Myths Poems

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

Sand And Sparrows

Sand And Sparrows prose poem

(1) On the road from Jerusalem, while echoes of the horn are still tearing down the walls of Jericho, I recline on a table of sand. Sparrows cry joyfully to me, in a space void of wedding ceremonies, picking up

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Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet, As you walk down a busy street; That office girl across the hall, Or someone’s partner at a ball; That dearest love now in your arms, Or song diva with haughty charms, Covered

Pink City

Pink City short poem

Burnt-out myths in the old city are stitching the lips of people. Pink walls smell like blood. Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless deity on throne. Marigolds are soaked in flowing tears. Innocent wheels riding against blast, stand still to

Mockingbirds

Mockingbirds short poem

Have-beens went into fury. Like silkworms, after the shock spinning the myths around them. Then the gossip will turn towards the words, locked in extra sensory awakening. The gametes move in a chasm, needling the pastoral scorn. From the barrel

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

Notions

Notions short poem

I thought you would walk behind, but you went ahead. I felt your place is at home, but you went to rule the world. I believed knowledge is my domain, but you invaded that terrain. I was conditioned to believe

Men Of Letters

Men Of Letters long poem

MEN OF LETTERS is a secret underground society, some say they’ve been around since the 1930’s, some say they go all the way back to the Knight Templars, all I know is that they still exist today but don’t ask

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution poetry books

Chew Lawrence would disclaim that his first collection is a body of metaphysical poetry, yet his poems are metaphysical in that they pose questions about the fundamental nature of reality and posits the poet’s tentative answers concerning it. Unlike the

Voyage To The Bottom Of This…

Voyage To The Bottom Of This... ballad

Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such

From The Eyes Of A Tourist

From The Eyes Of A Tourist long poem

It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When

Spyglass Of Love

Spyglass Of Love short poem

It’s a very subtle change in the words I find clues Even though it feels quite strange through a spyglass I see blue A very peculiar day unraveling pictures that haunt hue I sit on a boat and float away

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

Fate Of Humankind

Fate Of Humankind prose poem

We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in

Trapped Light

Trapped Light short poem

A proxy life I was fighting in the hourglass to open the pathways of a grain for a bloody birth of an idea. Was time faithful to us when we were drifting apart? A prowling big cat had again attacked

Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last short poem

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

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Beyond Change

Beyond Change short poem

It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why

In The Name Of…

In The Name Of... short poem

As innocents mouth your name and whisper of war, In twisted martyrdom you unwisely invest. Mortality will come knocking at your door, And terrified minds will be put to rest. All the killing in religion’s name, Will guarantee a swift

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

Contradictions

Contradictions short poem

You let me in But I don’t let go I tell too many secrets There’s things you won’t show I hide in your capillaries Yet demand of you, all I chip at your fortress But build up my own walls

Snakes

Snakes short poem

I’m sorry, terrified, I truly fear snakes. To kill one, I don’t have what it takes, Its bite I’ve never had through my veins, But my fragile thoughts with horror it stains. Its hiss, more louder in my ear than

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus short poem

The Legend of Procris and Cephalus. based on a painting in the London National gallery “A satyr mourns the death of a nymph “, painting by Pierro de Cosimo Who is this maiden sleeping here This beauty she is dead

Golden Mantle

Golden Mantle prose poem

Nature’s Marvel In the night sky, what should appear? A golden mantle created by a full harvest gold moon, as the reflective eye of an eagle, fluffy clouds in the shape of an eagle’s magnified head. Glowing golden moon beams

Anticipation And Inspiration

Anticipation And Inspiration short poem

Today I picked up my paper and pen, I sighed and put it back down again, I stared at the space in front of me, Blank right where my words should be. I tried but it was soon over and

A Lighter Sky

A Lighter Sky short poem

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten. I think I may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

Dot Of Life

Dot Of Life short poem

Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed

The Unusual Home Coming

The Unusual Home Coming prose poem

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

Misogynists

Misogynists short poem

They won’t let you go out They will simply shout Because you are a useless entity for them You have no emotions they feel But every glimpse of beauty from you they will steal You have no world of yours

Deep Roots

Deep Roots prose poem

Fathers are trees whose roots are so deep and strong that we cling to them for ever Eventually we get lost into them that gives a different pleasure Now when my father has gone far away from me desire of

I Loved A Man

I Loved A Man short poem

In the budding days of youth In the spring time of growing mind While dreaming of being a Woman I loved a Man Question do I pose myself Why did I love him? Thousand times answer echoes It was his

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

Love Sonnet 37

Love Sonnet 37 sonnet poems

Should love be out of mind once out of sight? My love has heart that always beats for me, For close to it am I, holding her tight, I figured this from Grey’s Anatomy; I gave her chocolates: fit for

Parallel Realities

Parallel Realities long poem

Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide

Invisible

Invisible long poem

Being invisible is like being a ghost Being a ghost is like not existing. The only one who can see you is your shadow Your companion who never leaves you But ignores you throughout the day. Somedays you have to

When She Appears Charming

When She Appears Charming ode

Her tranquility is soothing and comforting, When she is cross, she is exciting and retorting, Fascinating; a displeased beloved is charming, A miracle of cooling that ends in warming, The color of cheeks when becomes more pink, The latent call

Four Metaphors About The Moon

Four Metaphors About The Moon prose poem

I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams

Haiku Of Sound

Haiku Of Sound short poem

cool January soft sound of chattering teeth night of painful rest faint tunes of dew drops hazy February morn sun and transport wait first song of cuckoo melting snow of mountain tops a cool transition bees drone busily spring festival

Moon Awake

Moon Awake short poem

awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .

Inner Pains

Inner Pains prose poem

Steaming pain, Timing pays, Hate these days, Sadness In my brain, Why is there pain, In my veins, This must be the day, I admit my sins, I can’t do much, I get yelled at a lot, I get bad

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

Waves

Waves short poem

A train that once shipped sugar, from field to port, rattled, slow as a slave ship, through Antiguan hills, with elderly Americans, old money, all pearl chokers and Pringle sweaters, filling the front seats of the open top carriage, and