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.
Oedipus at Thebes
I stand here on Boeotia’s barren plain,
I’m facing Pirkinon,
the sun unshielded falls in searing sheets
and radiates sharp torments from the ground.
But I, like Cytheraon now at my back,
am rooted to this desecrated bone strewn spot,
I’m moved to be unmovable
until I have defeated her, bright Hera’s spawn,
and purged this bane from Cadmus Land.
I will remain, sweat rilled, salt stung,
mouth dried, but facing it, grey grim,
this she beast with the fouling breath,
the moulting wings and child’s voice,
that sits toss...
I’m facing Pirkinon,
the sun unshielded falls in searing sheets
and radiates sharp torments from the ground.
But I, like Cytheraon now at my back,
am rooted to this desecrated bone strewn spot,
I’m moved to be unmovable
until I have defeated her, bright Hera’s spawn,
and purged this bane from Cadmus Land.
I will remain, sweat rilled, salt stung,
mouth dried, but facing it, grey grim,
this she beast with the fouling breath,
the moulting wings and child’s voice,
that sits toss...
#mythology
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There aren't thoughts.
We speak they spew.
And some Shadow
Yes of COURSE.
Ps: with regards.
And some Shadow
Yes of COURSE.
Ps: with regards.
#mythology
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The Thousand Rooms of Her Soul
The Thousand Rooms of Her Soul
Eden grows on Eve’s foothills where ambient sunshine beams down on ancient tea rooms in the sky. You browse the library of the Milky Way whose books are stars with gold leaf pages that have not lost their luster sealed in Alhambra centuries of Maimonides who is your Sephardic Sufi. I watch you in the court of Alfonso the X where you are a female troubadour lost to the mists of time.
You introduce yourself as Comtessa. The tongues you speak come from another rapture whose muse gives you the songs you write that make the green fruit...
Eden grows on Eve’s foothills where ambient sunshine beams down on ancient tea rooms in the sky. You browse the library of the Milky Way whose books are stars with gold leaf pages that have not lost their luster sealed in Alhambra centuries of Maimonides who is your Sephardic Sufi. I watch you in the court of Alfonso the X where you are a female troubadour lost to the mists of time.
You introduce yourself as Comtessa. The tongues you speak come from another rapture whose muse gives you the songs you write that make the green fruit...
#erotic
#music
#mythology
#historical
#sensual
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Python Coding
In ancient Greece there was an oracle,
World famous as the most viable -
Source of information of the inevitable,
For supplicants on the grounds, unstable.
A temple was erected to the god Apollo,
At the location where the processions would go
To consult the High Priestess, Pythia,
Clad in a serpent that today invades Florida.
It was said that she would hiss the words,
In sibilant hexameters that were preserved by scribes,
And later interpreted by the knowing lords,
To open eyed recipients, at the end of long rides.
...
World famous as the most viable -
Source of information of the inevitable,
For supplicants on the grounds, unstable.
A temple was erected to the god Apollo,
At the location where the processions would go
To consult the High Priestess, Pythia,
Clad in a serpent that today invades Florida.
It was said that she would hiss the words,
In sibilant hexameters that were preserved by scribes,
And later interpreted by the knowing lords,
To open eyed recipients, at the end of long rides.
...
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
#tradition
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Teonanacatl
The structures were meant
to interact
with celestial things –
structured exact
To capture the shadows of movement
Inaccessible
By means of a perfect placement
of rocks stones & cement
Adjacent
To places that would permit
a ceremony to transmit
the human spirit
into the world of the spirit
In a stargate entrance/exit
As the madmen of the priest class
opened up a gaping gash
in their flesh
As they did ingest
the flesh
of the gods…
fresh ...
to interact
with celestial things –
structured exact
To capture the shadows of movement
Inaccessible
By means of a perfect placement
of rocks stones & cement
Adjacent
To places that would permit
a ceremony to transmit
the human spirit
into the world of the spirit
In a stargate entrance/exit
As the madmen of the priest class
opened up a gaping gash
in their flesh
As they did ingest
the flesh
of the gods…
fresh ...
