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.
Exquisitely sings?
Endlessly,satin leaves bare shadows.
Tirelessly,engaging in monotonous profanity,
all has almost certainly,been heard before.
Caged,its shape embodies light,
such a frightful sight,
almost certainly been seen before.
An infinitesimal gap,for the light to pour in.
It seeks to teach,amuse, change the wind,
inspiration,is all it desires,to exquisitely sing.
A brilliance,from a different origin.
Forced to see the world,in the form,
the shadows cast upon.
Surrounded by centuries old statues.
Illustrious stone....
Tirelessly,engaging in monotonous profanity,
all has almost certainly,been heard before.
Caged,its shape embodies light,
such a frightful sight,
almost certainly been seen before.
An infinitesimal gap,for the light to pour in.
It seeks to teach,amuse, change the wind,
inspiration,is all it desires,to exquisitely sing.
A brilliance,from a different origin.
Forced to see the world,in the form,
the shadows cast upon.
Surrounded by centuries old statues.
Illustrious stone....
#mythology
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a story
how is it a people who love
robin hood and think the
sheriff of nottingham a villain
end up voting tory
robin hood and think the
sheriff of nottingham a villain
end up voting tory
#politics
#mythology
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Wonders of wonders
The greek poet Hésiode (VII B.C.)
Has Oizys, the greek goddess of misery
Born from Nyx, the goddess of night
Without human intervention.
Amazing. Meanwhile the Catholic Church
Has Mary do the same
From the hands of........the Holy Spirit?
Christianity's heritage stems from a good deal
Of mythology and paganism (look at the lovely tradition
Of Christmas)
Now for the greek god who resurrected
And flew up to the sky?
Has Oizys, the greek goddess of misery
Born from Nyx, the goddess of night
Without human intervention.
Amazing. Meanwhile the Catholic Church
Has Mary do the same
From the hands of........the Holy Spirit?
Christianity's heritage stems from a good deal
Of mythology and paganism (look at the lovely tradition
Of Christmas)
Now for the greek god who resurrected
And flew up to the sky?
#religion
#mythology
#pagan
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D&D
Deep in the bowels of this dungeon we creep
For we dare not awaken the beast within
Darkness lingers around every corner
Our lights fade with each passing hour
What would bring a motley crew to this dreadful place?
For a fistful of gold we put our lives at stake
For the ladies we tell of our tales over a flagon of ale
For the good of the people, may they slumber well
What great hunt can there be for the heros three
A dwarf who has lost his way
An elf who comes for love
And a human searching for peace
The hunt of a...
For we dare not awaken the beast within
Darkness lingers around every corner
Our lights fade with each passing hour
What would bring a motley crew to this dreadful place?
For a fistful of gold we put our lives at stake
For the ladies we tell of our tales over a flagon of ale
For the good of the people, may they slumber well
What great hunt can there be for the heros three
A dwarf who has lost his way
An elf who comes for love
And a human searching for peace
The hunt of a...
#love
#peace
#dragons
#mythology
#travel
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Narcissus
Of a Sunny yellow
She wears a legendary name
Growing at the place
Narcisse had drowned
From the own contemplation
Of his face
This flower with unparralled beauty
Is the symbol of vanity
She wears a legendary name
Growing at the place
Narcisse had drowned
From the own contemplation
Of his face
This flower with unparralled beauty
Is the symbol of vanity
#mythology
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Autumn Bride
Autumn Bride
Tresses like the currents
In a dark autumn river
Tied around the bend in a bun
Pastel rainbow circles her blouse
Round yonder bosom
Where night sleeps
Midnight spandex
Hugs her hips
In the muscled strength
Of a Selkie who shed her seal skin
To roam the Irish glens
On a human husband quest
Her voice a mystic song
That echoes ethereally
In enchantress lilt
Echoing on shamrock banks
Of rivers of lore
Where her barefoot shimmy
Signs the grassy knolls
Tresses like the currents
In a dark autumn river
Tied around the bend in a bun
Pastel rainbow circles her blouse
Round yonder bosom
Where night sleeps
Midnight spandex
Hugs her hips
In the muscled strength
Of a Selkie who shed her seal skin
To roam the Irish glens
On a human husband quest
Her voice a mystic song
That echoes ethereally
In enchantress lilt
Echoing on shamrock banks
Of rivers of lore
Where her barefoot shimmy
Signs the grassy knolls
#women
#beauty
#fall
#mythology
#sensual
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Bathing In The Pools Of Infinity
I am the thought in the image you taste, touch, feel, see
The spare air we share, I breathe
Commence the rings of infinity as I bow to your silent invitation
Relaxing your mind as I sultry dance for you in provocation
Touch me, my love, reveal the chasten calling of my mythical soul
Before the morning calls upon us, the hardness of your aura I shall console
My thimbles move as the art of my seduction sways
The closer I move as I gently sashay
Catching the tassel, unraveling my hip scarf as I twirl...
