Myth Poems | Examples of Myth Poetry

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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The map unrolls, a skin of dust where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust. I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar... place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost... A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep... A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face though...

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Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time, And traced them in your mind before they fell: A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime, Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well. Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be? To reach beyond the veil the future lays? To now and all of time at once to see? To live a life...

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Then shall I say I could no other do? That fate beyond divine compelled my act? That like a bird on wires my mission flew? But that's a game of words, and not of fact. Full well I knew how best to calm my mind, From huddled suffering to avert my eyes; To on Olympus joy and music find; To drink ambrosia...

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A vein in me narrows a little bit every day, I have tethered myself to shallow promises; strengthened my organs of clay, and deceived them to believe Forever is either momentary bliss or death. But then I heard a call in the blinding dust, echoing; I saw you assembling pieces of my skin, meaningless, disintegrated, ignored- And sewing them up considerately; A new...

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I'll climb the tallest mountains with no stress, I just need~ a helmet, rope, and other climbing gear, warm layers, good boots, maybe some fear, a bit of my heart in my mouth, to chase the butterflies from my belly— no need to fight against my shadow~ it'll be too tight upon the rock, wrapped ...

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From shadowed glens, where legends sleep, Three figures rise, secrets to keep. The Morrigan, a raven's wing, Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang. Of war, of fate, a chilling hand, To claim the fallen, rule the land. She shifts and weaves, a queen of might, Her sovereignty in the darkest night. The Banshee wails, a mournful cry, A prophecy beneath the sky. For family's...

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From icy void, a giant stirred, Ymir, the first, his body blurred. No sun, no moon, no stars to gleam, Just primal frost, a waking dream. Then Auðumbla, the cow of might, Licked salt from ice, with all her light. And from the ice, a god arose, Búri, the ancestor, as legend goes. The Æsir came, with Odin's lead, Gods of battle, sowing seed Of...

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KEEP FIVE ALIVE It’s a five pointed star Not the simplest by far As thoughts are left ajar But for naught except Blahblah Just that one last hurrah They call it a pentagram Sceptical is what I am With all that flim flam Rejecting the glitz and glam You’re not a witch ma’am Anxiety I try to quell Nothing ever seems to gel Please don’t cast a...

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.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture the robot with navigation control seeking cactus fruit and rare stones the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns embordered in to silks and cottons from the looms of yarners the warmth of...

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Blooming flower in Spring's light, Petals blooming without fright. Wandering breezes yet to grow, Still moving ever slow. Sunshine touching the skin, Light finding the areas within. Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew, How can I ever forget the scent of you? Your thorny Rose draws blood, An emotional sky lets loose a flood. Tears from the clouds to help you grow, Your roots hushing the rivers...

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