Best Poseidon Poems
When sea gods invisibly show their glory
They’re escorted by their elusive sea army;
Vow before them, their loud rhapsodic chords play,
As heard in light of blue waves on summer day.
Marvelous army with mighty spiral swords
Hewed by sea gods, their magnificence- behold!
Their trimmed trident’s tines conjure like somersault,
Wish I'm sea god’s knight to ride on them and joust.
Coastal birds herald their rare presence with glee
With ineffable joy, breeze hums sweet ditty;
Surfs break in applause beneath the granite cliffs
As splendid narwhals’ display… nature breaths…sniffs~
Narwhals are great sea god’s mighty unicorns,
They’re special sea army, prides of Poseidon!
The Curse of the Dead Sea
Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a space of predestined bedded death—for all who
unknowingly venture into the embrace of the Dead Sea.
For knoweth that Poseidon, the ancient god of the sea,
may not be there in time to spare thy life that be in the
fatal grip of this salted deadly destiny, and its jeopardy,
as it’s written in the “riddle of sands” that remain blowing
as this earthly desert speaks to thee, spiced by the coldest
of raindrops carried on winds held deep within, as dark
clouds escape with their droplets running down into the
mountain “waters of life” that feed and form an evil river
that pulsates through the deep veins of existence, as drums
inside heartbeats play to a harmonious harp filled with a
mystic music dancing to visions of a salted angel who lives
deep within the Dead Sea.
Falling throughout the depths of time in the history of this
ancient sea of sure death, are grains of sand and pure white
salt which hold misted gems that speak to each and every
human footprint, leaving an imprinted, indelible image true,
behind the frame left crowned in the deep well of a forlorn,
shimmering pond that presciently knoweth that this ancient
Dead Sea, with its “salt of the sand” shall explain to you,
in kind, of the dangers that lurketh within the waters of its
salted, deadly grip, if thou chooseth unwisely to venture in
knowingly or unknowingly.
For Poseidon shall not be there in this “modern age” to
saveth thee and thy immortal soul!
Amen.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – December 16, 2018
(Narrative)
How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery?
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!
Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!
May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,
So let it be!
Powerful water-god
Paradigm of Neptune
Pride of seas and oceans
Protects all seafarers
Placed as lord of horses
Paired to Amphitrite
Put as god of earthquakes
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Greek mythology
Contest Judged: 3/8/2022 3:21:00 PM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place 1
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.
imagine
what fantastical wonders
besides the fish
swim in realms of oceans deep
with fantails that swish
when the full moon is glowing
like a treasure chest of shiny gold doubloons
and starlight brightens the sea
mermaids will be found
smiling as they dance in rhythmic reverie
their giggles create bubbles
in pearlescent hues
while the scalloped scales
on their tails
gleam in shades of greens and blues
aquatic maidens
Poseidon's lovely daughters
twirl and pirouette
beneath crystal clear waters
their haven
lies near a tropical shore
may they reign
there forever more
January 10, 2021
Suzette Prime Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
His beginning was his end, being swallowed by Cronus
Fortuitously his fortune averted when through Zeus he was saved
With his trusted trident his magnificence reigned
Amphritite at his side, after Delphinius convinced the nymph majesty
God of the ocean, second to none, his wrath was his ultimate fury
Recall the flood to Attic Plain, hark the drownings and shipwrecks!
His magnificence unrivalled, albeit to Athena’s olive tree
His rumoured son, none other than the legendary ruler Theseus
He had his way with Medusa, Caeneus and the mortal Tyro
Subtle yet truly defined, his earthquakes lie testament
Fear the wrath of Neptune, the God of the ocean
My friends all dead, Poseidon's gaze falls last
Upon me, broken, clinging to a raft,
He low’rs his fist, and shatters present, past
And future… now a yards-long broken shaft
Is all I have to save me from the sea,
I choke and spit, and swim for shore -- ‘tis near --
Then find the Cyclops swimming after me…
Though blind, he had pursued me; rage and fear
Had made him stupid, and the splintered beam
I grip, I thrust into his open maw
“Poseidon! Next, he dies, or you redeem
Me from the sea, and from dark Hades’ craw!*”
Then falls a sudden calm… Cyclops is gone
I swim to shore – ‘tis Ithaka, at dawn!
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*In the Greek legend, Polyphemus, the Cyclops, was said to be the Son of Poseidon
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2/12/2019
Submitted for: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Movie: 'The Odyssey', Character: Odysseus
Do you ever allow your poetry to fall gently into the categories of what would be?
Your own librarian.
Sequestered into the silences of your mind.
Envelopment of screams.
Someone who had the pleasure of shaping your dreams? Ever just flowed until someone said, "Don't," and you knew that was an invitation, they wanted more?
Ever moaned and started an encore?
