Hydra Poems - Poems about Hydra

Captain America also known as Steve Roger, Fought numerous battles as the first Avenger. Once he was a tiny little boy, Who had a big heart and strong will to bring justice and joy. Soon he was given the super serum, And became the symbol of heroism. Once he was frozen in the ice, For the complete 66 years with no choice. Yet,...

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When the waves break and the sky is being torn up ...

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Still holding onto yesterday, tomorrow calls my name The comfort of what time has blessed, my life within its frame Those two directions—front and back, a hydra running loose Do I embrace what’s in the past —or what is yet to choose (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)...

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When did our love turn into a hydra? With many faces peering out, I don’t believe that’s what love is about. Holding onto a tumultuous past, Is easier than venturing into an unknown future, Realizing present can never last. Tenacity against adversity, Is the inner strength, That guides one through antiquity. When unrequited love is the norm, With not even a metaphoric amore to adorn, My...

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Where trees grow tall Where stands a turret and stone wall Where in autumn leaves fall Where birches sing ballads older then all Where volcano spits fiery magma Leaves seven hundred and seventy seven headed hydra It is amazing surreal mesmerizing and extra Omega and alpha In stories hydra is something hero will kill But you can’t kill Something that is beyond will Something that does...

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In the PixiS climb to Hydra Lynx is next just past the Lion Take a dip into Ursas Major Come and ride the Leos Minor It’s a Primer she said… Reading wheels inside your head Stacking stones into pyramids Merry goes round the ecliptic Latitudes of a Long time cryptic Marching two and fro… Is it Zero or is it Nero Inquiring our minds to know...

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In a turmoil- hitting out in all directions, in a struggle with monsters floating in the mind....

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Navigating the immense void of night The right ascension to a winter’s sky; Coincides with the height from which I stood Stars, interlinking crescendo’s so freely, Imitate the centuries, as I presumed as much. At least with one tuned in, to so many stars The magnitude existence found, far large; Appearing close to one another as a variable Heralded each, a legend...

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