Best Persephone Poems

Do you want to know how the pomegranates tasted?
Oh mother dear, would you like to know how they felt?
Like freedom.
Oh mama, don’t you know?
He didn’t kidnap me.
He didn’t have to.
If we’re being honest here,
I stole him.
With all his darkness and silence,
his dark kingdom with no...

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Seeds of pomegranate 
     in my belly 

This girl wonders how much of her 
Is alive 
above ground 
Or circling Cerebus 
as he chases his tail

(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)

I live with eyes...

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April is the month Persephone comes back 
from Tartarus, crossing the river of death, Styx, 
with her stillborn child in her breast. The river she crosses with 
her child though flows while carrying the empty souls, it does not move.  
The river she crosses...

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Persephone
Queen of the Underworld
Wife of Hades
Surrounded by demons
Greek Goddess of spring
Easily tempted
A tiny bit cursed
Full of innocence
Persephone...

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The conclave efflorescence
Within a verdant equinox
Dancing in the fiery heat
Fictitious to Our Glass clocks.

And in this angelic indifference
A turbulent serenity is generated and
In the heart of this illustrious image,
The smallest stem stretches grand.


         A gathering of flowers
...

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Gathering her thoughts within
Gazing eyes into the deep
Persephone of ivory skin
Is lost in memories to keep

Her wishes drift like moonbeams
Startling the rippling pond
Knowing it's not as it seems
Desire fuels her earthly bond

Persephone has felt the love
Of gentle seasons come to pass
The angel chatter from above
Rings...

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The wind carries my song
From my lips to the corners of the earth,
And the flowers in gladness bloom, 
The trees stand a little taller,
And the springs bubble from the roots of the mountains.
The wind carries my whispers
From my teeth to the skies.
But I am oblivious...

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Wandering the fields of nature, breezes gently blowing by,
She captured the hearts of many; she was a beauty in their eyes.
The daughter of a god, Zeus, all powerful and strong
And Demeter, goddess of harvest, in her eyes, she did no wrong.

Persephone, the daughter, helped her...

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Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld, 
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.
...

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I apologise for killing you,
Can you ever forgive me?
Yes you can, I know you can
You know how the things have been.

You know how the things have been,
Almost 10 years of weeping
I know just how tired you were,
About time, I put you to sleep.

You've grown so...

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Persephone; Empress of The Fall

They are living balustrades reaching out to incognito riddles
Hidden in the maze by branches arching with caresses
Where promiscuous light is falling gentle fingers to their pools
Tiny cloisters of remembering summers thriving as it passes

Pathways lead on arching in vaulted corridors
With the...

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Persephone, as sorrow and as grief,
The world and all its tales are told in brief.
The mirth of all the ages comes to this:
A sunlit sorrow and a broken bliss.
The laws of sorrow rule the lives of men!
And we are different words within that line,
That may,...

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What king forsakes the ruling of his heart
To bow before a queen of cruel sting
Who takes but six sharp bites and then departs
When west wind and sun play in brutal spring—
Least of all the high king of Arctic gold
Who will call all at last to...

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I welcome your winds, these triumphant storms. 
The gleeful cries of the mother who mourned.
Winds carry my soul as I cheer with thunderstorms.
Quickly I shall ride on the fields once scorned.

Creation flits upon Demeter’s song.
New life, a chorus filling lands once dead.
Songs so divine lure...

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In the Underworld they drink pomegranate margaritas 
I am certain.
If you had an endless supply of damned fruit to yourself 
would you not do the same?

I’m sure Hades is sick of slender Persephone
in her pink rose perfume
and lilac pearls
telling him he drinks too much,
that he...

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