Demigods Poems | Examples

Nobody is Sane

A warped 
zone
twisted &
unworthy of 
  grasping--
impossible to
  escape.

No reward
No love
No answers.

Frantic fingers
 scrape at the escape hatch
yearning to push the
EJECT button
  (clinging to hope
for transmigration).

A glimpse into
  dying
a flood of
 deadly lies.

No winners 
 here 
or there--
 only
degenerating brains
 in a neo-Roman Empire 
where any-THING goes
& NO-body knows
   anything.

The
grisly grass
crawls out of
the
 Book of the Dumb
as
sighs of
  solipsism
collide with
  sneers of
narcissism
(& dirty rain
vilifies the 
living dead).

The demigods
   ejaculate 
malevolent magma:
   carving a brutal &
obvious fact
into timeless slime…
nobody
 nobody
   NOBODY
   
is 

sane

Alps

Abode of the avatars and the demigods,
I am ageless, calm and deep rooted
Indulged in the timeless meditations, I find vigor in serenity
Covered in the blanket of loam, rocks and snow
countess trees of life are sheltered on my back
The sun, the stars, the wind and the skies are all my allies
O mortal, I am just not conquerable

One Vote

One vote by itself seems less than a wonder
for history is a much larger thing – millions
of nays, millions of yeas, to suggest one small 
voice need be heard, to think any little voice could
make a large difference in the greater scheme seems 
quite absurd. For one little vote a young man took a
bullet in the throat, left any Opera Ambitions in
Germany, never again to sing a cherished note,
just for the right to cast one tiny vote. For One vote,
Omaha beach took 2,400 lives. For One vote, another
29,000 died in Normandy.  For One vote, 5.000 American
boys perished at Guadalcanal, another bloodstained shore. 
All having died for one single vote, which democrats
counterfeit and Universities treat like a joke, faux 
men in dresses stand in-front of students mocking
a great nation's selfless patriots who donned uniforms  
to fight for a land they unitedly love and adore. Lost 
limbs in battle yet proudly declare, for cherished freedom 
we would honorably sacrifice more. Pervert Demigods, to mush
minded students, preach anarchy, the benefits of Marxist
society, promote all manor of deviant sex and brain deadening 
recreational smoke. One vote. One vote. One vote.

Ex Machina Tempores

this last step,
the dead bird,
protruding veins under the skin,
now drying,
the other imperfections and these eyes,
from distance.
scaly is the word for skin, brittle.
not good, it evokes the relentless of time.
destruction...
is always what rushes down from heaven.
its color looks gray, but it's condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
the speed and fall of this kind of angels,
quite brutal in reality,
conveying a depressing sense of end.
just fur or feathers,
nothing on it flies,
the emissaries of never arrive,
the winged chariot that carries the defeated,
the last step is the bird that passed.
symptoms of our decay,
demigods that nothing can heal.

Human Mistakes

We don't need demigods on earth,
we just need good men...
We don't need heroes,
we only want righteous men...
We don't want superstition
we need
spirituality
and poetry...!

Vergastio

and I came close to destroying whatever I wanted
but I held back because there was still you
and within that power from another galaxy
I saw that the spheres mechanism sometimes jams
I saw stones breaking other stones
and from them bits of light escaping the darkness
not even your eyes meant so much
when the waters drifted
washed the husk of the houses
and the walls of the trees
and it was just you there keeping yourself monumental
emerging single in life from among the mudflats
we demigods have a lot to celebrate
because we just started to fall apart

Demigods Ii

What elevates Man to Demigod's status is love! 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     20 January 2022

Moral Combat

What kinds of measures are used,
    When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
    Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.

Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
    As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
    Like computers and other technology coming fast.

It seems to me that when weighing these values,
    Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
    But those deeds differ through many debates.

Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
    Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
    While millennia passed on historic flaws.

Ultimately, this question must be answered,
    Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
    And we can progress beyond a crawl.

Pure Proselitism

There are...
               Fanatical men
               in skeptical churches ...
               Blind passions by
               demigods ...
               Thirsty loves
               for hell ...
               Worshipers without
               sense...
               Kill and die
               for false myths,
               false idols ...!

The Populous Will

The good fortune guaranteed luck
Ferried in the same heads that slacken
When the Professional  heads became slain
Under the demands of the ego nice

The society's pin knitting downwards
The base pointing the Potter's Port
With the man-eater man carrying the fragile
Unable to care from degreed spare sprees

The natural law bend to salvage malice
The well to adapt wiped by demigods
Of inferiority unprocedural spice
Unfit but the confronting world dice.

Emerge environmental mental backdrop
Diverting leadership vacuum ensues
Try and error back through the average
For the top elite launched to rot stews

Human creations outwit man in subversion
Unable to enable order in special coders
And later attempt to sweep with dirt
For emerging brooms  swept more

May the worst touch not the best
For the rotten kills the strongest
The base down the beautiful vase
Fair games played for the rest.

Oblivion's Obituary Mty

…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ

Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.

Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.

Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.

Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.



...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover



June.24.2019
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Long Stemmed Roses

Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry

Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement 
Delectable daredevil demigods

Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction  
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses



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Originally posted on March 15, 2019

Oceanside

Colored sails dot the horizon
   fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...

Demigods lounge g-stringed
   in ocean-front's warm sands 
Bulging their muscles
   Glistening their sweat

~ Tan, the sole tint
      they're aware of as yet

Khan and Misty - My Best Friends

Khan and Misty – My Best Friends

I still miss my German Shepherd dogs

As they were once my demigods

That for me is the truth 

Because they meant more to me than you

Misty was my first love, she was also very tough

Midnight Mist was her full kennel name, she was so loyal and so sane

Khan, well he was just a typical man, always waiting for his Mam to come

He used to need lots of love and was sometimes such a mush

I called him Taurean Khan, because his birthday was also the same as mine

They were my only real family, when I was young in my twenties

Even after so many years have passed, my love for them dogs still last’s

I hope one day to see you both again

Midnight Mist and Taurean Khan

DAMO

Midheaven

In this midheaven of demigods.
beneath this semidetached shelter 
of semi-manufactured souls.
apart from the half-hearted's dimidiate 
the bright-half departs 
for dovetailing all of our halves.

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