Olympus Poems - Poems about Olympus

Ares by Hesiod translation by Michael R. Burch Ares, exceeding all men in manliness, bronze-harnessed charioteer, golden-helmed gladiator, strong-armed spear-hurler, dauntless shield-bearer, courageous of heart, father of warlike Victory, able ally of Themis and Divine Law, dauntless defender of Olympus, savior of men’s cities, scourge of the rebellious, sceptered king of the righteous, whirling your fiery sphere among...

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Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure. A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. The salt crystal shines your thirst back to you in a drowning mirror that blinds you. It's image, in-retrograde. Worship of false...

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Invitation to visit Olympus Predestined noble affair Feeling extremely timorous But, Apollo will be there. Anticipation is killing me To think I'll meet immortals Thrilling thought, smiling glee Seeking Olympus portal. Riding high on Nimbus Express There's no other way to travel Except I had to decompress Or my humanity would unravel. Immortals left me breathless Handsome enough to be sure Their company quite infectious On Olympus no rancour. Totally...

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*Image of Mount Olympus by Pixabay. Wedding Top Mount Olympus Daintiness gauges in the light Harmonia illuminates the Hall Aphrodite and Ares delighted Cadmus finagles an approach All of Olympus in observance. ~Elysium shines~ 2022 January 26...

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The spirits of the West hearing the voices, Of the many in pain go to their aid, Helping them to battle the, Evil within their mind. Their bodies have been ravaged, With the wars they have endured. Their journeys have been many, And the roads that have been, Paved are home and freedom. Their throne in Olympus will be, Honored with their presence, As conquering heroes...

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Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones From the deepest pits come magical spells To birth new sins from which we must atone Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves As this world races towards its near doom Freed from old chains by sleeping...

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Nero the god! I had a dream. There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus. Mother was with me as usual. As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: "Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said: "No, mama, 'WE' do not. I'm gonna turn right!" And that's what I did. She shouted after me:...

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I filled my heart with music of the moon thus pulled it close about me like a wrap my tympans gently trembled with a tune I held my breath of starlight and danced upon the dune a-scratching in...

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I dreamt about the crumbling hills, of lavender, drenched, scented Highlights of silver dusty light, Of starry moons, sad tormented I dreamt of rocks rent asunder racing to sure destruction the sound of Cicadas Gods who gave instruction I dreamt of mortals bowed, bowed deep before the thunder I dreamt of sons who prayed and the ramblings of their fathers...

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I flew to Olympus, to find its heart armor intact against Hades' dark wrath. At birth the power of light made its start as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path! Yet there I found only an empty throne where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned. So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown. Such that grievous and blue, my heart...

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Seen life compared to so many things. I decided to give it a shot. My turn for an allegory or simile Funny, when I sat at the table everyone was shocked. I wasn't expected though the game had just started. I automatically got dealt a hand, three cards at first. I felt confident then; until came the forth card. I knew about...

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Raised among walls, of popularity from gone sages This place, o’ gods of gods born of mothers of universe Of human destiny, here infused for ages Whence civilization soars, it rules even the age of my verse. This place garnish o’ galaxy, like palace of hades Of tiles in crystalline, in eye balls flow Of alchemy, nations drink from its silver...

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tears fall from the eyes of a broken soul lost without her mate of choice the shrunken soul ask for the truth of the lie to be revealed. From beyond, the Sufi whispers to the forsaken soul frantic like a child without bottle she to the machine has become the token soul. Asked if her pride could bear the truth...

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I would build you stronger If nations come here alone to battle And taste defeat without blood Not for the right of ideas to prevail But for valor to be heard For the begining right to a discourse in word. When barbels are broken There is still so much to lift The pain and human suffering In which many are adrift. I would build...

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I hear the thunder, He yells of the pain, That creeps into his soul, With blotches and blain, The lighting strikes, Leaving his mark in the grass, where will he go next? Never to return to a already touched path, Rain splashing unto grey stones, Drowning us with her sorrow, Showering us with her agony, And burying her heart to wallow , I wait the sun to...

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