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.
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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Canonical Hours
So often sought in twilit skies
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
#moon
#clouds
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#pagan
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Pandora's block
Box ready, packed, on the table...
He imagined the opening
and could already feel the fireworks
in her eyes.
He looked at the clock
and decided it was too early.
He grabbed his coat and
walked out the door.
He went out to do some things...
he died after being run over!
The box remained,
ready and closed, on the table.
He imagined the opening
and could already feel the fireworks
in her eyes.
He looked at the clock
and decided it was too early.
He grabbed his coat and
walked out the door.
He went out to do some things...
he died after being run over!
The box remained,
ready and closed, on the table.
#love
#dreams
#mythology
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MY MUSE RESURRECTED ME
My heart was bound
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
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Khione
From movement and ice, you sprang
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
#winter
#mythology
#historical
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The Giggling Laugh
From a multi-colored ass to thighs that is oversized
Has never stopped a man from enjoying her psychosis ride,
“At her full potential she is a mesmerizing sight to behold
Mystical and empowered with a heart of pure dark gold,
“Her emotions change like water her orgasm flows like milk
Canvasing portions of her body making her skin feel like silk,
“Those who nurse on her full breast instantly seal their fate
Either becoming successful in life or permanent paralyzation is what await,
“Her female ejaculation is...
Has never stopped a man from enjoying her psychosis ride,
“At her full potential she is a mesmerizing sight to behold
Mystical and empowered with a heart of pure dark gold,
“Her emotions change like water her orgasm flows like milk
Canvasing portions of her body making her skin feel like silk,
“Those who nurse on her full breast instantly seal their fate
Either becoming successful in life or permanent paralyzation is what await,
“Her female ejaculation is...
#mythology
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Modern Day Viking
yea
you don't have to look defeated..
a Warrior retreated
feel depleted...
from mistakes repeated
take inventory of the soul
one day at a time
get back to grass roots of what it is
to be you
man down?...man up
there's a blessing in every lesson
in every honest confession
don't allow your faults to lessen
your greatness
manage the damage
as best you can
focus on those gifts and talents
while...
you don't have to look defeated..
a Warrior retreated
feel depleted...
from mistakes repeated
take inventory of the soul
one day at a time
get back to grass roots of what it is
to be you
man down?...man up
there's a blessing in every lesson
in every honest confession
don't allow your faults to lessen
your greatness
manage the damage
as best you can
focus on those gifts and talents
while...
#men
#inspirational
#CallToAction #mythology
#CallToAction #mythology
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faerie, as far as one can glean
in the undergrowth, beneath the
trees, mythical to some,
unimaginable to others, who state
“it remains to be seen ..”
trees, mythical to some,
unimaginable to others, who state
“it remains to be seen ..”
#mythology
#PopCulture
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In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
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Vegan Café 2nd Mayan Haiku String
Vegan Café 2nd Mayan Haiku String
clouds
in her lapis lazuli mood ring
morning fog
smoke rings
from Popocatépetl
tobacconist’ dream
pilgrims
in Quetzalcoatl’s
holy land
maiden strays
into flamingo field
pink dawn
seeped deep
in Bruja’s herbal brew
Hecate’s potion
glyphs
on charm bracelet
her book of spells
clouds
in her lapis lazuli mood ring
morning fog
smoke rings
from Popocatépetl
tobacconist’ dream
pilgrims
in Quetzalcoatl’s
holy land
maiden strays
into flamingo field
pink dawn
seeped deep
in Bruja’s herbal brew
Hecate’s potion
glyphs
on charm bracelet
her book of spells
#women
#nature
#mythology #seductive
#mythology #seductive
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Vegan Café 1st Set of Mayan Haiku
Vegan Café 1st Set of Mayan Haiku
jaguar priestess
tattooed in Mayan glyphs
basket of sunshine
bonnet
of bougainvillea petals
wreath of sun flames
earth birth
inked on her cappuccino back
Popol Vuh
elders chant
to bongo drums
earth’s heartbeat
lake texcoco
shimmers in moonlight
her sheen
roots descend
from banyan boughs
her cathedral
jaguar priestess
tattooed in Mayan glyphs
basket of sunshine
bonnet
of bougainvillea petals
wreath of sun flames
earth birth
inked on her cappuccino back
Popol Vuh
elders chant
to bongo drums
earth’s heartbeat
lake texcoco
shimmers in moonlight
her sheen
roots descend
from banyan boughs
her cathedral
#women
#nature
#music
#mythology
#culture
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The Cromlech Eyrie!
Firedrake seething sortilege
of fated doom and wild span
foreshadowing what fears allege
in the proclivities of man...
ogham scraped into stone and bone
the tongue of the creaking tree;
Draco honed...by the wizened crone,
and her north star fidelity
to the precession axis dance
Earth gyration undulation
in the Midgard serpent expanse
of planetary formation.
Look into her eyes and despair
at mortal insignificance there,
in the girasol wither glare...
of dolmen...
of fated doom and wild span
foreshadowing what fears allege
in the proclivities of man...
ogham scraped into stone and bone
the tongue of the creaking tree;
Draco honed...by the wizened crone,
and her north star fidelity
to the precession axis dance
Earth gyration undulation
in the Midgard serpent expanse
of planetary formation.
Look into her eyes and despair
at mortal insignificance there,
in the girasol wither glare...
of dolmen...
#mythology
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