Short Artemis Poems
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The four brave souls on Artemis II
Flew far away right out of view
The dark side of the moon they did see
They hit a snag when they tried to wee
But no problem if they needed to poo.
Staring, smirking, salivating men
You are the bane of my existence
How dare you defile my temple with your lustful eyes
I await the day where I get my chance
To unleash my wrath, gifted from Artemis
Ascending out of Zeus
Apollo's twin sister
Also rules many realms
Among them, wildlife, moon
An eternal virgin
A very skilled hunter
Able in shape-shifting
2-20-2022
Example For Contest
Blundering over garments for the party Artemis Fowl begrudges the night, he calls like wild wolves that have become one, the books to be read, are soreness in mud, like dirty old cars sitting in a lot, procuring new demons from bibles afoot.
Some wildness runs in Artemis
As silver streaks in a jet of coal-black hair
This beauty wrought to tempt a man
Is by her lesbian air a beauty wasted
Her eyes to thine reflect a dream
Where senses numb and leave the lips untasted
A journey landing in December
Road to the Moon of wonder
Trip of four to remember
East of Eden fonder
Milestone is in the offing
Instilled dream becomes a happening
Strobe lights showing and playing
Second-scheduled mission, but first crewed...
she travels like a silver mirror
across the midnight sky
her lights play hid and seek
within the foggy forest pines
the rotten stumps do seem to swoon
as crickets present to her their tunes
and blackbirds worship as she passes
down behind the mountain grove
With a beautiful glowing face
And a red lip line
Eyes, brushed with smoky grey foam
Stands a girl, with stars all blown
Into a splendid silver gown
Turning the dust into angelic wings
Showering light all through the spring
Makes the little moon, all
Mystery to me.
Great Pyramid Of Giza
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon
Temple Of Artemis
Statue Of Zeus At Olympia
Mausoleum At Halicanassus
Colossus Of Rhodes
Lighthouse Of Alexandria
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Compiled by;chipepo lwele
PS;The reminder of the 7 Wonders Of
The Ancient World.
A twin -the brother of
Artemis, and the most
Attractive god was he.
Also god of music,
Archery, healing, plague
And light, he was nicknamed
“Averter of evil.”
March 4, 2022
for Joseph May's Greek Mythology Poetry Contest
7 lines of 6 syllables for a total of 42 (as checked by Howmanysyllables.com)
Failure to say that yes, His Beauty, shall thrust it's sickle
Into her earth soon there after convulsing their solar stars
Angel food cake latter day rains a new manna cannibals await
Carnelian this evil dead of ancient tombs these shuttered moons
Raging flames, inside hell's pain and carrion, they'll awake ? Artemis.
Form:
Is she Artemis when she shoots, going back to her roots? Or Aphrodite when men fall without shoots, or benevolent Athena when she steps on the field, prepared for war in her boots. Unequaled and unchallenged, dominance assure with Nike carrying her on wings victory, a born winner without a spinner; chance is not her inner. She is Alex Morgan, original and free; All the things women strive to be.
Great Pyramid of Giza
it's old
I'm told
Hanging Gardens of Babylon
divine
grape vine
Statue of Zeus at Olympia
god king
stirring
Temple of Artemis at Ephesus
god mom
the bomb
Mausoleum at Halicarnassus
big tomb
much room
Colossus of Rhodes
big man
bronze tan
Lighthouse of Alexandria
took dunk
went plunk
A spaceship named after a Greek goddess
Roars with a fiery glow
She was the goddess of the moon
As well as a huntress with a bow
A mission to the moon after many years
But they will not land on the moon
It's a test run for a later mission
Which will be soon
Artemis pulls back her bow
as a spaceship zooms through the sky
The heavens put on a show
As Zeus roars from on high
You mere mortals I have told repeatedly.
We gods and goddesses on Mt. Olympus
want to be known by our true identity.
I have already approached you about this.
I’m the moon goddess; “Artemis” is my name.
Perhaps Helios should consume you with flame.
If I hear any of you call me “Selene”,
I will have to do something very obscene.
Robert Pettit for Nette’s “Into The Mood of Imagery” contest.
scarcely noted tinge of moribund intent
in stealth advances to dull selene’s
full aspect with penumbral shade
luna’s wizened glow, its fate assured,
in grim surrender—stolid umbra
spreads somber cloak of death
benighted orb, a wound erupts,
suffused with crimson, yet artemis endures—
poets’ pens stilled by mid-april’s red moon
4th Place - Red Moon Contest
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There’s nothing goddess-like
about those moonbeams
silver glowing arch
not of your back
soft and inviting
but of your bow
cold and piercing
silent slayer.
There’s nothing to adore
within your face
gleaned from marble
glossed immortality
as you condemn with
opal eyes.
There’s everything wrong
with my animal lust
stag in mating season
wanting your body
more than life itself
denied by your
virginal lock.
ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
as his courageous kindness
floated on within his demise
and all I could do was stare panic stricken
through the small window's cruelness
as the white speck of my friend
became more and more surrounded
by the blackness of space
far removed from everything that existed
and I wondered if Donaldson would
explore the universe forever
Flying back from the moon
was the Artemis crew.
Even with a broken toilet,
they were able to make do (do).
But in a scene that was out
of a Star Wars movie,
they took a phone call
from the POTUS: Obese-Wan Kenobi.
It was a training exercise
that broke all the norms:
prepping astronauts if they meet
less intelligent life-forms.
Kudos to the Artemis crew.
They sure knew how to impress,
and handled themselves well
while chatting with His A-Holiness!
Five months, and a flower blossomed
Artemis' prayers chanted at the lighted moon
A spirit entered your home,you won't go back
Who is she? A god or a demon
You hate her and love her
So much suffering drunk your mind
So many alters no one will find the core
Remember its all for a better world
Lead will turn to gold and men to gods
Nothing can stop them
Its all written, no one will find you Judy
May the holy spirit fight for you
Good bye, my love
And hail to the brave new world