Best Greek Poems
I AM A PROUD GREEK SUNDIAL
I only tell of sunny hours historically,
And go back to when I was built,
Fifty years before Christ was born,
Have been renovated and rebuilt!
My name is Tower of the Winds,
I live in Agora, Athens Greece,
I live at the summit, on top,
Tell time and season, quite an eyepiece
Lord Elgin attempted to remove me from
Greece and take me to Britain but failed,
But I the sundial perched high above,
Stand proud as Elgin’s actions were curtailed!
Entered into sundial wisdom poetry contest 12/2/2019
I knew an old woman from Greece
Whose whinging words would seldom cease
She’d constantly whine
When drunk on red wine
Her husband’s in dire need of peace!
How much cash does a Grecian earn -
such questions I tried hard to spurn
Her husband went mad
and did something bad -
she’s interred in a Grecian urn!
8/20/19
Agape, love, what a beautiful word, its origin Greek,
To me using this word is such a passionate feeling,
People too gilb with I love you, must come from the heart,
Must be a saying reflecting true courage,
Like being in church and saying your prayers,
A true inspiration to talk in Greek of Agape,
It is sacred to say ‘se agapo’ I love you in my home language,
When my husband proposed, whispering in my ear,
Se agapo Agape mou, I love you my love, healing to my soul!
The essence of Agape, marry me darling, Oh yes I will.
Entering The "Agape" contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Dated 18th 04/2021
As I lingering in the doorway
Looking upon everything that was destroyed
By the fire of circumstance
I think to myself
“My god how does one soul
survive so much for so long?
How does one find themselves in the midst
Of the chaos thrown at her to bury her soul?”
Easy you keep getting up.
Instead of the fire that is trying to destroy me
I became the fire
I no longer accepted what I use too
I am no longer the door mat
To feet that will not walk for me
I am no longer the ear that listens
To voices that speak over mine
I am no longer the rock
To people who just wanted to throw me
In the river and watch me drowned
I am no longer the compassion I have shown
To others who just hide behind selfishness
I no longer tolerate anything less
then what I deserve~JAZ~
Ashes Now Cover, Pantheon Of Ancient Greek Gods
Deep within halls of ancient, and dead Greek gods
resides heroes forgotten, waiting their just dues
As poets of old, in golden verse gave their nods
pleas for recognition now so sadly accrues.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Have we cause in forgetting heroes that once trod
across time and those famous battlefields of old
Anointed with courage, muscles hard as iron rod
warriors lost in greater tales no longer told.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Of Achilles, that Homer so famously wrote
how many students now even know of his name
As we parade about singers of little note
with falsely set illusion, their voice deserves fame.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Robert J. Lindley,
August 17th, 1999
Rhyme, ( When Much Needed Heroes Are Cast Away )
Note: Assessment on the state of Literature classes
as they are now taught in our modern high schools.
Sometimes words make me melt!
Like that anise-flavored, OUZO, the
Greek aperitif.
On hot cheese the waiter pours it.
A match is lit and the dish, of course,
lights up.
Don’t ask why, but wow, it makes my
heart melt!
Poets words can be that intoxicating.
A special few set my heart to racing,
Ouzo, as moving as great poetry!
Especially, much like Cummings most,
direct poem, such honesty!
“I Like My Body, When it is With Your
Body.”
A poem highly sensual and most loving.
A poem each poet should surely, read.
That is, if you are an adult and truth is
your thing..
And only read if you are a raving realist!
Who wants their heart to sing and have
it moonlit kissed.
10/12/2021
GREEK GREAT GRANDMA
My great grandma was Greek,
And married an alien freak,
She was renowned for her cooking,
And enjoyed people looking,
But she was the first one to peek!
