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.
El Cipitio
His father was Morning Star
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
#mythology
#scary
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Legend of the Marfa Lights (a narrative) as told by an Apache Elder
In the time of the ancients, when the earth sang with the spirits of the wild and the wisdom of our forebears lingered in every whisper of the wind, there arose a tale born from the heart of the desert, in the realm of the Apaches.
Before the the town of Marfa existed, when the world was untamed and the land stretched out boundless, our people wandered these territories, hunters beneath the expanse of the sky. But the fever of the California Gold Rush ignited a fire in the hearts of travelers, bringing turmoil and sorrow. The allure of gold drew them westward, their wagons carving...
Before the the town of Marfa existed, when the world was untamed and the land stretched out boundless, our people wandered these territories, hunters beneath the expanse of the sky. But the fever of the California Gold Rush ignited a fire in the hearts of travelers, bringing turmoil and sorrow. The allure of gold drew them westward, their wagons carving...
#love
#murder
#mythology
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The Lights of Marfa, Texas (as told by a tribal elder)
In the heart of the desert, ancient spirits roam,
In lands of Apache, this legend is known,
There once lived a people old as the sands
They looked out in sorry at the loss of their home.
The Apache chief was filled with hate and
Promised his daughter for a change of fate.
To the warrior who brought him a white woman’s scalp
He’d give his daughter on a golden plate.
Naiche, a young warrior, with eyes so deep,
Took up the challenge, with courage to keep,
He stalked a family, by Pecos River,
Watching a maiden whose beauty was...
In lands of Apache, this legend is known,
There once lived a people old as the sands
They looked out in sorry at the loss of their home.
The Apache chief was filled with hate and
Promised his daughter for a change of fate.
To the warrior who brought him a white woman’s scalp
He’d give his daughter on a golden plate.
Naiche, a young warrior, with eyes so deep,
Took up the challenge, with courage to keep,
He stalked a family, by Pecos River,
Watching a maiden whose beauty was...
#death
#love
#mythology
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the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part Two
#sea
#mythology
#travel
#historical
#wisdom
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The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part One
#sea
#rebirth
#mythology
#travel
#historical
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Breakfast at McPherson's
Sat down in the booth next to uncle Dick's table
Karla comes with coffee and a hello
haven't seen you in forever
how you doing she responded with a smile one cream or two
Theron Targareon is telling me about his dragons
while uncle Dick is holding court on his side of the room
i yell over tell him he's nothing but trouble
with a smile and a wink he says that makes two
Bruce and Mclaren. Jim and Ginger some guy I recognize from school
filling up an open table and quiet corner booth
some kid from the back...
Karla comes with coffee and a hello
haven't seen you in forever
how you doing she responded with a smile one cream or two
Theron Targareon is telling me about his dragons
while uncle Dick is holding court on his side of the room
i yell over tell him he's nothing but trouble
with a smile and a wink he says that makes two
Bruce and Mclaren. Jim and Ginger some guy I recognize from school
filling up an open table and quiet corner booth
some kid from the back...
#friendship
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#luck
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once all this was magic
6/30
once all this was magic
each had a voice
and a song
magical voice
all things of note
and interest
crying out:
I have a story,
listen,
tell it,
and Gai'a was there
recording in the shorthand of song
these lyrics divine
of the plasma singing
and the primal stuffness singing
and the darkness
playing vast cellos
of emptiness
which sang song cycles of darkness
coming, going,
and...
once all this was magic
each had a voice
and a song
magical voice
all things of note
and interest
crying out:
I have a story,
listen,
tell it,
and Gai'a was there
recording in the shorthand of song
these lyrics divine
of the plasma singing
and the primal stuffness singing
and the darkness
playing vast cellos
of emptiness
which sang song cycles of darkness
coming, going,
and...
#mythology
#NaPoWriMo2024
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noir (a very short story)
she was hotter than a
highjacked snub nose
38 with it's serial numbers
scratched off and more
dangerous than a steamy
back alley and a crooked
deal gone bad on some
late August Baton Rouge
night
...but my oh my!
how she looked in
a black dress and
pearls
and how many good
men went bad for her
with just a wink of her
eye
...the graveyards ain't
snitchin'
highjacked snub nose
38 with it's serial numbers
scratched off and more
dangerous than a steamy
back alley and a crooked
deal gone bad on some
late August Baton Rouge
night
...but my oh my!
how she looked in
a black dress and
pearls
and how many good
men went bad for her
with just a wink of her
eye
...the graveyards ain't
snitchin'
#mythology
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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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Hesperian Allure!
All clear last night, yet, in the southeast
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
#mythology
#pagan
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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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