Best Hercules Poems
Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold,
A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands,
His tales endure and will forever be told.
Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded,
Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled;
As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Once there was a roman divine hero Hercules
his adventures:one cycle “twelve labours of Hercules”
Noble blood, physical strength, political power
no good enough but wisdom and great soul!
Bloody hell. Hercules by Cycle is for this era to rule!
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
You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.
He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.
He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.
He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but grin.
My little pug
as snug as a bug.
Hercules (sweet and adorable)
6/04/14
Hercules was my pet monster
He rode a big roller coaster
His bottom ached
His Heart was caked
He should never be a boaster
Hercules was my pet monster/Limerick/Copyright (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014
The Son of God
ain’t no Hercules,
Jesus Christ
ain’t no Greek myth story
His crucifixion
is real as real can be
And His resurrection
is a gospel tale
the whole world continues to read
The feats of Hercules
is a made up story
The miracles of Jesus Christ
multiplies,
and continues to feed
The Son of God
ain’t no son of Zeus fairytale fable
The power of Jesus Christ
is real ... always is,
and always will be more than able
Hercules was serenading his sweetie from a wobbly willow chair.
His melodic notes of love swoon floated mightily in the air.
His voice was on fire today, all the females better watch out.
Serenading a sisterly trio – Ms. Meow, Ms. Prayer and Ms. Devout.
What are you yowling about? Asked a grouchy tom name of Pete.
Not ever friends, but he said, “Scoot over! I’ll join you on that seat.”
Hercules wanted to look good incase the beautiful cats looked out.
So, he scooted over, and gave room. Hoping to see Miss Cutie Devout.
Devout is mine, the Tom said, in a confident but territorial way.
That’s when two of the mademoiselles looked out and yelled “Hey!”
Hercules could not sing, he was so irritated by this uncouth fool.
To scrap with him or bite him now might look a bit uncool.
What is your name? He asked the Tom. Hoping it was Mr. Mud.
“It’s Adonis,” the puffed-up tom cat, he was as ugly as chewed cud.
“Hi Adonis!” Ms. Meow said in a sing-song-sort of way!”
“Sing for us?” Prayer asked. “It’s been sad with Ms. Devout away.”
Where is Devout? Interloper interfering cat and I immediately asked.
Toms soon discovered she had eloped last night with Mr. T.J. Crashed.
Crashed! Ms. Prayer and Ms. Meow were looking better all the time.
You can have Ms. Prayer, Adonis said. “Ms. Meow is mine!”
Always nice to be away
From people like you
Who are stressing me apart,
Don’t you think so?
Whatever,
Just in time.
I was thinking deeply about
All that happened in my life,
Since I met you, I will never forgive,
It hurts too much,
Hope this party will remove such thoughts.
Have a great time,
Comments and feelings reserved,
Showering me with your weekend lies,
Coz you are fading away gracefully,
I know how to please myself.
This is the time when
We gotta take coffee
With a pinch of salt,
I love you percentile,
I don’t give a damn
What they are going;
I was driving when you beeped,
Talk to me before I walk
Into the cave.
Straight perfect light moves
guiding spirits back to land
pleased to hug them
Stephen Hercules Shaw
Much loved, much missed
Born the same year as you.
I rest on the bench
your mother bought,
your brother bought,
your friends bought,
to remember
and slowly forget.
The ducks half swim, half skate
Over the half-frozen half-winter lake
as I, half blind, half lame, half finished
watch ripples climb tree trunks,
legs crossed in reflection.
My shadow hat floats on the surface
as the wind changes.
I hope for the heron but hear coots.
It's cold but not cold enough.
Each bench has a name and two dates
One has the scraped initials of sometime lovers
4ever.
Another has fresh flowers and a card
"To Pop, Happy Christmas."
As I heave myself up
a changed woman hurries past with a small annoyed dog
and I wonder
whether she thinks
I left the card
or stole a white carnation.
Like Moses in the desert, I have wandered.
My destination nowhere in my sight.
I’m searching for the joy I have been promised
But hampered by the seeming lack of light.
Like Icarus of old, I am a pris’ner.
I’m chained here to the ground by gravity,
And haunted by the things I can’t accomplish,
The dreams of places I will never be.
Like Samson, I’ve felt utterly defeated.
It’s hard to trust that there’s a higher plan.
I fear giving in to mediocrity.
That where I’ll always be is where I am.
Like Hercules, I’ve had my many labors.
I’ve known my share of failure and success.
So many tests still waiting in my future,
And many miles to go before I rest.
Like everybody else, I have been wounded,
But deep down I am proud of every scar.
For each one tells me I am making progress
Although it seems I haven’t traveled far…
But there’s nothing else to do but move forward, step by step.
So, hand over hand I will climb.
I know it’s true that I may never reach my horizon
But I can leave where I am behind.
All it takes is effort and some time.
what
Jezebel who lived
upon
the
ancient biblical world
her
green eyes, makeup
wearing a black velvet dress
and ruby red shoes
deceived and betrayed
the
supernatural power and strength
of
the
mighty Hercules
while
shearing
the
locks of hair
that
rest
upon
his graceful head
thus
unlocking
the
secret of his
supernatural strength and power
while
causing him
to
weaken and fall to his knees
the
mighty power of Hercules
you Jezebel!
Handsomely heroic
Half human heavyweight
Hera hates, harries him
Hacks hideous hydras
Hunts horrid Hades hound
Hippolyta heister
Hitches honey, Hebe
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Written on 02/25/2022
Hercules peered out on the dance floor
spotted beautiful Delilah holding court
Scanned the room for Samson but
saw a chair where hair'd been cut