Ancient Poems - Poems about Ancient

Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits, A thread of light dances in the darkness, guiding lost steps, In the depths of silence, where dreams merge with memories, A river of thoughts flows, carrying echoes of time and desires. A solitary traveler through the vast cosmos, lost in the sea of stars, I seek a hidden...

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I sing the God Almighty’s Creation Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve former seed of any human Nation at the time they could only conceive the joyfulness with no desperation In the Eden still so far to receive The challenge of that infernal snake Who wanted to be a godlike fake! I also sing about the brave men strays, Straight descendents from...

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For Sir Brian Strand's 1397 Poetry Contest 18 July 2025 green scales on water __ __ ...

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Give me one last night of silence in the cosmic temple of ancient memory, Where shadows dance with light in circles of fire and hidden divine grace, To touch with trembling fingers the stars from the cup of the thirsty soul, To drink from the black wine of eternity, from chalices filled with moon's blood. Give me one last...

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Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell, Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path, Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows, In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet. Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night, A path to infinity, where spirits...

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There is something so sad about fireworks. They're so flashy, pretty, and exciting, but as they fade it makes you feel sort of lonely. Afterall, they're nothing more than a semi-permanent spark intended to entertain for a semi-permanent moment. The people that come into our lives are a lot like the fireworks: flashy, pretty, exciting. Then we...

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Social Divide Same age, same era, same time Meeting of spiritual and intellectual Meeting of ancient antic and new The ancient principles are forever principles Created by and given by God to humanity To you, to them, to us. The Living Plan of Life This was the beginning. The original, authentic People lived normally in nature. Family, kids Grandparents, parents, and the new generation...

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Many paths lead away from home but only one leads back as the years sit salted upon the rack you find the path home has narrowed and turned from gates of iridescence to mirrors opaque and black- you arrive with exhaustion on your boots a feast of favorites on a favorite plate go upstairs to your yellow crib have those unreachable dreams again\ things...

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I felt the earth moving under my roots. Very same feeling deep down as it was - five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain started murmuring and belching before. It turned its anger on all of us spewing a fire river of scorching lava burning the brush to ash, darkening all living things it touched in its flow. They call me "Methuselah The...

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Pharaoh Akhenaten liked his potbelly to show He told the artists to draw him Rubenesque without woe An Egyptian monarch with confidence back in the day So, the skilled artesian painted Akhenaten exactly that way....

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The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella encourages us to: gather 'round. His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech. What catches my wandering eye is that one of those ruined effigies is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king...

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Under the sky like an ancient parchment, etched with falling stars, I told her I would be the shadow of the tree under which dreams rest, I said I would be the place where tears turn into butterflies, That I would be the silence that embraces the echo of extinguished pains. But when she came, carrying a universe of...

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