Poems About Mythology by Top Critiquers
#mythology
Long Ago
The dark castle in the deep forest
A princess is resurrected
During the second birth
The last battle of possession
Cosmic keys to the creation of earth.
A princess is resurrected
During the second birth
The last battle of possession
Cosmic keys to the creation of earth.
#forest
#mythology
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water
a sweet sister in sin has emerged from the shadows
to tell me some secrets to make me wise
she will not be so careless as to tell me her name
she is here to bring my soul some rest
I've always told the powers that be to masquerade when they come
and veil their minds to protect our thoughts and identity
once I'm sure we have a private wavelength
I tell her to send the information it will go straight to my mind
there are so many levels in the mind
all the knowledge she sent is high-clearance access
she says the word among the powers...
to tell me some secrets to make me wise
she will not be so careless as to tell me her name
she is here to bring my soul some rest
I've always told the powers that be to masquerade when they come
and veil their minds to protect our thoughts and identity
once I'm sure we have a private wavelength
I tell her to send the information it will go straight to my mind
there are so many levels in the mind
all the knowledge she sent is high-clearance access
she says the word among the powers...
#dark
#heartbroken
#mythology #spiritual
#mythology #spiritual
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Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
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myth of the myth
do you think the Phoenix
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
#admiration
#mythology
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
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EROTIC CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN DAPHNE AND APOLLO
Wrote Daphne to Apollo:
'Your pearl stream I could swallow,
in exchange my elixir
I offer to your lick, sir.'
Wrote Apollo to Daphne:
'Then haste to kneel before me,
I'll allow Divine pleasure
unlock to you my treasure.'
'For princely orbs and sceptre
your lips make good receptor.
It would be like a blessing
to have your tongue's caressing.'
'The finest ambrosia
I'm sure could not come near
the taste of divine honey
that would run from your cunni.'
Wrote Daphne, ever...
'Your pearl stream I could swallow,
in exchange my elixir
I offer to your lick, sir.'
Wrote Apollo to Daphne:
'Then haste to kneel before me,
I'll allow Divine pleasure
unlock to you my treasure.'
'For princely orbs and sceptre
your lips make good receptor.
It would be like a blessing
to have your tongue's caressing.'
'The finest ambrosia
I'm sure could not come near
the taste of divine honey
that would run from your cunni.'
Wrote Daphne, ever...
#erotic
#rhyming
#mythology
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ENTITY OF THOUGHTS
From the deepness of my thoughts, I think about the different stages of my travels of where. I've been and where I am going to make a decision that, will make the differences in my own life. For sure I must get in touch with, the truth of my deepness of my own thoughts, and insight and in the contents of my spiritual soul. For in order to remain positive and focus, on what has now became more of my life mission. TO continue to stand and fight. But as this entity touches me deeply, as I get in touch with the very closeness, of the truth of what is deepness of this environment. THAT is my...
#faith
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Meditrinalia
#lover
#magic
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
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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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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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I fell into sin
Eiffel
high and mighty
Like Mars
Among the stars
A ground of war and produce
Always against
The tribes afar
A valley full of people
Protect the common faith
A monument of dictatorship
Of captives in a cage
A Universelle Exposition
To crush the German truth
Exposing Gods testimony
The evil forbidden fruit
A God who's messengers are deaf
A God who's followers are blind
They will be ashamed
When they get left behind
I fell from a tower
And birthed into sin ...
high and mighty
Like Mars
Among the stars
A ground of war and produce
Always against
The tribes afar
A valley full of people
Protect the common faith
A monument of dictatorship
Of captives in a cage
A Universelle Exposition
To crush the German truth
Exposing Gods testimony
The evil forbidden fruit
A God who's messengers are deaf
A God who's followers are blind
They will be ashamed
When they get left behind
I fell from a tower
And birthed into sin ...
#mythology
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Arachne
In the silence of the ancient grove,
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
#jealousy
#mythology
#nature
#spiritual
#wisdom
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A Thousand Years From Forever IV
A Queen In Exile
Scotland
1700
My Ladies-In-Waiting, I would like to know why I am having such illicit thoughts of a faceless man, who invades my slumbered dream
I am lost in this majestic fortress a floating oasis of desired streams
His voice beckons me though a fog of forgotten time
A kaleidoscope I cannot place, the windmills of his heart were mine
How could that be, this is impossible, my Sire, went down in battle, his voice remains in rest, at best
Unto my monarch the softness of my skin is shrouded in hart upon darkness’ reason ...
Scotland
1700
My Ladies-In-Waiting, I would like to know why I am having such illicit thoughts of a faceless man, who invades my slumbered dream
I am lost in this majestic fortress a floating oasis of desired streams
His voice beckons me though a fog of forgotten time
A kaleidoscope I cannot place, the windmills of his heart were mine
How could that be, this is impossible, my Sire, went down in battle, his voice remains in rest, at best
Unto my monarch the softness of my skin is shrouded in hart upon darkness’ reason ...
#mythology
#water
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