Best Aegean Sea Poems
There once were mermaids hailing from Crete
The Aegean Sea they'd rule so sweet
They'd enchant with their chant
Dull the rant when heard 'can't'
For them not a match was Hercules' fleet
The sea'd get wild and tumultuous
The men unruly rambunctious
With strength superhuman
Hercules 'gainst omen
Down went the men less than virtuous
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
*P - Pegasus
O - Other horses
Pegasus,
the winged horse
Olympus
flew off course
Stallion
horse that's male
land in
a grassy dale
horses
came up to him
sources
to say his name
P - Pegasus.
forwards a pony
addresses
O - Sounds Greek to me.
P - It should be,
P - I am from Greece,
P - by the Aegean Sea.
now all at peace.
P - But before I go home,
P - I go to La La Land,
P - then on to Rome.
O - That land is a dreamland,
O - but wait, you no go back,
O - you go to that place?
P - All roads lead home, no offtrack.
O - But, La La, Dream, it's out in space.
P - It's okay, I got wings.
O - Okay, take the second star to the right, ...
P - No attached strings?
O - No you'll be alright.
O - And then, straight on till morning ...
Aylan's little body, has been drowned
His soul in heavens, bitter was found
As humanity for certain, feels no shame
For noone is ready, to take the blame.*
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 September 2015
* Tribute to the little Kurdish boy (3 year old) that was drowned in the Aegean sea, along with his mother (27) and older brother (5) during his family's effort to reach Greece.
I left my heart in Thessaloniki;
I left my love by the Aegean Sea.
What in the world,
what in the world,
is happenin' to me?
the sun going down
over the aegean sea ~
golden reflection
Written 23rd of September 2020.
Sophisticated city full of blitzkrieg, I am just a visitor interested in your history.
To travel so far, I must enjoy the sights I see.
Riding via the scenic view to capture some photography,
Easy to relax and just be me.
Elfie and excited, I am pulsated by such beauty.
Living just for the moments of captivity, I send a shout out.
Ialysus is a place to drive.
Got the streetlights in my eyes, relishing the peace inside.
Heights I never figure I would reach.
This came from living right, I guess.
Shimmering sparkles of cava I will drink at my penthouse that sits in view of the
Aegean Sea.
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VERLENA S. WALKER
Scrambled Letters: T A R N D A I
FOR FIND THE PUZZLE Contest!
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 29, 2014!
Eyes like the Aegean Sea,
Burn with a passion for life.
Like underwater volcanoes that erupt and make the sea rage.
Poseidon striking the sea floor.
With the intensity for experience,
Like the fire that smolders deep within your essence;
As if Hephaestus, God of Fire placed this potency within your heart.
Raven tresses frame the noble gentleman
Traveling along his journey like a silent Spartan: King Leonidas.
With Themis and Dike protecting him in battle; guiding his sword and shield.
Appointing him to be the leader of justice for mankind.
Like the regal Lion that sits upon his golden throne high in the Heavens for all to
see. Forever etched in the memories of men: so are you--endless;
Sitting with Hercules on Mount Olympus.
Celestial orbs safeguard the one whose utterances are as vast as the
mountainous landscape.
And whose songs are as boundless as the sea itself.
Searching for the Meaning of Life
A poem about the vanity of material things
inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
As I leave the walls of my home
Escaping the confines of my abode
I search for life’s meaning outside
On the banks of the Aegean sea-side
And as I travel across life’s vanity
Along the pathways of futility
Every element points to the sky
Guiding me to find your divine way
Finally, I find You, Oh! Supreme Lord
Not in the pieces of ancient Greek gold
Not in the deep gold mines of Macedonia
Not in the hills of ever-green Caledonia
Calling Your name is the sweetest word
Pacifying the turbulence in my world
Calming the wildest streams of my mind
Guiding my irate soul to quietly unwind
Always taking into deep consideration the following wise sayings:
1. By Sappho: ‘Wealth without virtue is a damaging companion’.
2. By Isocrates: ‘Wealth is the servant of bad things rather than good things’
3. By Menander: ‘Money loving is the mother of every bad thing’.
you sing from memory
whispering secrets to the thousand islands at my feet
and row to the shipwrecked shores of Ithaca
i hear rustling of dry wind
smell the damp sun-kissed cattails after last night's storm
and see the land my ancestors slaved over
barren and fruitless as my womb
i call to ghosts
where are you?
you claim to know winter
so you climb Mount Olympus in February and learn to hate frostbites
and when stars dance you sympathize their songs
but really now
what are they saying?
seasons change with the moon
and i slowly caress your silhouette with clumsy fingers
suckling the yellow from aging honeysuckles
i wash the nostalgic Aegean Sea
spilling blue over a drowning sunset and painting beautiful Asteria
with bold breathless hands anxious to touch
but the water is cold
and i shiver
stay a little longer
Genetics and freaky things.