Two or three times; did your mind completely unwind?
Did you pour and pour leaving 'em wanting more?
Ever just flowed? Cried? Smiled?
Felt that your soul would be captured in this tide for awhile? Not even three moons could pull you free.
Ever gander upon those types of possibilities?
Gone from question to question and landed on declaration? Periods turned exclamation. Were you set free?
Defined the limitations of definitely?
Did you jiggle the lock and key?
Try and figure the right combination it took to be hooked?
Did your poetry flow like this?
Did you do all that there was & is?
Taken past tense and made it a finality?
Ever thought, this might be?
Actually played Q & A?
Did your eyes convey what your lips did not say?
Quell a temptress? Or stirred a hurricane?
Experienced dopamine from a lyric?
Pleaded and been granted a sequel?
As word is my witness, you shall feel this;
my heart poured out so that the oceans churn.
I call this Poseidon meets Neptune;
my mind goes riding
friends and lovers
We know no end.
A clear morning rose over the copper-tinged rocks,
the serene sky stayed the same after down;
but the lighthouse did not trust that calmness,
then a horrendous rumbling made it suddenly frown.
A apocalyptic event was to occur in minutes,
Poseidon rode his horses to impinge horror,
making the foaming waves resemble ghosts
who frightened the lighthouse with a loud roar.
The sentinel's foes weren't pirates, but the waves themselves,
and engulfed by those giants, it could barely fight or even breathe;
and doomed, she heard Poseidon's voice in the mouth of whales,
not glad with the volcano's eruption making waves boil and seethe.
Written on 4/12/2016
Our regiment has formed on the length of your coast,
Each battalion is ready to go,
And the artillery is set to launch by tonight,
And sweep everything below,
In the dark of your hour, when no one will know,
Our death ray will light all you see,
And your ships will be tossed in an invincible swell,
Past the jetty, the dock and the quay,
And we’ll battle all night, against impossible might,
We’ll break every surge, every wave,
With our one war to win, our fight to triumph,
Each ship is our task to save.
Last night, tonight and every other night,
We battle against all of the odds,
And we beat Poseidon, at his own little game,
We win in our battle with gods.
Poseidon the great
The Greek god of sea
Whose mighty waters shakes the earth
As the inhabitants of the earth tremble
With its oceanic waves
Poseidon the great
Brother of Zeus and Hades
As they skillfully divides the universe among themselves
That Poseidon may reside
At the deepest side of the sea
Poseidon the great
Bringing earthquake to earth dwellers with its Trident and three prologue spear
Making the sea rumble
As sailors quiver and panic
At the fury anger of Poseidon
Whose mighty waves rumble in the sea
I have borrowed a leaf from Odysseus story
Hence I must act with caution at the pinnacle of greatness
Sleep, Lord Poseidon,
Deep, everlasting sleep
While sailors watch with bated breath
Old planking creaks -
The pitiable, splintering sound -
Old planking creaks
Old sailor,
Splintery-kneed old sailor,
Keeps his watch
With ever a thought of life's futility,
Down deep,
Where dolphins stay
But Lord Poseidon never sleeps
And dolphins play.....
And play
Beneath an orange sky and huge rainbow,
Mestor, free spirited son stops the flow
over his dad Poseidon,
God of the sea, rift widen
climbs upon his narwhal, puts on a show.
Setting off with bounding leaps through the waves.
Sunlit shafts shine in bright gleaming locks laves
beams, the beast travels full speed.
A fine beast a wreath of reed
around its neck towards Atlantis caves.
Mestor's unfearing icy blue eyes gaze
upon a dazzling mermaid saffron blaze.
Wind swept across her brunette
wet long hair, thoughts of a net
and human ways, hooted in shrill amaze.
Mestors woke amongst an ocean sand bed
of froth, sounds of laughter in the wind spread.
A glimmering pace along
the beach and a droll tone song
in the silver wake of the moon was shed.
8/1/2018
MESTOR A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.
http://www.theoi.com/Olympios/PoseidonFamily.html
In folklore, a mermaid is an aquatic creature with the head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish.[1] Mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide, including the Near East, Europe, Asia, and Africa. The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargatis transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks, and drownings. In other folk traditions (or sometimes within the same tradition), they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid
With spectral grace
A swirling dance
Of liquid light
Plays upon the ancient stage.
What was is not what is
What could be is untouchable
What dreams bring are illusions
Masking unbearable reality.
At the climax of the play
In a chariot of gold
The creator watches his last scene
And blows out the stage lights.
What is written cannot be undone
What will be lies dormant
The roles are cast
Backdrops hang like lucid ghosts.
Upon a solemn abysmal stage
A god breathes into his characters
An awakening breath and lights
Flood a realm no human will ever see.