Pegasus Poems - Poems about Pegasus

keen weapon of zeus born from neck of medusa pegasus triumph...

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so now is the time to be courageous ...

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The angelic beast of Pegasus flew over the land of PoetrySoup where he hit some turbulence and lost some feathers The poets would take up with feathers and make writing quills with them and from that day poetry changed forever Poems would be richer in metaphors and abundant in alliterations imagery would be ripe And rhyming would be rich The magical quills of Pegasus feathers performed...

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Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born. It will open its eyes to be called ungodly; Yet, through a mother's eyes, it is beautiful. The way it steps timidly on unsteady legs, Is just so perfect for a mother to see; Whereas others would see only abomination— They fear what they do not know. And though this creature...

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Near Living Waters a bond is Forged Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords, Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way, Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!!...

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Pegasus symbol intrigued me as a child, maybe it was fate. Loving it without knowing Greek mythology or the story behind it. There was something about Pegasus that made me feel great Inspiration for artists makes sense as I create projects with daily wit. He also gives power to heroes, so that fits in well too. Heroes are everywhere,...

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Pegasus in jubilation Earmarks it’s own constellation The unique winged horse from heaven Statue at Salzburg, earth haven No wonder, son of Poseidon 06-October-2021 A Notable Horse Poetry Contest Sponsor: Robert James Liguori ...

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Once a milky winged stallion, I mistook you for an angel. I believed your majestic prowess. Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot. Once the sparkling points of night, I mistook you for sky magic. I believed immortal your cosmos, your dazzling namesake array. Then your avatar sold oil. I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps. I witnessed the curse of your...

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MOUNT YOUR PEGASUS (dedicated to the Bezos crew 77/20/2021)) To stay forever beautiful and young and ride across the windows of the sky on wings of Pegasus, of which is sung the merry nine of Zeus, who never die; their words are flowing still, from every heart who writes a rhyme or reason with the pen, perchance to shape the world, or...

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Those directions that lead to the opposite of end, riding those chosen ways just around the bend. The deja vu of unsolved issue in mystery, the rooting out in quest of truth, to please destiny. Seeming different scenarios to please the image, the shades of the mental eye and ego’s damage. The self of self not aware and its references, true responsibilities...

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Daydreaming With will unwavering Riding a robust horse Pakshiraj or Pegasus The winning force Empowers one to reach the distant shore Sky height unforeseen before But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned Fading dream-flower crumbles or Die in the bud. Dreams of the night Are often haphazard, delinked Flashes from the recently viewed scenes Or distorted pieces from life’s...

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Daydreaming With will unwavering Riding a robust horse Pakshiraj or Pegasus The winning force Empowers one to reach the distant shore Sky height unforeseen before But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned Fading dream-flower crumbles or Die in the bud. Dreams of the night Are often haphazard, delinked Flashes from the recently viewed scenes Or distorted pieces from life’s...

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When the sunlight dies and it’s time for the moon to rise, a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies witnessing your enchanting tired eyes he knows, he knows your wings are weak and your dreams are too big, making his eyes go bleak he sees you every day, every night under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight sees your knees weak, palms sweaty eyes...

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Pegasus, the myth, seems amazing I'd agree Something no doubt, it would be great to see A winged horse that flies Is hard to chastise But I'd not want him, directly above me!...

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Born from the neck of his beheaded mother, as her blood soaked the ground, he rose and soared from the gore, a beautiful winged stallion most wondrous and divine among all horses. White – completely white - his wings were that of an angel, and this amazing creature, by soaring to the heavens, transcended the mundane by setting free his mother’s tortured soul. Through...

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