Mythg Poems

Mythg poems bring the best collection of short and long mythg poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great mythg rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these mythg poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on mythg are here for you.

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

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Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

Silence Pays

Silence Pays short poem

Silence Pays God loves without bias He is the most secular, Never ceases loving In His duty He is regular. He is nether deaf Nor He is sightless He listens to all But prefers stillness. He looks at all his

Crystal Visions

Crystal Visions short poem

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

The Retro Love

The Retro Love short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my

Bitten

Bitten short poem

Brazen glass moon like ice eyes Fever in the chill of her gothic mask Bitten by a creature of moonlight Bitten and stung by her fire and touch I am in the corridors of wet pain Covens laugh in the

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Sunsets

Sunsets short poem

What I would give to be able to let this feeling go to share my thoughts with you
 so that there is nothing you wouldn’t know to have my mind bare for your heart to feel and my words raw


Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

God’s Newest Angel

Gods Newest Angel short poem

God, my baby came to live with you And she left some things behind. The pink brush, it was her favorite I would brush her hair before bed nightly. She is going to be scared God. Could you have an

Twisted Angel

Twisted Angel short poem

She is like the vastness of the earth, so confusing, Her beauty is fatal, her heart fierce, her body delicious, Many not withholding, in love Cause it’s a battle worth fighting for, She is the Angel their mom said to

The Spark

The Spark short poem

within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out

C’mon Buddy

Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

Tomorrow People

Tomorrow People long poem

I planted a single seed left long ago In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil In the game of life your time is very brief try turning over a brand new leaf many people today seem so

Rebel In Plain Sight

Rebel In Plain Sight short poem

Let your wings flutter for a while, you may walk,run or crawl but not to give a cry Shimmering stars will flirt with the young night but you may resist to hide in plain sight. The constant clutter of your

A Musical Voyage

A Musical Voyage short poem

Your mind can trap you, in places you don’t want to be But music I have found, can always set you free Music can make you regal, a person of royalty Or the petal of a fragrant flower, the life

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a

Words Unexpressed

Words Unexpressed short poem

With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.

A Big Shock In A Small Heart

A Big Shock In A Small Heart prose poem

In a small heart A big vacuum to be bared Burden and feelings of things shake it Sometimes by a cyclone The day begins in dawn And gets up in morning It exists with hopes On the way to noon

Small Windows

Small Windows short poem

This road trip to moon will not end through the shards of shattered, small prints of sleep. A ravaged nest lived behind tomorrow in necklace of past apologies. Hanging by fan was ending of today. We talked of dirty nights

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

Animated Sea

Animated Sea short poem

Glowing sea tries to touch the sky, again and again, As I appeal for your love even in inevitable constrain. Endless sea merges with sky far away from the earth, Just like our souls amalgamate with eternal love and mirth.

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Rain

Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Balanced Spectacle

Balanced Spectacle short poem

Like trees bend In the wind To protect the roots that hold The soil still and mold Be flexible Balanced spectacle Flow with the breeze Remain at ease Protect your steps Never collapse Flexibility is a must With a life

Untill I Arrive

Untill I Arrive short poem

Stunning yourself, after setting ablaze, circumbulating the tied down god in center, you start a death dance for the wasted limbs. How far the self-immolation was justified for the young pond of hyacinths? And as I moved away from this

The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

A Great Poetess

A Great Poetess long poem

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

Tulsi Roots

Tulsi Roots long poem

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri

Missing Friends

Missing Friends ballad

I can’t remember feeling so incomplete… Time and distance are a void… Where there was you. Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself Groping in twilight revelation. We’re sojourners on a trek Spirits compelled to give and share. Trading smiles we’ll

Who Are They

Who Are They long poem

In the silence of night In the brightness of day I often wonder who are they Who being miles away Touch my heart touch my soul Touch my life Touch my very existence From that long distance Each morning, each

Past

Past short poem

Recalling our happy times in our past days, They aren’t as joyful as they were back then. Wanting to go back, And live the days of our youth. Only to deepen the wound more, As we try to remember. The

Crucifixion

Crucifixion prose poem

On Christmas, Hegel smiles; No year stands up unless a year dies. No butterfly flies up, unless a cocoon is torn out. Crucifixion, dear gentlemen, is the ultimate dialect in the forest of a boring time. Crucifixion, dear ladies, is

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

Writing On The Wall

Writing On The Wall prose poem

The day I was born written was the day I would burn The day I went to school written was the fate of what I churn The day I got married written where I am destined The day I retired

Destiny

Destiny short poem

My soul desires to get there, It won’t be by fate I think, To keep my ways clean, Yes I long to get there, Will you make it my better half? They say chosen few will make it there, I

Why Ponder Thus. . . ?

Why Ponder Thus. . . ? short poem

As I ponder upon thee, The future to foresee, Nigh that shore, was meant to be Since days of yore, mine destiny, Waiting to embark, for many before, Hating, dropped and left each oar. And what would be this living

Six Feet Under

Six Feet Under elegy

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest