Minotaur Poems - Poems about Minotaur

-For Asterion, who only became a monster because he was treated like one Throw him in the pit where he belongs, Though he was not born naturally evil: no one is. His mother had raised him with watchful, tender care And now he longs to hold her hand again. The doll she gave him smells like her, So he...

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The dragon and the minotaur are mythological creatures. They romped and stomped in ancient tales Of Greece, and Rome, and France, and Wales, And have kept kids through the ages biting their nails, But they shared no other features. A lonely dragon, so the story goes, Decided the rift was demeaning. He thought it high time they both along, And tried forging a...

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They are witches on the beach laughing at their menfolk finding them wanting but who is the dark now ? with gilded wings they flock like a midnight minotaur dim of sight They make their way through the miers plundering both Silesian winters and Sumerian summers only wanting to drown the tulip of hope...

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Cont'd from Minotaur: Part I When Theseus arrived in Crete, he met a lovely maid. She knew what death awaited him and hurried to his aid. She slipped a spool of silky thread into his hands and said: "Use this to leave the maze, my friend." And then the maiden fled. When Theseus was in the maze, he did not hesitate. With every step he rolled...

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There was a king in ancient Greece, and Minos was his name. His kingdom was an island — Crete. Enormous was his fame. In Athens ruled another king he too — a mighty one. And once he was the gracious host of Minos' only son. The lad was sent by Athens' king to hunt a boar so wild that with its deadly tusks it...

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In searching for a heart of gold, with standards higher than I deserve. I lost my way. Lost sight of the truth, what would truly make me happy. I imagined- the mold, the form she should take and shape it's core. The possibility, like a mirror image, showing fantasy, awards. To the reader of other people's mail, their unspoken words,...

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Dead in the center of her heart I found a minotaur. Of all things a frigging minotaur. I stood puzzled as we locked eyes. When I stumbled upon him he was sleep with today's newspaper drenched across his lap. He bounced up in full guard. Me being me I asked him for simple directions. Telling...

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In the tunnel, cobweb-stricken and dank, a rat skittered to and fro, hitting his shoe as if drunk. The cockroaches joined in, slicking the floor with a beetle-black sheen. Unable to keep his footing he slid to his knees and, cursing his misfortune, he cried out loud,"where the hell am I? God rid me of...

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From moon to minotaur The gospel unwinds The tangled mass In the memorial of our myths. The woman there seems black to me I guess she is naked now In her ivory world of light It is her silence I admire For her words have me caused me pain And stained joy more Than the noxious sips of wine. So I have read the scrolls And...

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