Best Greek Mythology Poems


two bodies one soul

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

A Fool’s Flight

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

Premium Member Ode To Poseidon

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.


Theseus of Greek Mythology

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

Seirenes - Sea Nymphs - Greek Mythology Contest

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

Sun's Reprisal

The rising red sun
arousing Mother Gaea 
with bright red embers.


Icarus

Wings, gifted to him.
Tools of freedom and one’s end.
Follow instructions.
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Cereberus

Dread dog
Shadowy flame of death
Guardian,protector of the ancient doors
Where in lies the underworlds breath
So beware the craggy shores of hell
Where sleeps the hound of Hades

Premium Member Hercules

Hercules
Hero mortal of Greek Mythology
Hera his mother jealous of him 
Had left him in the woods to expire
Hidden and fed from Minerva’s nipple
He is imbued with strength
Hence “The Strongest of all Gods”
His twelve labors a penance fulfilled
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Icarus and the Sun

Every day and night
I sit within my tower.
The sun scorching with all its might
Waiting to melt me and drag me lower.

The dream to escape my confinement
Avoiding the Sun’s wrath to make me trip.
I still have to fulfil the requirements
To break free of the haters’ grip.
© Joan Lee  Create an image from this poem.

Echo

embalmed in the roots
                                  beneath the methuselah
                                    muffled her still cry




20\8\19
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Premium Member Erato

Erato

Each of the nine Muses
Endeavor to inspire.
Erato, lyre in hand,
Engages with men's minds,
Elegantly with words ...
Each phoneme, each pattern
Encourages lyrics.

Premium Member Thanatos Cold Embrace Of Death

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Everyone grieves in their own way ~ time will only tell if healing comes,   *           for some, deaths blanket; unbearable and Thanatos is nearby —poetess
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Despair? so be it. *
If else, is there? how does one bear   *
the cold loss, dooming despair
sadness deepens * when            *
first breath taken, Reaped, listlessness creeps *
Lethargic fate what does it rate on a splinting scale? 
Repress with a paralyzing scalpel  *
severing deaths pathway to a pining lobe 
Incase powerless, * with a lack, 
while lactating breasts bleed tears
Depress with Thanatos’s betrayal         *
As nipples * drip with nourishment in a holy grail *
wetted reminders that youth itself hold no leniency 
The warm blanket of death betrays
a death wish, ineffectual this death drive strays
a young mother’s dreams vanish *
in thin air, * one too frail, grows pail
numbness, quietness, * and repetition,
The warm blanket of death betrays
Yet she is not * alone, but lonely
They watch the despair she holds
These spirits, soulful * a family's 
surrounding  * with love’s repair 
*carrying * the warmth that fans
of a love true *  God's plan 
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Sinking My Teeth Into You

It once belonged to me,
but you’ve since traded it it,
exchanging every sacrifice,
every fiber of my life,
for your new world
your new wife.

I’m covered in blood
we brought into this world,
but it stains only your hands.
As I watch the souls 
I brought into this world,
leave silently, innocently,
I picture biting into your chest,
tearing, ripping, gnawing
veins and arteries
as you scream
and bleed,
your blood puddling
with your sons.

And I’ll ask you,
was it worth it?

To Hyacinthus

Eyes of violet and skin so smooth to touch
Fingers so thin yet so strong in their clutch
In the late summer wind, you are no mere man
You've tamed armies and Gods, and named cults and clans.

Strength and yet, I see how fragile you are
Brilliant as the sun, and sweet as the stars
You watched me as no one ever has before
No fear and no caution, just love to your core.

Dance with me in the cold, autumn air
Persephone descends, but we soar in our care
Deity, I am, and you, his mighty Majesty
Together, our love will bloom deep into history.

Highness, my prince, so many admire you
Mortals, Gods alike, to the nymphs of the blue
But in the winter frost, you seek only me
And I seek your brilliance that only I can see.

The flowers bloom soon, and while I will miss
How snow glows in your hair as you smile in bliss
I wish to see you amidst a field in full bloom
Your grin so bright it chases away gloom.

And I  hold you amidst beauty that pales
To your grace, your words, the wind in your sails
I tell you — your beauty, it will never fade away
Even the West Wind will behold it with each passing day.
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