Cassandra Poems - Poems about Cassandra

Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time, And traced them in your mind before they fell: A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime, Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well. Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be? To reach beyond the veil the future lays? To now and all of time at once to see? To live a life...

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they lost Cassandra, their girl child on a breezy autumn day I have looked all over said her worried absentee Daddy Jay Her mother asked where are the cats? They will show you the way Cassandra was under the bed, reading a book on this happy Tuesday....

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When you smile, roses bloom and in their burst I find your lips of flame When you laugh, the winter sun shines brighter, and nature bursts with its buds when your mouth is on mine, a kiss is an endless embrace, and hours are forgotten there in your body when your breasts cling to my hands, I am a pilgrim of love and your...

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Cassandra My sister in suffering our stories align Betrayed by him you had devoted your being to serve Never adored Mocked and ignored Driven mad by derision for no one would listen Viciously violated seeking sanctuary Your pleas to the gods going unanswered I see your visage in my mirror as your eyes peer into mine within my own prison You were fated to die as am I...

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She is the seer Whose visions seared all of those Unwilling to hear....

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I teach History, you see. But, I don't know what it is. Just as Hollywood remakes classics with new faces for new generations, I suspect, I do much the same. I do try to sweep away the old myths and lies of History, but, as each class, each year, recedes farther from my age, I wonder, am I just replacing old myths, with my myths....

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she was an aberration a soft sorry light that reflected upon all the lights around her and never turned away not even for a minute she was perfection...

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I see, hear and smell even though my body will not move I lay in live coma and watch the mother of trees dance Cassandra, the darkest sorcerer of filtered love She wore a skirt of leaves and a short cotton blouse Her open tummy displays her pretty round novel And she bears the mark of a spear on her...

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She casts a cold breath away - Almost perishing when a glow cursed Cassandra with a blow. On her knees, after a pray, daydreaming without peace: Troy befalling again and again the worthless walls will retain isolated the heroes of Greece. Every dawn the same tomorrow - Troy perishing in numerous nights, consumed by scorching firelight. The virtue a God couldn’t borrow stolen in the...

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I wrote some words today and showed them to a stranger. They guided me in terms of semantics, definition, and faith: Saying: 'Pride is freedom." I listened intently for the constructive criticism of my ideas: My poetry is not a subjective flow of concepts, unorganized and free! I am bound and constrained to 'real conditions and real claims,' and tethered to......

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The fractured imprint of Cassandra remains; burns bright; pounds at the gates, silenced. She says, "Keep Quiet, your words have power. Say only, "Let me be an instrument of your will, Lord." Tongues and ties will bind- an act of balance with no end. In turn, opening His love for you, pounding nails in a board. "Your...

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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 harm, Your beating Heart is all I need Oh, Circe's swine! Where is mine? Must I pray to Hecate? With Titan's wrath, as Heroes pass, I shall capture one for me! *I have an immense love...

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Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she...

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I wake up in the morning and see the chemicals in the sky Can’t help but feel sorrow for all the people that will die Too soon before, they’ll see their children grow Too soon before, they’ll know what they don’t know Oh Cassandra, can you help us from above? Oh Cassandra, how can we learn to spread more love? Mind...

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A god of poetry, yet she turned him down so, maybe Apollo's free verse would not rhyme !...

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