Best Medea Poems

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.
The inscription is illegible, but that matters not to me.
At this centuries-old grave I place flowers and...

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In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the...

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It's peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this...

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An Epic Woman  

Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a...

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My wants and my desires
Medea to be heard
If only Medusa to afro the snake

In my kitchen no arsenic
but do not step on my toes
as my...

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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed...

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If I be Witch; Enchantress, yes!
Hades own sweet Sorceress
My Siren's Song to him belongs
Medea, may I wear your dress?
By Spell or Charm, I mean no...

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My favorite legend still has salt on it,
white freckles left from the sea of Colchis.
If you search carefully, 
you might even find a whisp of...

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I thought you're just a part of a dream
That could be merely seen
With the appearance that was dim
Just brought my heart with a sorrow that...

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I never meant to be a Professor,
   to keep records,
   to rank,
   to judge,
   to preen.

A crow...

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The crowd is drawn like magnets 
Drawing flecks of finely splintered steel. 
They stand and stare 
At smoke-choked, charred remains- 
Magnificent Medea. 

Her ashes slowly...

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Papa said my beauty would make life better
For marry I must this summer
Or we shall continue to suffer.
Bride Price shall make my family richer.
But I...

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My mother-in-law
drinks her morning gin
out of a pint-size Mason jar,
and self-righteously prides herself
for not wasting water by adding any in
and for not pouring or drinking
before...

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Shall I dine on the poor
Because their abundance lowers prices?
Can I look at those eyeing my grocery bag
Filled with diet pills for my dog

And say...

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From the blood stain 
Like an effigy helpless in the street
Your history rise again
The marble consciences to meet
Every tragedy is a failure of omniscience
Telling the...

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