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.
Rudy
Rudolf
The red nosed reindeer
Is trans
As ironically
Only female reindeers
Get the horn
As this time of year
The dismantlers
Of antlers
Are in a rut
After rutting
by Jemia
The red nosed reindeer
Is trans
As ironically
Only female reindeers
Get the horn
As this time of year
The dismantlers
Of antlers
Are in a rut
After rutting
by Jemia
#Christmas
#funny
#TruthOfLife #mythology
#TruthOfLife #mythology
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Presto
see the tables floating
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
#dark
#ghosts
#PowerOfWords #mythology
#PowerOfWords #mythology
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Molten Gold
shackles and chains
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
#religion
#angels
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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A Secret Word
when the world is quiet it gives back if you know the magic word
The word is whispers
On the breeze while first snows
Sprinkle once green grass,
Now the earth is white,
Leaves are like angel flakes
Adorned in ice robes,
The wind bares the word
Of the ice giant Jotun,
Speaking "wolf" to moon,
When the wolf howls
He causes access to stars,
Twinkling your wishes.
The word is whispers
On the breeze while first snows
Sprinkle once green grass,
Now the earth is white,
Leaves are like angel flakes
Adorned in ice robes,
The wind bares the word
Of the ice giant Jotun,
Speaking "wolf" to moon,
When the wolf howls
He causes access to stars,
Twinkling your wishes.
#monsters
#mythology
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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Dargos & Huldra: A frightening Norse tale of love
"How do you know my name?" He replied, turning his head to spot the silhouette by the door.
"Dargos..." She repeated. "Don't be silly; I named you."
Dargos winced as he faced the enigmatic woman who knew his birth name.
She appeared to be a farm maiden, her beauty unmatched in the outlands. Her angelic face framed with a mane of white gold, her skin radiant, as if illuminated by candlelight in the gloom of his deathtrap.
"Have you forgotten me?" She smiled.
...
"Dargos..." She repeated. "Don't be silly; I named you."
Dargos winced as he faced the enigmatic woman who knew his birth name.
She appeared to be a farm maiden, her beauty unmatched in the outlands. Her angelic face framed with a mane of white gold, her skin radiant, as if illuminated by candlelight in the gloom of his deathtrap.
"Have you forgotten me?" She smiled.
...
#love
#dark
#mythology
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Dazzling radiance
INSIDE ROARE (tech)
Dazzling radiance
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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At the top of the glacier, where the snow blindness is already changing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Fata Morgana can't surprise you, things change.
Not even high-frequency wailing can destroy you.
In the eyes that you don't really have anymore.
A mute force strikes.
You can't defend yourself, you go to your knees.
The beam shines in your face, you have no choice.
You pass through the...
Dazzling radiance
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
uuuuuu
At the top of the glacier, where the snow blindness is already changing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Fata Morgana can't surprise you, things change.
Not even high-frequency wailing can destroy you.
In the eyes that you don't really have anymore.
A mute force strikes.
You can't defend yourself, you go to your knees.
The beam shines in your face, you have no choice.
You pass through the...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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Athena!
The moon and huntress are a team
and woe to he who heeds them not
in all facets of his manly thought
or in every fever pitch dream
where the lady of the hour
demonstrates all but she are stupid,
and even dominates Cupid
with all of her nocturnal power!
She! Enchantress unparalleled,
who flirts with Jove himself at times
when his meridian sublimes
and thereby is no longer withheld
from the glory of her pale sphere...
and game safe far...or fatefully near!
and woe to he who heeds them not
in all facets of his manly thought
or in every fever pitch dream
where the lady of the hour
demonstrates all but she are stupid,
and even dominates Cupid
with all of her nocturnal power!
She! Enchantress unparalleled,
who flirts with Jove himself at times
when his meridian sublimes
and thereby is no longer withheld
from the glory of her pale sphere...
and game safe far...or fatefully near!
#love
#moon
#night
#mythology
#pagan
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Icarus
You are consumed by the light.
When you look to the sky
You see God.
I see risk.
Who are you to be so transfixed
By the sun? Your eyes burn and
Weep but your stare never waivers.
I am safe, I am caring.
The sun holds hatred in its
Glare. Why not me?
You grasp your creation gently,
Preparing for flight. You believe
In yourself and your ability.
I don’t believe in you. I
Think you are not ready.
My words don’t matter to you,
You no longer speak my
Language.
You...
When you look to the sky
You see God.
I see risk.
Who are you to be so transfixed
By the sun? Your eyes burn and
Weep but your stare never waivers.
I am safe, I am caring.
The sun holds hatred in its
Glare. Why not me?
You grasp your creation gently,
Preparing for flight. You believe
In yourself and your ability.
I don’t believe in you. I
Think you are not ready.
My words don’t matter to you,
You no longer speak my
Language.
You...
#mythology
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Winged Things
Fair dragon lace-winged things
Alight upon lillied springs,
Infared be their visions
Redolent, balmy as nights passions;
Yellowing eyes crystalline glowing
Lifted to indigo skies, returning
Amidst clouds hovering round the moon,
Nescient of other-kinds commune
Dwellings, whereby wakened, not stirring.
Alight upon lillied springs,
Infared be their visions
Redolent, balmy as nights passions;
Yellowing eyes crystalline glowing
Lifted to indigo skies, returning
Amidst clouds hovering round the moon,
Nescient of other-kinds commune
Dwellings, whereby wakened, not stirring.
#fairies
#mythology
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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Styx's Ripples
Deep underground
Where the bodies are buried
Fall asleep to the sound
Rhythmic, rowing the ferry
Souls being carried
From where they were found
Frightened and wary
Quick glances around
What’s next may be scary
Their ghosts may be drowned
Stay composed, but just barely
Try not to look down
Anxiety heightens, tensions tightly wound
Where angels tread nary
Fears spoken aloud
Matters not if you’re very
Obscure or renowned
Ferryman ignores queries
To fate we are bound ...
Where the bodies are buried
Fall asleep to the sound
Rhythmic, rowing the ferry
Souls being carried
From where they were found
Frightened and wary
Quick glances around
What’s next may be scary
Their ghosts may be drowned
Stay composed, but just barely
Try not to look down
Anxiety heightens, tensions tightly wound
Where angels tread nary
Fears spoken aloud
Matters not if you’re very
Obscure or renowned
Ferryman ignores queries
To fate we are bound ...
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#scary
#mythology
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Ode to Belzébuth
On the altar as a sacrifice
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
#mythology
#sacrifice
#tradition
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The 8th Dimension Gods (Mugwort Incense)
Eclipsing the feeling of a pulsating heart is a beautifully lassoed
Heart in midnight oasis bathes in its dew to fortified its console
Craves to blend, as we perfectly mend
Under red satin covers
Feel the fire of pure lust, my sweet and silken abyss in the twilight slumber he tenderly smothers
In the darkness he calls me upon my ancient Arabic name
He is known in Hebrew and in African dialects as, Sedah, I am his most powerful highest dame
My soft enervation for him in past realms known beyond the...
Heart in midnight oasis bathes in its dew to fortified its console
Craves to blend, as we perfectly mend
Under red satin covers
Feel the fire of pure lust, my sweet and silken abyss in the twilight slumber he tenderly smothers
In the darkness he calls me upon my ancient Arabic name
He is known in Hebrew and in African dialects as, Sedah, I am his most powerful highest dame
My soft enervation for him in past realms known beyond the...
#dark
#mythology
#sensual
#passion
#water
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