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Poem Details | by Andreanna Escamilla |
Categories: death, fantasy, grave, imagery, mythology,

Reanimation Damnation

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 Keith Trestrail |
Categories: death, mythology,

The Gates Below

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 george seal |
Categories: mythology,

Life and Death

   An old bird dies and from it's ashes rise a phoenix.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: culture, dark, death, evil, fear, mythology, truth,

Vampires

Transylvanian
Tourist guides show Vlad's castle.
Vampires are not real.


Poem Details | by A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories: death, mythology,

Oedipus

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,

The Promise

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 Mark Toney |
Categories: death, mythology, tree,

800-Year-Old Tree

Maori legend
twisted pohutukawa-
the place of leaping

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: bereavement, inspiration, leaving, muse, mythology,

To Calliope, Chief of the Nine Muses

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

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 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,

cerulean loss

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 Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: angel, dark, death, horror, horse, mythology,

Black Carriage

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 A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories: death, jealousy, love, mythology,

Hyacinth

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,

The Gods are Against Me

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,

The Sunset Watchers

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,

Locked-in syndrome

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 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,

Charon's obol

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 Glenn Tilton |
Categories: animal, bereavement, child, childhood, mystery, mythology, scary,

The Green Eye Monster

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, 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,

Introduction

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 Vee Bdosa |
Categories: absence, angst, art, creation, emotions, grave, history, imagination, immigration, inspiration, mystery, mythology, nostalgia, race, religious, society, spiritual,

CIL MAOLCHEADAIR

    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 Robert Andrew Lyle |
Categories: dark, death, fear, ireland, mythology, night,

Banshee

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 arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, imagery, introspection, mythology, symbolism,

The Sparrows Sword

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 Lyon Brave |
Categories: age, birth, death, growth, history, mythology, philosophy,

THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE

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,

Bigfoot's Battle

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

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

Poem Details | by Faith Follower |
Categories: celebration, death, evil, fantasy, halloween, mythology, religious,

The Queen of Dark Madness

She was the crowned Queen of the darkness,
With her all fables and evil lore,
Those Halloween tales and madness,
And all that blood,legends,guts and gore.

                      But
                          Really

T'Is the night for the souls of the dead,
Holy prayers on our knees are said,
As we share our pain, grief and our love,
We send thoughts to those who rest above.