Myth Poems | Examples of Myth Poetry

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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Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land, Where every inch with rich conception spanned, With diligence, in Hades mayst they find A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind. So many burdens, all the Earth now mars; So many pleasures, circumstance doth slay; Enough, I say, of all of this, be done. For what becomes of all your struggles here, But...

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I planted windflower in my garden plot Along with yarrow and forget me not Then a man walked over grass toward me Said "I’m Adonis, let me make a plea:" “Windflower you see, is named after me Anemone is the tears of Aphrodite She thought I loved her, she was quite a bore Her tears became flowers, don’t plant it no more." "If...

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Couple coding : she combined the two first names to create one name. Fans of this character often loved these two people. While their characters were hot: they would often tour signing autographs, making a lot of money selling merchandise and meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called inbetweens. The...

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Run faster—looking back will be your downfall. The screeching of the infected gains intensity. Drag the razor wire barricade across blistering concrete— scraping rusted metal, shards splintering into scorched oblivion. Enter the valley of death, shadows playing tricks on your weary mind. Searching for answers, your quest has begun. Cityscapes metamorphose into deserted deserts. Continue your path forward, while an unrepentant sandstorm takes...

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I lay my head down on your empty chest, Listen to the echo in the caverns where your heart should be. I admit I didn't see it soon enough. While I cooked for you every night I didn't realize you were making meals of my youth. While I tried to apologize and tell you I loved you,...

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My friends, it is a dismal thing At such an hour to pound and ring! Let others shiver if they must, I shall not greet a sky of rust! Let first the air be half so warm As in this covered nest I form. And then, perhaps, if need of it, I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit. Forever slept, thou fiendish, foul-formed...

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He took an oath beneath the chandelier palace, tongue lapping at furtive moth wings. A crown of collectible bottle caps balanced on his warty brow. Lilith bowed as he passed, her petals muttering oaths. Tadpoles formed a scepter’s ascendency, guiding his webbed ascent. In the court of cattails and reeds, he declared dominion over ripples. Bullfrogs drummed a royal cadence, while dragonflies danced in tribute. But power...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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There are Fairies At the bottom of our garden, I can see why you Might think there’s not, For they are oh so shy And very difficult to spot, Some say a garden with Fairies Is not really a thing, But we know they are there, And often hear them sing, Use your imagination, It...

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Roll back the tides of time, and tell, Of ancient books of myths, of hell, Of temperance, nuns succumbed to gloom, Entombed within their living tombs, Of monks, and saints, and gospel song, Born gently by the breeze, along, Of deep toned organs' peeling swells, Of virgins, Mary, and funeral knells, Of dim-lit cells and penance loaned, Which can for one's darkest deeds, atone, Look...

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"Careful with the ethanol," Said a fume of whisper hush. As a thundered bolt and fire ball, Engorged the moment with a rush. The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini, Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft. Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie, Who puffed up in the rush and coughed. "Cover your mouth, you elemental," I sneered at the legless haunt, Dental...

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