Myths Poems - Poems about Myths

Far into these stones of silences soft in the smell of history from watery chaos to cosmic egg whose return to words I am waiting for? We are delivered by myths where lay our old fever of love. Time and the boat, victories and losses the rise and fall in the Nile water. There I may meet King Menes on...

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Muffled voices in clouded corridors, where legends mold the unseen, drifting through thoughts like specters bestowing authority upon the mysterious. In politics, a performance: marionettes on a dream-filled platform, ballots cast for favor lies woven with words strands of optimism and dread woven in imperceptible restraints. Religion, with its narratives, deities and monsters depicted in faith comfort sought in fables...

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I prefer the myths to the dry histories, where truths come and then crumble away, For history is written with a quill of feathers, but the myth, eternal, beats with wings of iron. Mythology dresses lies in dazzling robes that over time are clothed in truth, And it gives birth to a wisdom that time can shape as...

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When little kids ask for stories Regale them of our lore and its glories. Listening with rapt notice Tales of champions and menaces. One and all exclaim with awe Hearing about our Gods. They don't die Live within us and fly. Burn like a phoenix Survive with their tactics. Look beyond the veil When the fiercest quail. Never lose their light Even in the darkest of nights. With a...

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I Midas King Midas' greed for riches was such That everything turned to gold in his clutch, As did his daughter one day When she got in the way. Much better for her had they not kept in touch. II Arthur The Camelot tale is a wonderful fable, And King Arthur and knights were all equally able, But had trouble deciding Just who was presiding When...

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Myths When I was younger, just a little kid, I would read stories, of wondrous creatures, faraway lands, and people, that could do incredible things. My imagination was fed, and watered often. Then I grew up and found... truth and reality, unbound. A chaotic world done, and undone to others, all over the world. My heart was heavy with...

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The reinvention of a lost soul A task bestowed onto me With the guilt of another life This seems a truth Of my surrealist endeavours To decipher the undecipherable The thoughts that drifts in through gaps I don't want to taste what was repented Another's sin, not mine I've lived long enough to see I'm this lifetime, started at birth Not before A soul washed clean, with...

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What if mind over matter became reality? This would reverse the polarity, of mind and matter duality, and their relationship as lovers. The mind would become the vessel for the body. The mind itself would look after and nurture the body as a way of interfacing with the world. To enable the mind to touch, feel, hear, see and be seen in...

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The stars far shining lights me up! Counting together within your polished eyes. The moon shows the white dirt on dark skies, Twinkling because of your smile my divine. I'll be praising you until my soul is fulfilled, And soul should leave while keeping me dreaming. Cool beams of the moon should land onto your eyes, Thy beauty their glints, Oh my...

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SEASON OF MYTHS Inspired, but unlike all the rest Driven, with a burning fervour So determined to begin a quest Not as a dispassionate observer Assumed the mantle of a sleuth With research and detective skills Discover kernels of hidden truth Once the source of worldly ills Buried deep in a lost prehistory A heady mixture of fact and fable Decoding and revealing mystery From artefacts laid...

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A dip in the Styx Sun chariot passing by Ancient dreams greet me....

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I am the descendant of the myths I am a Fae mischievous and playful I am a Goblin crafty and clever I am a Nymph protector of the woods as much as id like to be these things i will never be fully...

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The rain will never cease never rest a peace, the misty dew a hydrated fog, rolling upon open plains til the horizon's crease. Beyond the unseen and what's never been, were the wild faeries dance in the trees, and the nights are full of life and the dawns serene. All the magic and myth descend...

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Love and loyalty, You curve about my finger, ...

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Of Myths and Measures David J Walker I could read them in the clouds As if printing on ether was possible Reflections of Heaven on earth Changing Rearranging the true And interesting hue of Everyday life Myths are more interesting Said Father to a neighbor Both having read The same Morning paper feeding addictions of caffeine and nicotine A morning routine of Myths...

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