloom
...
he started to think
about the way
that she pored over
and whispered to him:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
and the avenues
of his blood
were immediately
in slow traffic
everything dilated
in his geography
to the simple sound
of her voice among the leaves:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
the sound of her voice
straightened all
the trunks of the forest
brought the song to life
of all the flowers
sweetness in full bloom
...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#mythology
#passion
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Three Non-Newtonian Laws
One : Basic Rules of Free Love
Absolute Freedom (1)
Unconditional Love (2)
Not exactly in that order.
(*) not valid for countries
where laws prohibit love,
freedom or both!
Two: General Postulate of Nonexistence
some human beings are,
also,
artists and some artists are,
also,
human beings.
(*) not valid for humans
who claim that their children too
would do what the artist presents...
Three: Dance of Universal Gravitation
the drifting planets
perplexed free ...
Absolute Freedom (1)
Unconditional Love (2)
Not exactly in that order.
(*) not valid for countries
where laws prohibit love,
freedom or both!
Two: General Postulate of Nonexistence
some human beings are,
also,
artists and some artists are,
also,
human beings.
(*) not valid for humans
who claim that their children too
would do what the artist presents...
Three: Dance of Universal Gravitation
the drifting planets
perplexed free ...
#satirical
#mythology
#philosophical #obsession
#philosophical #obsession
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Between Scylla and Charybdis
a body in the hands
volatile oozes and
dehydrates the skin
we touch it
we let him be
we want to appropriate it
we breathe the air
that it exudes
we lick the drops
that cover the hair
a strange void
inhabits the space
between the body
and the hands
a concrete void
that fills the hands
the mouth and the pores
a tactile void
slips fickle
and exposes the skin
the body expands into the void
and fills all hands...
we sip it
we watch him be
we drop it in the air
a...
volatile oozes and
dehydrates the skin
we touch it
we let him be
we want to appropriate it
we breathe the air
that it exudes
we lick the drops
that cover the hair
a strange void
inhabits the space
between the body
and the hands
a concrete void
that fills the hands
the mouth and the pores
a tactile void
slips fickle
and exposes the skin
the body expands into the void
and fills all hands...
we sip it
we watch him be
we drop it in the air
a...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
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how to become a facist
How to Become a Fascist
Clan thinking and group thinking are always dangerous
Our loyalty to the group we belong to betrays us
Waving of flags makes us think we have the right on our side
We are blind to the downside of this certainty
We stop considering an alternative, our narrowness
Makes us think other people suffering is their fault
For not following our path of righteousness
When outsiders reject our way, we react with fury
We will, in the name of freedom (ours) and slay
Any opponent as an enemy of our holly values
we say we...
Clan thinking and group thinking are always dangerous
Our loyalty to the group we belong to betrays us
Waving of flags makes us think we have the right on our side
We are blind to the downside of this certainty
We stop considering an alternative, our narrowness
Makes us think other people suffering is their fault
For not following our path of righteousness
When outsiders reject our way, we react with fury
We will, in the name of freedom (ours) and slay
Any opponent as an enemy of our holly values
we say we...
#faith
#fate
#mythology
#morality
#tradition
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Penelope awaits Ulysses forever
cherry blossom time
white perfumes
and the pristine skies
no artificial satellites
and reduced possibilities
of precipitation
falling masks...
mischaracterized characters
a gram of time
on the edge of the extinguishing candle
empty stage open scene
red fruits that kiss
the arch of the roof of the mouth
blooming flowers and wind
green flaring nostrils
the crusaders return
many years later
missing the smells
of the cherry trees
and the columns of the cloisters
only Ulysses...
white perfumes
and the pristine skies
no artificial satellites
and reduced possibilities
of precipitation
falling masks...
mischaracterized characters
a gram of time
on the edge of the extinguishing candle
empty stage open scene
red fruits that kiss
the arch of the roof of the mouth
blooming flowers and wind
green flaring nostrils
the crusaders return
many years later
missing the smells
of the cherry trees
and the columns of the cloisters
only Ulysses...
#love
#erotic
#mythology #respect
#mythology #respect
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Medusa
she seduces me
so violently
with her two eyes
on fire
and she calls out to me
with wheezes
and freezes my blood
in the kidneys
serpent goddess
with delights in the poison
hardening everything in me
making me hard as a rock
leaving me alone in a corner...
rock hard
forgotten in cold existence
without fevers
dehydrated
heroic statue
of the imperfect masculine.
PAR
so violently
with her two eyes
on fire
and she calls out to me
with wheezes
and freezes my blood
in the kidneys
serpent goddess
with delights in the poison
hardening everything in me
making me hard as a rock
leaving me alone in a corner...
rock hard
forgotten in cold existence
without fevers
dehydrated
heroic statue
of the imperfect masculine.
PAR
#love
#mythology
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the noddy land
The noddy land
Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening
It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams
but are vital in living life.
What my ghostwriter tries to say is: dreams come true.
I was back in my valley where I used to live and was
greeted by old friends who only appear in dreams
asked me where I had been; if I told they would think
I was dreaming and looked alarmed; has he gone ga, ga.
Footwear is a must in the valley, which is free of cars
I had been the shoemaker making shoes for the ball ...
Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening
It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams
but are vital in living life.
What my ghostwriter tries to say is: dreams come true.
I was back in my valley where I used to live and was
greeted by old friends who only appear in dreams
asked me where I had been; if I told they would think
I was dreaming and looked alarmed; has he gone ga, ga.
Footwear is a must in the valley, which is free of cars
I had been the shoemaker making shoes for the ball ...
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#curse
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Olympus!
There, in the uppermost polarized blue,
Sits the temple pure capitals of old
On fluting columns sweeping hitherto
Toward the interplanetary cold
Beyond the cirrus whiff drifting above
Showing the blue how deep it is by white;
That standard tint the immortals thought of
For all of their heavenly oversight
To which lowly mortals might never climb
By any other means at nearby hand
Than by ordered stanzas metering rhyme
Boldly sung throughout the pastoral land
As comets blush an orgiastic frieze
In the eternal twilight...
Sits the temple pure capitals of old
On fluting columns sweeping hitherto
Toward the interplanetary cold
Beyond the cirrus whiff drifting above
Showing the blue how deep it is by white;
That standard tint the immortals thought of
For all of their heavenly oversight
To which lowly mortals might never climb
By any other means at nearby hand
Than by ordered stanzas metering rhyme
Boldly sung throughout the pastoral land
As comets blush an orgiastic frieze
In the eternal twilight...
#mythology
#consumerism
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