Mythology Poems
1 - persephone
by kat kat
coming of age they say
is a transformation
from a bud to a blossom
but it can also be taken
snatched
swallowed by a hole in the ground
and i fell into its depths
to join the land of the dead
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Hymn to Apollo
by Callimachus
What force, what sudden impulse thus can make
The laurel-branch, and all the temple shake!
Depart ye souls profane; hence, hence! O fly
Far from this holy place! Apollo's nigh;
He knocks with gentle foot; The Delian palm
Submissive bends, and breathes a sweeter balm:
Soft swans, high hov'ring catch the auspicious sign,
Wave their white wings, and pour their notes divine.
Ye bolts fly back; ye brazen doors expand,
Leap from your hinges, Phoebus is at hand.
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Pure Myth: Wukong 古风·悟空（Ⅰ）
by Yayu Uppsurya
翻江倒海我为尊，金箍棒下镇妖氛。
腾云驾雾翻四海，火眼金睛辨假真。
取经九九多磨难，初心不缘天命魂。
笑看群魔无生路，斗战胜佛名永存！
Theseus and Ariadne
by Edward Robeson Taylor
Within the labyrinth's depths the Minotaur,
Slain by the sword she gave, lay stark and dead,
And with his finger following her thread
He issued forth to see the heavens once more.
Then Theseus swiftly from the hated shore
With Ariadne on his bosom fled,
Still hearing, as toward Naxos on they sped,
King Minos' cries above the ocean's roar.
Deep-nested in love's softest down they lay
When she to him: 'Through me alone thy way
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The Greats
by Tyler Morello
All artists strive to be like the Greats.
No shame in vying to be someone's Van Gogh,
Going, going, gone, Homer
with his Odysseys and Iliads
and to all, a million ears lent.
Just as Romans did to Antony in Caesar.
Shakespeare's sonnets sold out theatres,
but I grasp at the same words as he.
I pin them to the walls.
I paint them on the mirror.
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Pure Myth: Wukong 古风·悟空（Ⅰ）
by Yayu Uppsurya
翻江倒海我为尊，金箍棒下镇妖氛。
腾云驾雾翻四海，火眼金睛辨假真。
取经九九多磨难，初心不缘天命魂。
笑看群魔无生路，斗战胜佛名永存！
sisyphus
by Sirena V
every day, i'm heading closer;
life forcing me to push my own heavy boulder.
stuck in an endless loop like sisyphus;
feeling tortured on this earthly abyss.
i did not expect for life to be like this.
Daedalus
by Chris Wind
I thought you would’ve learned–
all of you at Los Alamos,
and the rest of you
all over the world.
why was my story saved?
why is it told and retold
if not for that?
do you see in it
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The Greats
by Tyler Morello
All artists strive to be like the Greats.
No shame in vying to be someone's Van Gogh,
Going, going, gone, Homer
with his Odysseys and Iliads
and to all, a million ears lent.
Just as Romans did to Antony in Caesar.
Shakespeare's sonnets sold out theatres,
but I grasp at the same words as he.
I pin them to the walls.
I paint them on the mirror.
......
Metamodern Tantalus
by Tyler Morello
"It's alright to feel behind,"
What they told me when they learned
I had never slept with anyone.
"You're not missing out on anything, really.
Not the electric rush of skin on skin,
Not the satisfaction of man's most primal urge,
Certainly not the burning of carnal fuel
And the fumes that follow,
No, none of that is quite important.
You just keep doing you."
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