Mythology Poems | Examples of Mythology Poetry

I rose from flames that kissed my wings, A timeless dance where rebirth sings. Ash and ember, my cradle, my shroud, I burn anew, fierce and proud. I watched them gaze, their fragile eyes, Afraid of death, of fate’s disguise. Yet I am death and life entwined, A creature forged beyond the blind. The fire does not scorch it shapes, it molds, It claims...

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I'm trapped in this cave Enslaved by a legion of chains Your puppets jeer and taunt Painting the wall as droplets fall The cobra dance in the flame Scarlet and velvet choke the air Till a heartbeat broke in the lair Creeping echoes from the deep Stir my memories from their sleep Your eyes hollowed Your heart borrowed You .... whore, let it ..... rain! Volcanic...

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He's closed the blinds. His twilight dawns. A midday reverie. Within his mind, a vision spawns, awash in mystery. * A levee bursts, torrents crash free— a castle from a dream. Atop his throne, court bent on knee, all hail: "Long live the King!" * Then suddenly, the hall doors boom. "A beast! A beast has come!" As herald wails, and dread consumes: "The end! The...

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Humming in hemlock heartbeats ~ along the shorelines which once swallowed the sun in their searing shadows ~ I see those smoking seawaves swirling upon my skin, as the silhouettes of damask dahlia damsels drizzle and dance in the tornadoes of tangerine tulips ~ tiptoeing and twirling me with the tormenting tides of papercut solstices, and plucking the songs of those diabolical dusks, petal by...

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Is Echo anything beyond a voice? Narcissus is a very handsome man. Is love an obligation, or a choice? It hasn’t varied since the world began. Narcissus is a very handsome man. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows: it hasn’t varied since the world began. To love an egotist engenders woes. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows he is his...

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Let the brief time be cast away, Let the movable thread be loosely handled, Let the shadow be cast on you, Let the water flow over the distant edges. But when you know you’ll never get the wanderer back, Even as you cast him off, When you tally the drifters, They’re all misplaced and undone. The Moirai will let him go, Because, you know, You...

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Veil of midnight, shroud of ache, A hollow heart begins to wake, Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled, Craving life within this world. A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst, The agony—a wicked curse, Flesh untouched but essence bled, Hungering for what is shed. Through trembling dark and...

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A regal fairy queen rides by upon a puff of air, her silky garment billowing in wisps of soft blown flair. Beneath bright beams of golden sun she rides through meadows green upon a tiny unicorn, but so seldom are they seen! Her light-colored horse is elegant, a beauty such as she. Exquisite in its form and grace as all magic things should be. A lovely metamorphosis beguiles...

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Juno has dropped her Jupe for Janus— Moves unforeseen by Nostradamus. Jupiter's lightning rage Rattled Juno's last cage, But Janus is twice as dangerous....

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Just ‘jealous’ doesn’t do her justice, since unless you factor-in her womanhood, no vestige of the passion in her blood or motivation comes across: her prince conceived real circumspection. He’d convince alumni, friends and allies that they should placate her: Juno wasn’t wholly good, in Miller’s words, a phrase which wins the quince, the prize for sweetness, but wholly herself. Our modern model argues...

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Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Damn, my reflection enthralls them all. No Medusa's gaze, no serpent's hiss, My presence alone, sheer, potent bliss. No need for coils or stony stare, My impact's etched in the very air. A kiss of stone? How quaint, how mild, My very being drives mortals wild. I am fly, a dazzling dream,...

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She came in silence where the cedars sway, A lunar hush beneath the argent trees. The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say— Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze. Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight, The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far. Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write, Each step a hymn beneath...

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In the moonlight she held the amber planet There were crackles but it held hope and love Nothing was broken, it was a seasoned sage A world where moonlight was welcomed Kindness was honored and love was revered The goddess held steady, balancing this world Grateful to be of service...

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Weekend's sweet reprieve unfolds in Lagos's vibrant streets, alive with rhythm and laughter, I stroll down alleys, searching for a place to rest my weary soul A lounge beckons, warm and bright pepper soup's spicy aroma wafts I sit, and soft drinks soothe my throat three ladies join me, their smiles bright dancing queens, they throw me off scale their laughter infectious, joyful Music's melodic whispers...

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