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Poem Details | by
Andreanna Escamilla |
Categories:
death, fantasy, grave, imagery, mythology,
Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
brother, death, father, mother, mythology, prayer, sister,
With raised sword and shield,
The Norseman yells to Odin
The Viking Death Prayer*
* The Viking Death Prayer
Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.
Poem Details | by
Keith Trestrail |
Categories:
death, mythology,
Beyond this realm to Cerberus below
the buried to the entrance gate are led;
unto Acheron - great river of woe -
to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive -
a fare lest you be trapped between two worlds;
allowed to enter but never to leave
where the waters of oblivion purls,
where Furies follow and Hounds guard the gate
and souls are judged in Hades's deathless reign;
to wander the Styx and Lethe in wait
till rulers of gods and men part us twain.
The pit of Tartarus where the soul yields
or sweet blissful isles of Elysian Fields.
May 2012
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
culture, dark, death, evil, fear, mythology, truth,
Transylvanian
Tourist guides show Vlad's castle.
Vampires are not real.
Poem Details | by
george seal |
Categories:
mythology,
An old bird dies and from it's ashes rise a phoenix.
Poem Details | by
A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories:
death, mythology,
On dusty roads he meets
a fearsome beast who speaks
in circles and rhymes and beats
"But Is man not the solution to the
problems he seeks?"
Now he's the hero with a throne to claim
Beside the wayside where his father is slain
And upon them the truth heavy was lain
He discovers his lady mother's neck in a chain
Upon what rocks have thee dashed thy dreams?
To what end do you escape her screams?
Driven the sight from your sore eyes
Hide ye not from the truth with more lies
Poem Details | by
ness tillson |
Categories:
bible, christian, christmas, courage, creation, death, god, metaphor, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poems, psychological, spiritual, wisdom,
When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.
more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Poem Details | by
Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
bereavement, inspiration, leaving, muse, mythology,
My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath
who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O Calliope!?" I yell;
her leaving brings about such woe
and inexpressible sorrow
that's too profound, too deep to tell:
I pray to Zeus I'll never know
this Melancholia of hell!
My muse sighs and takes leave of me,—
I yell, "Why go, O Calliope!?"
Poem Details | by
Kyle Casker |
Categories:
death, mythology, sun, voyage,
Winter is Coming, of course this is known.
Dark skies draw near and the birds have flown.
The nights grow shiverous, dark, and wet
While Sol (Saw-L) nestles in Horizon’s net.
Baratheon suffers the pass of a King
but perhaps his fall was less than a sting
and a new ruler takes place, whom you wish not rein.
Lannisters do not fret from most threats
They know Winter is Coming .
High and Honor is the Falcon’s Wing.
Forces of Vale to defend Robin.
Mysterious sights appear upset.
White walkers return, not many have met.
Bloody Snow soon soils the spring.
Winter is coming death it will ring.
Poem Details | by
Mark Toney |
Categories:
death, mythology, tree,
Maori legend
twisted pohutukawa-
the place of leaping
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
angel, dark, death, horror, horse, mythology,
Death's dark angel
Black carriage drives
Collecting lives
Final rewards
The carriage has
Matching horses
Pulling courses
All of them black
Death follows you
All of your life
Toil and strife
Can't escape Him
When it's their time
They all object
There's no respect
Everyone dies
Thanatos rides
The Banshees cry
Valkyries fly
None of them care
Mark Halliday
Ride a Pathya Vat contest - Carriage theme
5 Aug 2014
Poem Details | by
Samuel Robinson |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, blue, boat, dark, death, girl, god, image, loss, love, mythology, natural disasters, nature, romantic, sad love, sea, sorrow, storm, water,
her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...
Poem Details | by
A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories:
death, jealousy, love, mythology,
He stole the heart of the Sun
Charmed the western wind
Then on a whim
He played a game with them
at the greatest cost
It was a terrible fight
For by jealousy's might
And the discus's flight
Hyacinth's life was lost
Poem Details | by
Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories:
anger, cry, death, mythology, sky,
With the weight of the world upon my shoulders,
Like Atlas doomed to uphold the Sky
Or Sisyphus and his boulder-
On Pegasus to thither fly?
The Minotaur and its Maze,
Medusa and her stony gaze,
Aries in a monstrous rage,
As Hades steals my Soul to die
Prometheus, who gave us fire,
Apollo and his golden Lyre,
Hera and her jealous ire,
And Zeus, who ignores my cries!
