Best Artemis Poems
Earth appears serene from outer space
Showing not a trace of who hates whom,
A cloudy veil shields her face as if modesty prevails
In the cosmic beauty of nebulae and galaxies~
Five billion years from now who will remember?
NOTE; The Sun is expected to die in approximately 5 billion years. Currently, at about 4.6 billion years old, it is middle-aged and will continue to burn hydrogen for another 5 billion years before running out of fuel. It will then expand into a red giant, likely consuming inner planets before fading into a white dwarf.
A journey landing in December
Road to the Moon of wonder
Trip of four to remember
East of Eden fonder
Milestone is in the offing
Instilled dream becomes a happening
Strobe lights showing and playing
Second-scheduled mission, but first crewed...
One evening my dog and I discovered a nature enveloped trail and we went for
a walk. In the dandelion laden grass we encountered a grazing doe with two
identical looking offspring. Unexpectedly, a taller than average woman stepped
out from behind a laurel with her bow drawn and the arrow pointing in our
direction. Frozen with fright, I could not talk.
A golden arrow spiraled from her bow and whizzed by my dog and I. It felt as
though my heart jumped out of my chest and into my throat. With my heart
still racing-I turned to see her intended target. I had such a feeling of relief that
we did not die.
The arrow hit a black panther that had been silently stalking. Upon hitting the
panther, the arrow made a loud popping noise and seemed to disintegrate into
thin air. The arrow left behind a cloud of golden dust and flakes. I was reduced
to jaw-drop gawking.
The black cat shrieked, jumped, and bolted into the wooded darkness. I turned
again to look at the woman and noticed a dog at her side. Her dog had a
slender build, floppy ears, and a narrow face. The woman had long shimmering
blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attitude with a hint of starkness.
She was wearing what appeared to be ancient Greek clothing and knee-high
lace up rawhide boots. And, she was wearing a tiara made with golden leaves
and honey suckle. She had an aura of a goddess. I thought she must have
been reared in the realm of the gods with Mount Olympus being her roots.
This now gentile woman, knelt down, extended her hand, and summoned the
doe and her twins. To my amazement, they complied without hesitation. I
thought she must be a mixture of darkness and light. After all, it’s the
perfection of balance that wins.
After petting the deer, the huntress stood up, nodded in my direction, and
strolled off with her hunting dog into the fir ruled forest and disappeared out
of sight. My dog and I returned home and while doing chores later that
evening, my attention was drawn to a painting that I had of a goddess and her
dog. With wonderment upon my discovery, I grinned with delight.
At crescent moon I see Artemis smile
in eyes of blue; the laughing eyes of you.
I look at you and lose my heart awhile
as love reminds our souls we're one in two.
In you I know my dreams are coming true,
my senses lost within a flushing cheek,
the touch where lips have left a rosy hue,
my eyes have found the beauty that I seek.
And though your embrace leaves my heartbeat weak
the passion builds inside my aching soul,
and I can say the words I long to speak
to tell the world it's you who makes love whole.
O smile of Artemis, my heart disclose
my love revealed by one sweet midnight rose.
I tread a boundless earth
The vines rush to adore my feet
Mistress of the rare I am
Up above canopies cover my stead
I tempt the winds, the tide
Even the sun knows not to tame me
Endless is my spirit wild
All around,
My minions look at me with awe
Oh how great they say I could be
Radiant and free
Yet my heart stops - leaps - throbs
Of something now I cannot be
Of something still I must then be
A fire unfelt, a well unfilled
How may then? How will then?
I know not still.
But this I feel
I look at the stars tonight and see
Gleaming diamonds of dwarfish light
Away and unsure but yet
I envy them.
Up there they are nothing compared to me.
