Short Myth Poems
Short Myth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Myth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Myth by length and keyword.
Freeing the myth,
begotten to dream
Ramparts to crumble
—Sorcerer’s scheme
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
I know a maiden
Whom remains hidden where all
Sacred knowledge turns
Into a lake she swims in
With elemental spirits.
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
Stardust lay o'ver demon who had lost a gleeman
Shadowy as nightfall, haunted like vile downfall
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Some
say
science
is all fact,
without assumptions-
the myth with a long pedigree.
When you sneeze 1 time, you're smart,
When you sneeze 2 times you're intelligent,
When you sneeze 3 times you're a genius.
Dana, Mother of the Gods,
Revered, Loved, Heart-felt,
Myth or Legend?
What matter is that?
Caliginous eyes
Fearsome face of sickly white
Lion-headed snake
Embellished in his shadows
With flaming orange beneath
A
Dragon
Cannot play
Harmonica
Trying one melted
His own mouth harp
To liquid
Metal
Pool.
He knew her well in his youth.
She was refined, he uncouth.
Maiden so fair
now see her there
drowning in his gin/vermouth
Because things ...
Fade whenever obsolescence,;
Because forever, just a myth.
I thought ..
Spill my heart now in flower.
Behind everyone lies a story
To those unwilling to unveil,
To the heart of the free
Bones buried in the closet labeled, past
Dragon wisdom’s curious;
centuries of it, possessed;
But, in the world of humans;
Haphazard, useless.
You
Will not
See dragons
Smoking any
Cigarettes; they can
Incinerate
One just by
Lighting
It.
Mythical creatures
Slain by likeminded people
To those asking now
Were they all just a legend
And if not, where have they gone
Highland whispers, echoes of innocence
Noble virtues of man, bereft of insolence
Highland whispers... life's pristine existence.
I vanquish giants with gruff hammer - Thor tough like mom's fried liver
Monoku composed August 28, 2020
January twenty-fifth
silver locks idle talk with
age comes wisdom an old myth
a dance holding firmly fixed walker
1/18/2020
In the eye’s corner
Fluttering in photographs
Psychopomps gather
Watching for the autumn’s fall
Listening to poetry
by Gail
Faith
Belief
Conviction
Reality true,
In mind’s eye can see,
No longer a dream or myth.
“A bridge across the gulf of death.”
Form:
Free Will is a myth.
Free Will does not exist.
The choices we make are greatly influenced,
by our moment to moment life experience.
anger in your eyes
crimson are your lips
ivory is your skin
sweet is your sin
smooth are your hips
Bitter bitter are your lies
I
Hope dances in sparkling terms
II
Dashed justice equals ascerbic lives
III
Hope sparkles like false diamonds in South Africa
Call me an old-fashioned fool,
Call me an inquisitive fellow,
But why is the sun now all white,
When it always used to be yellow?
Elvin dreams are magic scenes;
A play performed on mind-screen;
Manifesting miracles;
Elves work Earth magic.