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Electra Poems - Poems about Electra


Agamemnons Ghost Speaks To Electra
Wild child, I loved you too well and now you are so fiery electric that you hate, bait, torment and flare against your maternal lineage. Her lot it was to plot and plan, she had to marry beneath us both – to save us girl. To save us! We were both plunged too deep into this closet of we. Blood had to be shed,...

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Categories: electra, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Agamemnons Ghost Speaks To Electra
Wild child, I loved you too well and now you are so fiery electric that you hate, bait, torment and flare against your maternal lineage. Her lot it was to plot and plan, she had to marry beneath us both – to save us girl. To save us! We were both ...

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Categories: electra, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Morning Iz Electra
By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi pact wrought since time immemorial bye and bye temporarily, symbolically, and unwaveringly superstitions, phenomenal mysteries jaw dropping eve vents out of sky explained where within fie foo fighting mythological pantheon, the dualistic...

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Categories: electra, 11th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Electra
Let me seek asylum in the sea Silent depths of ice water, For I have swallowed sorrow Let me touch the clematis of a Seaside garden,a patched wall Sun-warmed and salted by the tide, Orestes ! shudder at the roar of the Breakers, small stones laughing As they are pulled down the beach....

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Categories: electra, symbolism,
Form: Classicism
My Life With Carmen Electra
I erased everything: thousand traces of my fantasy thousand futures of your grief thousand scenarios of hope thousand spaces of our destiny but a remembrance remains into blue background of memory...

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Categories: electra, absence, adventure, beauty, cry,
Form: Free verse



Electra
She tipped to the grand Electra: a hat filled velvet and tinsel, a blinding devotion of sunsets, a passion to sleep through the day. And if in the morning you find her obliging or curled 'round the edges and taut... Hold your hand to your eyes to block out the light and speak, if you've something to say....

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Categories: electra, imagination,
Form: I do not know?

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