Reptilians and hybrid humans’ DNA.
A demonic blending of the past and the future present.
I say “future present” because it is here now and it is here to stay.
Forever.
Forever until Armageddon when the LORD’S ARMY kicks satan’s ugly minons to the pits of hell.
Critics.
Skeptics.
They scan over all of the prophesies.
Name calling and counter bidding.
They say it’s all a big hoax.
“You’re just a bunch of conspiracy theorists,” they argue.
A word made up for their own excuses at the end of time.
A label created ahead of time to placate the masses while they lure us to drink their lemonade.
Welcome to their little paradise of freak shows.
Freak shows and masquerades and sipping on the blood of innocence.
There is no end in sight in their blood-thirsty brains.
They sip on their expensive champagne while the poverty gap broadens more than the Aegean Sea.
John wrote of this at Patmos.
He saw the dragon and he saw the beasts.
This is the situation that we are finding ourselves in at this late hour.
The COMING OF THE KING!
Repent and Prepare for the Messiah, Jesus Christ!
Live holy in order to escape all of these demonic freak shows to ensnare our souls and drag us to hell with them.
Reptilians.
Reptilians mixed with human DNA.
The Second Coming of Jesus Christ!
Over three thousand-five hundred years ago
There was a story that was always told
How a man fought wars and defeated foes
And traveled for twenty years. How strong, how bold?
Many miles that hero went
Going to Troy and the Aegean Sea
Sleeping in hulls of ships and war tents
Fighting by Achilles. How scared were thee?
He tested the gods like Apollo and Poseidon
He only wanted a voyage home again
But the sun-god’s heat, the sea-god’s triton
Made it hard for him. How to win?
He built a mighty Trojan Horse
And put thick wax on his ears
The journey was long and coarse
It cost many friends. How many tears?
He returned home with happiness hidden
Only recognized by man’s best friend
And his wife blocked suitors and had them forbidden
He returned to his wife. How did it end?
The greatest of all the trees
if pressed would be the olive tree.
Surely, created by mother nature.
At a place where the Aegean Sea,
stretches out to meet the land of Crete.
Nature has bestowed upon her a majestic tree
with a warm climate with rich fertile lands.
And crowned her with the sun.
And bathed her with the sea,
Nurturing the soul of the olive tree.
A wonderful gift to mankind and yet,
It was puzzling to his mind but over time,
He discovered the worth of the olive tree.
if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a day
no longer stretched itself,
yawning like a wound -
if anyone were to ask
when was the moment
that gave beat to the measure;
what drove
the cloud from the lining;
which dog ate the marrow,
warm and quivering, from
the heart of the bone;
how gracefully the slumbering giant
rolled away from the dew
of morning -
if anyone were to ask
what changed it all
my response would be
it happened as he
listened to the unspoken;
honored an unshed tear;
gave loft to the gauze
of an airless dream;
held an empty hand until
it grasped everything -
if anyone were to ask
I’d have to say
these things became
fluid
as effortlessly
and unremarked
as the wink of an eye
that is
the color of the Aegean Sea
Deep in the ocean,
where the sun
doesn’t reach
and the galleys
of Salamis sleep,
the fish-moons
pass
on tip-toe.
In yellow
the time is shining,
forged
to the oars
of once passed
foam
in flags
dreamers of eternity.
But it happens to me
(at unsaid hour)
in the moon garden
of the sea
to meet the chained ones.
*Salamis - an island in Aegean Sea by which in October, 480 BC the Greek Navy defeats the Persian one and turns the course of action of the Second Greco-Persian War in favor of Greec
Petermännchen handed me over his bunch of key
Hugged me and sent me to the east Aegean sea
There I found a bold golden bull
He was chewing Apollo's tool
He swooshed open his drool I forgot how to pee