Short Myths Poems
Short Myths Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Myths by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Myths by length and keyword.
Love and loyalty,
You curve about my finger,
A swell of fervor.
I am the descendant
of the myths
I am a Fae
mischievous and playful
I am a Goblin
crafty and clever
I am a Nymph
protector of the woods
as much as id like to be
these things i will never be fully
I am the descendant
of the myths
I am a Fae
mischievous and playful
I am a Goblin
crafty and clever
I am a Nymph
protector of the woods
as much as id like to be
these things i will never be fully
how many days will it take,
for these chains to break?
how many tears will be shed,
before ido not toss in my bed?
how many toads will i kiss,
before my prince charming comes?
"dreans come true",
"patience is a virtue".
myths,myths.
i wonder, what is a true myth?
Form:
I vaticinate through cypress
prognosticator of folklore
brewing indwelling woodcraft
dasyure and platypus
our unvalued birthright
gnaw at cassiterite
sunburn on cycadophyta
an acherontic turmoil
you , ceres
lent nonlexical rhyme
reform this crisis !
always
evermore
peaceably
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Deflecting the light,
you stand in dark,
to find the truth.
To find the truth,
you stand in dark,
deflecting the light.
The numbers had failed.
The numbers. A prayer
for my zero.
For my zero, I walked
whole life.
Whole life. Zero.
Pardon my dust,
I was collecting
for my black hole.
From dust to dust.
Satish Verma
If we acknowledge Mother Earth,
How is it we discount her daughters?
If might doesn't make right,
What have we left out of the world?
What do we make of this world… that was made for us?
If we look up to Father Sky,
Is that why we look down on Mother Earth?
Or have we put words in the mouth of the wind,
When we mouth the words of our fathers?
Have we not learned from whence they came?
In shadow
larger than the life
she has been led to live
a treasure trove
of secrets and myths
*The Women's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets
By Barbara G Walker
5/6/2019
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Crossing the divine,
I ask the marigolds
to return to the dust.
The gods were angry,
and dead would not speak
and the living were dead.
I am now heading towards?
the mute bells, disbelieving?
the great enlightment.
Rebuilding what was not true.
A dream will start telling
the price of the inflicted wounds.
I am not sure:
who were at fault.
The letters ?
or the words ?
Satish Verma
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Of Myths and Measures
David J Walker
I could read them in the clouds
As if printing on ether was possible
Reflections of
Heaven on earth
Changing
Rearranging the true
And interesting hue of
Everyday life
Myths are more interesting
Said Father to a neighbor
Both having read
The same Morning paper
feeding addictions
of caffeine and nicotine
A morning routine of
Myths and measures