#nature
#spiritual
#drugs
#mythology
#magic
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alien god
The alien god…
like a spontaneous manifestation
of sudden knowledge
& awareness
formulated like fear
painted upon
a manufactured milieu
as though
color
was something…
other
and…
we looked at one another
in
diffusion
ever after
like a spontaneous manifestation
of sudden knowledge
& awareness
formulated like fear
painted upon
a manufactured milieu
as though
color
was something…
other
and…
we looked at one another
in
diffusion
ever after
#religion
#spiritual
#mythology
#philosophical
#tradition
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SLAVE TO THE SIREN SONG
Through raging storms or starlit skies
Seasonal waves crash against my hull
Heard the beauty of the last home
I’ve inked poetry with blood soaked dye
Upon the skin on my sun bleached skull
I am slave to the siren song
WHEN THE BELL TOLLS
THE TREE OF WOE
FROM MOON TO SUN
OF WHAT THEY SUNG
Through the nebula haunted cold night
Departed by peers deceased and null
Holding the remnants of their bones
I am deaf to the wailing of wights
Intoxicated by their honeyed cull
I am slave to the siren song
Seasonal waves crash against my hull
Heard the beauty of the last home
I’ve inked poetry with blood soaked dye
Upon the skin on my sun bleached skull
I am slave to the siren song
WHEN THE BELL TOLLS
THE TREE OF WOE
FROM MOON TO SUN
OF WHAT THEY SUNG
Through the nebula haunted cold night
Departed by peers deceased and null
Holding the remnants of their bones
I am deaf to the wailing of wights
Intoxicated by their honeyed cull
I am slave to the siren song
#dark
#mythology
#curse
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a tomato video
A tomato Video
Conversation with an omelette you can, if it is filled with tomatoes.
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information
gives it to us when we eat one. After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about
things the makes no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully absent, and blend
into the dark...
Conversation with an omelette you can, if it is filled with tomatoes.
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information
gives it to us when we eat one. After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about
things the makes no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully absent, and blend
into the dark...
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#dystopian
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wonderland
Wonderland
Dreams have always been vital they are the wing
I fly to a consciousness of old truth.
Now I do not dream much but when I do
I visit places I have been before in earlier dreams.
Meeting people say hello we have not seen for a long time.
The landscape is thorny and cannot be shared by those
who are ignorant of hidden tracks?
It is strange to see familiar faces of those of old dreams
they remember I was a cobbler who worked for free.
My phone does not ring it has s modern chant.
While is asked I by the lake when I'm moving...
Dreams have always been vital they are the wing
I fly to a consciousness of old truth.
Now I do not dream much but when I do
I visit places I have been before in earlier dreams.
Meeting people say hello we have not seen for a long time.
The landscape is thorny and cannot be shared by those
who are ignorant of hidden tracks?
It is strange to see familiar faces of those of old dreams
they remember I was a cobbler who worked for free.
My phone does not ring it has s modern chant.
While is asked I by the lake when I'm moving...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
#scifi
#curse
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The Eklastic Field
Thy skies are getting brighter
Thy wind is getting warmer
Movest Thee forward
Thou Thunder Stormer
Where is Thy Hell
That Thou used to raise?
Soaring low Soaring low
Without any praise
Why doest Thou cry?
Hast not Thou another?
No woman No child
Not even a mother
Thy days are so long
Thy weeks are so sure
No poem or No song
Could give Thee Thy cure
Only the touch of one
Tender and Sweet
Could restore Thy might
And makest sure Thy feet
What will it take to restore Thy might?
And who shall...
Thy wind is getting warmer
Movest Thee forward
Thou Thunder Stormer
Where is Thy Hell
That Thou used to raise?
Soaring low Soaring low
Without any praise
Why doest Thou cry?
Hast not Thou another?
No woman No child
Not even a mother
Thy days are so long
Thy weeks are so sure
No poem or No song
Could give Thee Thy cure
Only the touch of one
Tender and Sweet
Could restore Thy might
And makest sure Thy feet
What will it take to restore Thy might?
And who shall...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#dystopian
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He will not rise again
Winter, 1170
Boys descended London hills
on skates made of shinbones. The lee
was thronged with boats depositing,
and merchants undertaking
what business was left, by chills
temporal sweeping through Time’s alleyways.
The Mays and Aprils not yet come to greet
his holiness, the Archbishop,
since his return from France
some twenty and four days ago,
the low-born clerk was harrowed from his prayers
by four knights of the royal arms.
Swords were drawn and Thomas Becket’s blood
and brains...
Boys descended London hills
on skates made of shinbones. The lee
was thronged with boats depositing,
and merchants undertaking
what business was left, by chills
temporal sweeping through Time’s alleyways.
The Mays and Aprils not yet come to greet
his holiness, the Archbishop,
since his return from France
some twenty and four days ago,
the low-born clerk was harrowed from his prayers
by four knights of the royal arms.
Swords were drawn and Thomas Becket’s blood
and brains...
#religion
#faith
#rebirth
#mythology
#philosophical
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Black wHole Son… An ode to Eden and Sound Garden
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#nightmares
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DU Poetry : Mythology Poems