The spare air we share, I breathe
Commence the rings of infinity as I bow to your silent invitation
Relaxing your mind as I sultry dance for you in provocation
Touch me, my love, reveal the chasten calling of my mythical soul
Before the morning calls upon us, the hardness of your aura I shall console
My thimbles move as the art of my seduction sways
The closer I move as I gently sashay
Catching the tassel, unraveling my hip scarf as I twirl...
#lover
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
#mythology
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Just Sit Back Papi..And Let Me Softly Ease Into That Beautiful Brain Matter
I am the temptress, the enchantress, the beguiling four leaf clover wish
An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch
Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds
The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned
Mourning the flavor of lost souls, to the stake I watched them burn
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile
Unto the full moon I hear the distance...
An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch
Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds
The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned
Mourning the flavor of lost souls, to the stake I watched them burn
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile
Unto the full moon I hear the distance...
#dark
#mythology
#seductive
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Chronology of Timeless Bliss
Chronology of Timeless Bliss
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy...
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy...
#women
#rain
#water
#mythology
#desert
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The Queen of the Damned
He gave away his fleeting life
For the midnight kiss of spring
The queen of the damned he kissed
On Persephone’s dark rose lips
The kiss of a mortal man
Towards the earth, He drifted up
On the zephyrs of her exhale
Before he reached the ground
The hands of Hades seized him cold
Pulling him down to Hecate
To join the ghosts of Asphodel
Persephone could not forget his lips
His soul she placed inside her palm
She turned him into meadow's hay
And planted his heart inside an oak
Every year the kiss of...
For the midnight kiss of spring
The queen of the damned he kissed
On Persephone’s dark rose lips
The kiss of a mortal man
Towards the earth, He drifted up
On the zephyrs of her exhale
Before he reached the ground
The hands of Hades seized him cold
Pulling him down to Hecate
To join the ghosts of Asphodel
Persephone could not forget his lips
His soul she placed inside her palm
She turned him into meadow's hay
And planted his heart inside an oak
Every year the kiss of...
#love
#death
#UnrequitedLove #mythology
#UnrequitedLove #mythology
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the year of infinity
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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Loch Súilí
Loch Súilí
Grianán Aileach, overseeing, endures.
Dagda still whispers,
Calling in the ethereal mist
over Loch Súilí,
The Lake of Eyes.
Ghosts ride in on
the historic, haunting haze.
Shadows of Earls departing, carrying
not only their sadness
but the heart of old Ireland.
(Chorus)
The lake has eyes,
does it see inside you?
Liquid eyes pulling visions from the void,
Ancient voices echo
through the years,
Lake of cries,
Lake of tears.
These...
Grianán Aileach, overseeing, endures.
Dagda still whispers,
Calling in the ethereal mist
over Loch Súilí,
The Lake of Eyes.
Ghosts ride in on
the historic, haunting haze.
Shadows of Earls departing, carrying
not only their sadness
but the heart of old Ireland.
(Chorus)
The lake has eyes,
does it see inside you?
Liquid eyes pulling visions from the void,
Ancient voices echo
through the years,
Lake of cries,
Lake of tears.
These...
#nature
#mythology
#historical #nostalgia
#historical #nostalgia
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