Myth Poems | Examples of Myth Poetry

You stood there unsteadily at my bedroom door, holding your glass eye in your palsied hand and asked me if I’d ever seen one before. Can’t say that I have, Aunt Mary. You held it like an offering, moonlit and lidless, as if it might see me better than you could that night— or remember what time had stolen. They said you once owned a bordello in...

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blessed maiden by the stream weaving raiments from the stars apple of her father's eye full of charm and grace there lived one across the bank across where the princess weaved steering oxen through the grass able, strong and brave the weaver and the cowherd crossed paths by the Milky Way a glance, a nod, and a wink love then swept their feet lost within each other's...

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One evening, you and I were sitting on the couch, We talked about many topics including black magic. The voodoo, curses and dirty tricks. You were calm and listening, When I told you, I was born With some basic strange energy. Premonitions and having visions were some. Able to predict what happened next was another one. I never want to be trained,...

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I knew justice was a myth The first time I heard about trayvon martin Killed over skittles His killer George zimmerman Acquitted He became a celebrity And trayvon He became another statistic Another black kid Erased by the system He didn't get justice I knew justice was a myth When tamir rice A 12 Yr old boy Killed for playing with a toy He...

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It stood like a sentinel at the world’s bleak last shore, its gnarled branches clawing at a churning grey November sky, above a thin and narrowing yellow band of waning light auguring the coming night. Rattling seed pods faintly clicked— (playing hollow, spectral tunes) like a wind-chime built for wraiths. Brittle voices rose and fell in...

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She came in silence where the cedars sway, A lunar hush beneath the argent trees. The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say— Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze. Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight, The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far. Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write, Each step a hymn beneath...

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Weekend's sweet reprieve unfolds in Lagos's vibrant streets, alive with rhythm and laughter, I stroll down alleys, searching for a place to rest my weary soul A lounge beckons, warm and bright pepper soup's spicy aroma wafts I sit, and soft drinks soothe my throat three ladies join me, their smiles bright dancing queens, they throw me off scale their laughter infectious, joyful Music's melodic whispers...

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it's usually early as day starts turning over when the air around is as heavy as seas in your chest feelings are intermixed between despair and hope like the sea when your odds are in a bottle, scribbled futilities tossed to the waves, exit on the backside of tides until they resurface with old whale stench one out of water tanning under a hard sun...

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Handicapped by charades, A cacophony of voices Comes from the real owners of the world Who gather, roar, and whisper in a coven. Wolly bat and tongie dog Adorned with black wrappers Teeth smeared with mysterious mixture As they shape-shift with various forms inside Even when persuaded, Their words hold final sway. Night is their realm, Flying on bat-like wings To summon ice and hailstorms. They wield the...

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By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get...

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her steps rhyme with mine an echo between yearn and daunt I ask her to keep pace, her shadows pine voices behind me, slick and gaunt —the phantoms want to keep her the light ahead hazy, yet I demur we’re so close—or too close panic surged deliriously, in prose— my eyes turn to my asphodel... her lost shadow whispers: ‘farewell.’...

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This time, Janice is wearing a priest collar and I’m the altar. She hisses when I open my Notes app during communion, calls me a heretic for spellchecking my trauma. I tell her my whole personality is based on being misquoted. She says no, babe. It’s based on needing a witness and a warning sign. Then she bites the rim off my coffee cup and whispers the...

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I do not know If the sea can Listen to a man, But a man knows how To listen to the sea For sure, I feel it. On an open sea I sit on the bank I can think, talk And remember things I wonder how many Secrets the sea holds....

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It whispers low on midnight’s breath, A shadow wreathed in mist and death. Not born of grace, but spectral might, It haunts the veil 'tween dark and light. It stirs the winds, it bends the flame, A nameless force none dare to name. Through hollow halls, its echoes creep,...

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Love is just a myth. Making you want for things you only wish. I know it’s some thing I’ll never see. At least it’s clear to me. Oh, how I longed for you. To be that somebody, someone true. Now I’m lost in a stack of . Just trying to get over it. Every day you break my heart. A portrayal of someone...

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