Great grandma divorced the alien freak,
And married a local Greek,
They had two pairs of twins,
As their story begins,
And were caught kissing on each cheek!
reversed and reformed repost edit.
once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one-
one physical body with four legs four arms and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be.
they challenged thy who brought to life and for that they were once cursed,
cursed by zeus chained apart.
as full as they once were they were henceforth two souls.
two bodies of flesh two bodies with a pulse with veins and a heartbeat.
cursed to roam the earth in search for the other.
in search for acceptance- as to be soulfully vulnerable and naked with each-other without the air and noise they had grown to know an as a “society”
yet they walked the earth with a sparkling glowing desire.
the desire soon turned into hope.
yet even when their prayers were answered they found themselves unfulfilled. soon the power of evil came into their hearts as quickly as the love for each-other.
the greed as-well as lust the undying urge to be unholy to once go back to how they were.
fulfilled yet it seemed no matter how much they laughed and cried and yearned they would never be one.
no matter how much they yearned for the other to be sewn together once again their prayers went unanswered.
no matter how much their bodies met in a orgasmic rush they were never one.
as manic as one gets when they’re prayers are never received they soon hoped their deaths would bring them together.
that the holy feeling of death as their blood poured and spilled into the others.
the hope their blood would become one as it rushed together was nevertheless just hope.
as they bleed they soon became to realize they would never be whole again.
as they stared into the others soon to be motionless eyes they soon came to the realization this was their curse.
their souls to be tarnished unholy and unfinished.
to be chained away from each other for all of eternity, just for greed over the gods. this was forever the mortals of earths curse
Oh! those gods of ancient times who looked kindly upon this land-
and its people- it was from their hearts we toiled while they dwelt silently among us- they who witnessed the blood we shed.
Oh! how we cried out their names for liberation as they guided us to command an army - to fight for that which was ours.
See how they witnessed as the earth turned red.
Oh! how we prayed to our Mother when our bellies were empty- our backs broken, and the dead lay on the ground,
Did we not see as the Eagle soared above us while a hot sun burnt our skin.
Oh! see now how they sleep, easy and comforted by our sacrifices- our toil and
our suffering - does not the Mother herself smile upon us with affection?
Our sons gather about her safe in eternal peace.
~~~~~OPA~~~~~
This is the happiest day of my year!
At Saint Basil's Festival, in my heart.
You would see fireworks and hear the cheers.
Nothing can keep me from this Festival apart.
It's the kindness of Greeks, so sparkly of heart.
It's my home on this earth.
So though I will be not online this morning~
You , who support me, are going with me, no warning.
Of Greek pastries and food you will sup,
And even Retsina.. drink up, drink up.
Ah, the Frappes and music divine.
A few Greek circle dances, you will feel more than divine!
Love,
Panagiota
It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is
Stupid, prideful Icarus
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim
But they forget his joy
For Icarus laughed as he fell,
teeth barred to the world as they say
Maybe everyone saw him fall
But in his mind he always flying
Even as the melted wax scorched his skin
His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life
Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew
I’d call him a lucky bastard
While you’d call him a fool
And there is a possibility that I am wrong
For another fact is that he is dead
But that matters not to him
For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns
clew
a thread
unraveled
it pulls me back
away from the scene
where I had done battle
other heroes are god-touched
their fathers' powers aiding them
sore and wounded ... I retrace my steps
the heartstring of my love will pull me through
The song they sing
Will bewitch you
Promising you everything
Warming your bed to loving you
Heartbreakers for sure
Full of wickedness and sin
They are so evil
Promising love but taking a life
They were handmaidens to the
Goddess Persephone
When Haides abducted her
Given bodies of birds
Sent to search for her
got tired and made
Anthemoessa Island their home
There they sang their song
Luring sailors to their death
Orpheus helped the Argonauts sail past
By drowning out their music
with his song.
Odysseus also sailed by
Bound tightly to the mast
His men blocked their ears
Using wax, so no song was heard
For this to happen
Distressed the Seirenes so much
They threw themselves
Into the sea and drowned.
Penned 6/6/2013
Moral must be – beware of sirens with blonde curly hair that have sexy voices. lol
The rising red sun
arousing Mother Gaea
with bright red embers.
Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.
He somehow also grabbed up horses, which seems a stretch.
But this is Greek mythology, thus a teensy bit of a far-fetch.
The Romans borrowed the legend, renaming him Neptune.
They threw in some extra ideas, waxing and waning of the moon.
Atlantis was the island of Poseidon’s thoughts and his domain.
He annihilated his enemies, to his brother Zeus he was a pain.
Hades hid in the underworld, not a part of the competition.
Homeric hymn of Poseidon’s adventures was a wonderful rendition.
If you hear the horsemen coming from the storms above
Get out of the way quickly, for it is Poseidon’s love.
He takes no prisoners, still furious about the blinding of his son.
Lightning is Odysseus, his most hated foe, enemy number one.