They are hundreds while I
In solitude tonight am here
To cry - far away from sight
Beneath the darkness, beneath the bright
Some wildness runs in Artemis
As silver streaks in a jet of coal-black hair
This beauty wrought to tempt a man
Is by her lesbian air a beauty wasted
Her eyes to thine reflect a dream
Where senses numb and leave the lips untasted
Ascending out of Zeus
Apollo's twin sister
Also rules many realms
Among them, wildlife, moon
An eternal virgin
A very skilled hunter
Able in shape-shifting
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I shot a bow and arrow
I didn't kill a sparrow
Hit target on first buy
righteous twas bulls-eye
I did not hunt for deer
though I kept one near
There is a misconception
concerning my reputation
For one I don't shape-shift
not a holy type of gift
No harm done to Orion
no heads of the Mayan
I am mentioned in the Bible
as revered and not tribal
I condone not being worshiped
I assist my fellow merchant
I aid those not so blessed
as well as those who guessed
I hope this clears things up
one day we'll dine and sup
she travels like a silver mirror
across the midnight sky
her lights play hid and seek
within the foggy forest pines
the rotten stumps do seem to swoon
as crickets present to her their tunes
and blackbirds worship as she passes
down behind the mountain grove
Such a divine moment,
I've lost my self control
Such a divine moment
Dwell before your holiest of alters
I'll sell my self esteem
I'll sell my soul
I'll sell my honour
Just one taste of you
So pure, and such a rare token
A dollar right in time
So scarce, and such a rare beauty
Stay frozen, still still, in the quiet of times
When I look through,
I can see you naked by the oblivious
And you don't see anyone
Just a reflection in a mirror of mistruths
Is it too hard to ask you
Sleeping beauty?
We're both drunk on egos
Truelly I could make it right if I wake you up
Come into my world
Breath
Come into my world
Breath
But I can't help but I feel a little bit curious
About your amends
So glad to see you well
But I have to see what is beneath the halo
So glad to see you well, but my friend, is nothing
What you kept behind the eyes of the spiral
What you didn't keep behind the eyes of a falling spiral
Now everyone has found out back to the sleeping beauty
There’s nothing goddess-like
about those moonbeams
silver glowing arch
not of your back
soft and inviting
but of your bow
cold and piercing
silent slayer.
There’s nothing to adore
within your face
gleaned from marble
glossed immortality
as you condemn with
opal eyes.
There’s everything wrong
with my animal lust
stag in mating season
wanting your body
more than life itself
denied by your
virginal lock.
She moved like no other two-legged creature.
The wolves kept their howls on reserve, watching.
She was stealthy, determined, made her way quickly.
Reeds and grasses whispered her name in low breaths.
It is the Goddess Diana, a cattail shared with Luna moth.
Luna moth had never seen such a beauty; she was exquisite.
Daughter of Jupiter, oak said to acorn. Acorn agreed to be stepped on.
Diana stepped around instead, careful to nurture nature’s smallest.
Mushroom fairies came out to dance in the moon light,
Feeling safe now that Artemis had arrived; Greek roots you know.
We call her Diana, elves and brownies said. Name did not matter.
She was patron saint of hunting, moon, nature and fertility,
And she was magnificent!
With a beautiful glowing face
And a red lip line
Eyes, brushed with smoky grey foam
Stands a girl, with stars all blown
Into a splendid silver gown
Turning the dust into angelic wings
Showering light all through the spring
Makes the little moon, all
Mystery to me.
I cannot curse as others can,
I remedy, not hate.
Too well I know that beast in Man
That ever forms their fate.
Didst once we think that reason made
The mortal struggle cease or fade?
So lonesome were we that we sought
To give to dust that weapon, thought?
O, happy gods, who at our ease
May tend to treasures as we please!
Nor never die from hunger’s pain
Nor scratch from others every gain.
Yet mortals, must they struggle well!
Their lesser fighters long since fell.
And if they reason, truth to tell,
‘Tis but to better kill or quell.
Ever trying, ever dying,
Well I know these reasoned beasts!
Nor can I fault their violent vying,
Though they crash through sacred feasts.
And yet I weep, as you do too,
For all that walked or grew or flew
Whose fabled lineage now is through
Through deeds these reasoned mortals do.
The thoughts of gods, the thoughts of men shall take.
So well does reason reason’s ruin make!
And if we speak of reason’s ruin,
Of deserts formed, and forests strewn,
Shall we recall our friends now gone
Whose twilight were these mortals’ dawn?
Those giants whom we rode upon,
The mammoth and the mastodon.
The giant bears, the giant sloth,
Their deaths and others wrought our wroth.
The Irish elk, the rhino furred,
The great marsupials and that bird
Of giant measure, now unheard.
So many passing, we inured
Now watch extinction without word.
How many more before we’ve stirred?
And through the coursing, swirling nights
Go they the way of trilobites.
These species fell to reason’s might:
We gave one beast too sharp a bite.
And thoughtless reason spreads its blight,
As Heaven’s light they use to fight.
So many species slip from sight!
And if these species reached their span
Then add one more, mephitic Man!
I can not hate, I understand.
And yet these mortals must be banned.
Staring, smirking, salivating men
You are the bane of my existence
How dare you defile my temple with your lustful eyes
I await the day where I get my chance
To unleash my wrath, gifted from Artemis