Myth Poems | Examples of Myth Poetry

Love is kind. Love is patient. Love gives. Love understands. But what if love is only kind until it teaches you to kneel for crumbs and call it a feast? What if love isn’t perfect not because we weren’t but because fate crossed our paths when we were meant to grow apart? They say love is giving but what if I gave too much until I forgot the sound of...

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…when we’ll fall, my love, let’s fall on the water face, so, we can draw circles, like raindrops, without a compass …when we’ll fall, my love, let’s fall on the water face, so, we can draw circles, like raindrops, without a compass ...

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They called her Alice, but perhaps her true name was Smoke, rising slow and silent from letters never sent, from altars crumbled beneath the cold gaze of forgotten saints, from lips that kissed her only to still her breath. She did not fall. She transcended. There is a sacred difference, between shattering and choosing the void. She stepped beyond the back of her own reflection, where silver fractures...

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In Nigeria’s heart, the wonders shine, From Ogbunike Caves to Yankari’s line. Farin Ruwa falls with power and grace, While Owu’s waters dance in place. Olumo Rock stands strong and wide, Idanre Hills with age and pride. Obudu’s mountains, calm and high, Where Niger and Benue rivers lie....

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At first Chaos became from void borne, And it stirred the primordial mass, Before Earth or the Sea or the Sky, Had a reason to moan or comply, Then did emerge Ananke above, Who did give a primordial shove, Become inevitable to change, So, the Earth and the Sky be arranged, And then father time emerged from muss, Fair Ananke said that there is...

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lithe marvel with wings progeny of pegasus ~ proud magnificence AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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- One must make some choices, even if some may be scary - quote by poet Charming ancient cobblestone streets Buildings meticulously maintained Haunted castles with bloody myths and dramatic history ...

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God said: “Go, and have dominion over the Earth”— Not over each other. But you crowned yourselves kings of skin, Painted whiteness as wisdom, And turned melanin into a mark of sin. You called yourself the center of the world, A lighthouse of reason— Yet every stone of your fortress Was carved from stolen hands, And every beam of your empire Lit with oil drained...

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I felt the earth moving under my roots. Very same feeling deep down as it was - five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain started murmuring and belching before. It turned its anger on all of us spewing a fire river of scorching lava burning the brush to ash, darkening all living things it touched in its flow. They call me "Methuselah The...

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Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green, Where wind runs thick with things unseen. “Is it justice you seek or just her place?” Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace. The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed, Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed. For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay. Become the wound or forge the way. The wound was...

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"Eons back, we feared the petal's grace, called beauty pride, and named it place" "Mistakes were made, but wisdom stayed" said Thallorin,"not every path must be replayed". Each bloom now understood, but still Knowing alone could never kill, The monster born from rootless scar who thrived when petals turned to war. So, stem by stem, with colors waned, they sought the one their fear...

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Caelith pulsed in the starless seam, No warmth, just orbit, cold with gleam. “Equality is just a myth,” it sighed, “And safety, merely a dreamleaf dried. A lull to cradle wilt and thrall, For leaves too tender yet to let fall.” Then Lily laughed, a sound half-sung, Like petals bruised but newly sprung. "If truth decays in myths you spin, We’ll plant our wound...

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He looked at Rose not past, but through And said, “What waits will change you too.” She plucked out a petal and handed him. It pulsed between the stem and rim. Rose turned back with nothing said, Her footsteps soft, like vows long shed. Hence the petal breached and then it reached A world where love lay bruised and breached. A petalbreach chime...

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They will not honor your fragrant breath They’ll use it as ode, or veil, or death. Not love, but lack—will wear your name, Your petals will ache beneath borrowed fame.” Lotus's voice now split Nefarys in bloom and bone A bloomquake of breath from root to stone. It hummed through husks and whisperseed dark, Not all bent—but some curved toward the crack.” They...

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Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bold with a whip of wild cheer, While Sunflower spun where the sky poured clear. Daffodil hummed where the stillness was deep, And Marigold dreamed in the moon’s drowsy sweep. Rose sat...

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