Orpheus Poems - Poems about Orpheus

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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Slang.. Chick-fil-a = the best place ever jade = brooke = gorgeous mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.” Orpheus We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re in New York City and we’re doin’ the town this time. Lisa told me, “You showed me Paris last summer, now I’m going to...

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The Master of Nuances Supreme literary intensity Rainer Maria Rilke— Inspired as Orpheus sings Predilection for Die Dinge A mastery of true nuances A thirst for poetic symbols He sings now with Orpheus And the angels in Heaven. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved December 5, 2016 (Verse)...

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At the Feet of the Goddess by Michael R. Burch “What will you conceive in me?”— I asked her. But she only smiled. “Naked, I bore your child when the wolf wind howled, when the cold moon scowled . . . naked, and gladly.” “What will become of me?”— I asked her, as she absently stroked my hand. Centuries later, I understand: she whispered—“I Am.” Published by Romantics Quarterly...

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Orpheus by Michael R. Burch after William Blake I. Many a sun and many a moon I walked the earth and whistled a tune. I did not whistle as I worked: the whistle was my work. I shirked nothing I saw and made a rhyme to children at play and hard time. II. Among the prisoners I saw the leaden manacles of Law, the heavy ball and chain, the quirt. And yet I...

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I float in breathless transience of heartbeats as the moon's feral pupil peers through keyholes in the clouds The Orpheus kiss is a crap shoot elevens showering sterling whispers of soft Tiffany roses from gentle arbors or twelves of black sky thundering bastard answers to unspoken prayers I may toss in subconscious unrest but deep in pulsing ether the pristine artery to salvation sweetly beseeches like an incandescent porthole the siren lure of morning from...

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Orpheus and Eurydice Come by,allow me to rest my knees on those sinewy thighs! I do not feel like feeding my mortal body! Just want your love to flood my eternal, starving soul. In my loneliness~ thoughts of you crash my thoughts, endlessly! Like an empty seashore thirsting for crests of cool water..you... My musical love partner!  Flood this immutable soul and then, With tender love and with satiated...

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Orpheus' long, slow, crawl out of Hell Has left him nothing -- not even himself! Long had he traveled, sorrowing, with his bride, and many terrors endured, and now Unslings his lyre, and looks at her too soon!* He rushes back... she meets him... calm... forbidding... "Eurydice, My Love, so sad, your gaze... Come quickly, ere the shadows form, and take you......

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How beautiful the music that he made; his lilting song was carried by the breeze and waves of water, and the lyre he played sent all the birds to singing in the trees. All creatures of the forest he entranced. The magic of his song made them alert, and even rocks nearby the rivers danced, and thus, a river’s course he could...

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O my beloved, I hear you in my grave. R omantic notes from thy lire trickle through P proud rock now hollow from thy magic. H owI long to feel thy hand on my cold breast. E ven as I speak, they plot to kill you. U tree envy of thy mythical, poetic, prophetic skills S trenghten/ their resolve. I await...

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My name is simply Orpheus, Could you be my Eurydice? What curse the parent of this fuss? Tear blinded, yet I feel you there, My eyes like pools of saltern sea, For I hear wind sing in your hair, Vibrating strands, chords on my lyre, That charms the bitterness in me, And still can set...

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Last night I believed I saw three Witch Beings relent and cast down from their winter moon Orpheus, free riding. Happy all he was with his magical lyre. Not trapped with bereavements of old, no lures set with any crying, he called to me. His sun-gold limbs were elegant intact. Feet swift where night wind took him. Blood...

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O cruel marraige, That dost join souls, And tear them apart, By serpent's tongue, Today, on Heaven's Eve. Dead! O Apollo, mourn, Your daughter is dead, And I with divine tongue, Sing to mortal ears. But no more... My song is choked. By these selfsame tears, That once happiness evoked, Now locked in bitter mourning, Through the twilight's final flame, Having thy deathbed soaked, All in vain... Eurydice? Is it but passion's fire, That I...

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There was a man named Orpheus, Talented was he, Playing the lyre so sweetly, For everyone to see. He met a girl named Eurydice, And married her soon after, Unfortunate for them, They didn't live happily ever after. Eurydice was killed by a snake, This situation was not a mistake, For Orpheus alone, was not his tone, It was just heartbreaking. Eurydice was sent to the underworld, And...

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