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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

White rush, wings and flesh
Hearts beat fast in lust and ******
Godseeds in the eggs


This poem is inspired by the myth of Leda and Zeus
Mythology will always have a place in my heart!
I may turn this also into a series, I'll let you all know when I do!
Be back soon with more!
Much love
Lyn 💜
kiran goswami Jun 2020
He enjoys listening to me,
but hardly understands or believes
what I tell him.
I think for him,
I am nothing but mythology.
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
I dreamt of draupadi,
birthed by fire
foot on black coals
smoldering
face smothered
soot
an offering vengeance -
mocked, name soiled
a scapegoat for war
because of a purpose
dictated by her father,
for laughter imaged from her lips
a blame only a man or five,
a few producers, even,
can shift to a woman.
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
I was burnt to the core,
In the seething sun's fire.
There was ash all across
Aloft eccentricities' desire.
Sprawling nebulae of blue,
Lasting more than a flicker.
It was light years, I flew,
Mad lust, none did figure.
Fierce love for the ball
And the fire in it raging.
As I crashed at my fall,
Just to rise as an aching.
Blackened coal, elemental
Ashen gray, smeared rife.
Thus I ran, and fell waning
And wax, till exited ..  life.
Icarus flew too close to the sun. The aphorism portrayed here, mildly takes inspiration from the Greek mythology.
Gia M Jun 2020
When Prometheus stole fire from the gods,
I know he placed some in your eyes
Eyes that are piercing,
fiery, 
ardent, 
and melting away:
the worries in my heart,
the thoughts in my head,
the fears embedded in me.
Eyes that pierced through the windows of my soul
Now, I am cut open.
With one gaze, 
one touch   —
a touch deeper than skin.
Ah! My defences are down,
Ah! My lover,
You have touched me, 
closely,
intimately, 
beautifully.
This intensity can feel your fire 
We are only human,
but together   —  you and I
We can be gods!
LIGHT May 2020
in all of my life
of not taking advice
i shot at the stars
and they all fell down

as good intentioned was i,
in the blink of an eye,
the gods were all silent
as they all hit the ground

an honest mistake
i distinguished too late
for the seas were ablaze
and in the ashes i drowned

now i wander the skies
ignited for all of time
until the cycle repeats
for a new Earth i found
the first poem in my rough draft collection
MP Martinez May 2020
rose-tainted lips
what does the pomegranate taste?
you born with crown upon your head
choose the darkness instead



flowers upon your wake
wilted as you walk ahead
yet only the pomegranate remains
standing tall with arms spread



oh dearest Persephone my goddess
didn't you know you had been deceived?
the seeds you ate tasted so sweet
was just a trap, a sin for you to commit



what really bind you two wasn't love
but the fruit that bore his darkest desire
desire to have you by his side
the warmth that his world never had
and the pomegranate laugh
Greek mythology inspired.. Hey I'm back
Marion Clarke May 2020
You are my first line
I am Echo
And I know what it is to be
Addicted
To a voice I’ve never heard
As I recite your words in my head
I wonder how it is
If I don’t know you
That I know that you wish
You’d never been in love.

I would be your knight
If you’d just
Put down
Your sword
But armour is like skin
Worn long enough
And peeled away
There are only bones underneath
I would never force you to be raw
To satisfy my hero complex.

The distance between us is a single breath
And you surround me
Like breathing
For you and I
We thrive in echoes
And meditate
On scars
But I will not cut you
Just to know
I am eternally written on your skin
For you talk in ink
And I am only tapestry
Fearful
Of being undone.
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