Poem Details | by
Geoffrey Best |
Categories:
age, allegory, creation, death, history, mythology, vacation,
There was an old sort of people that once took to the beach
These old sort lived the beach and waited for the sunset
They were old as time itself for they never aged
They were of the beach and the beach was of them
They watched every sunset from time began
It was there eyes that made the sunset come and it was there sleep that brought about the night
They forever watched and always kept everyday holy
One day it was late and they were waiting for the sunset
It did not come and they wept
They disappeared into the night and were never seen again
Poem Details | by
Giles Scott |
Categories:
confusion, death, god, health, heaven, mythology, nonsense,
The Heaven that Christians foresee
Sounds utterly ghastly to me:
Without touch, taste or speech,
Loved ones just out of reach….
“Locked-in Syndrome” for Eternity!
Poem Details | by
Glenn Tilton |
Categories:
animal, bereavement, child, childhood, mystery, mythology, scary,
The green eyed monster is under the bed,
Hopefully it is just in my head!
Now it's in the closet,
Right now I wish it would be struck by a comet.
The green eyed monster is under the bed,
But I know it is just in my head.
Poem Details | by
Miche Ulman |
Categories:
absence, addiction, birth, change, confusion, dark, death, eulogy, fear, flying, horror, leaving, life, longing, magic, mystery, mythology, pain, self, senses, suicide, voyage,
In the shadow, behind the tree,
on the meadow, bend your knee,
down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,
hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,
dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,
no chance given, could you tell,
on a knife-edge, head or tail?
Poem Details | by
Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
absence, angst, art, creation, emotions, grave, history, imagination, immigration, inspiration, mystery, mythology, nostalgia, race, religious, society, spiritual,
CIL MAOLCHEADAIR (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;
she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;
and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;
and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Poem Details | by
Miche Ulman |
Categories:
absence, adventure, betrayal, body, books, change, character, conflict, confusion, courage, creation, culture, dark, death, dream, evil, farewell, freedom, history, imagination, inspiration, life, magic, mirror, murder, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poetry, self, senses, sin, society, symbolism, travel, visionary, wisdom,
hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.
angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.
Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
art, death, imagery, introspection, mythology, symbolism,
As I lick the blood of battle
Mighty sword glistening in the scorching sun
My arm slowly lays it to the ground
Falling, I stare blankly, up to the sky
Dead
All battles now won
Love lost long ago
Poem Details | by
Robert Andrew Lyle |
Categories:
dark, death, fear, ireland, mythology, night,
The Banshee sang its mournful song
Upon the night time air
To take souls to the other world
Who went it didn’t care
Whoever heard its dreadful wail
Would be the first to leave
But many more would follow
From the Banshee no reprieve
All the doors around were locked
To keep the people well
But surely as the Banshee knocked
Soon some would be in Hell
Don’t walk afar on these dark nights
But if you have to Please……..
Be wary of the Banshee song
As it goes singing through the trees
Poem Details | by
Lyon Brave |
Categories:
age, birth, death, growth, history, mythology, philosophy,
Is preparing us for the day we die.
I understand it’s a gorgeous day outside.
Change is not an illusion.
The basic substance is water.
Opposites create each other.
We start chained in this cave facing forward.
Some turn around so something new can exist.
Potential energy is a battery.
There are no absolutes. In theory
this is a guess or leap of faith.
We all face the same issues
an increase of population.
Return home through the aid of others.
Our enemies are close and swear to take revenge.
This is the same dialect as the ancient Greeks.
It is the right of an individual to reject society.
The trick is to be carefree and wise.
Poem Details | by
lucca lulu |
Categories:
anger, animal, betrayal, conflict, corruption, death, mythology,
The moon lit the gravel path guiding the way for Bigfoot
As he walked the ground shook like a number ten earthquake
The gorilla lay in his cage waiting for feeding time
As the man walked in whole he came out half
He escaped his cage and the battle begun
In the middle of the forest Bigfoot waited for the enemy to come
As the gorilla approached he stood on his hind legs
Bigfoot punched and the gorilla fought back
In the end Bigfoot won victory was his
As he stormed back to his cage he dragged his dead enemy with him
Poem Details | by
clara schnee |
Categories:
dark, death, evil, fear, mythology, pain, places,
On the banks of the River Sticks
I stand and stare
With my skin so open and bare
In a line formed of lost time
I stand on the banks of the River Sticks
Wondering why the fog is now so thick
Reaching closer the hand of death
And feeling his cold harsh killing breath
On the banks of the River Sticks
Lined up in rows of six
Crossing over to the other side
No place to run or hide
Hope to god he spares you skin
But only if you did not sin
On the banks of the River Sticks
All eternity feeling sick
My body sleeps forever to come
But my soul is crushed by death’s strong thumb
On the banks of the river sticks