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Charles LaBauve Oct 2020
My fortune is broken
She continued to say

Abandon by luck
reflecting her days

The magic in ashes
Phoenix seemed strong

Threaded in pieces
But still holding on

Stun by Night
her eyes in a glaze

Chills bring dreams
of flying away

Poor Phoenix
Night carries on

Poor Phoenix
I too will be gone.
Phoenix and the Knight.
Story of life tragic events.
Coleen Mzarriz Sep 2020
I.
When I was born,
I was dead
In her womb I was bloodless.
It was Saturday,
and the moon is full.

II.
Summer nights
became a desert
the child in me
was a gatekeeper.
All that was left,
'til now I was dead.

III.
I grew apart
and my heart has swollen
'tis now I found I was fallen
oh, my heart bleeds for me
when will I not be forsaken?

IV.
Hymn.
It was tingling
the music of a bell
is my time here short?
The child in me grew apart.
All that was left,
gone by a swift of a wind.

V.
Tomorrow might be
the last breath I breathe
'til now I was dead
in the hearse I am alive.

By the striking of the moon, gone of me was the child in her womb.
Writing this makes my heart calm for a bit. Writing is such a healing place for all writers. I hope you write one today.
Wilder Sep 2020
I'm falling. And if
I tell the world I am down
No one will help me

I suppose it's sad
Tragic. lying on the floor
But surely I fell

Of my own doing
So I must stay here broken
And very lonely
Depression from repressed emotions I guess
We remember another

sad day many

lost loved ones.







May they rest in peace

love and prayers go out

to the families.




My son was only

1 years old when

the twin towers fell

and many lives were lost.




We still sit and cry

for that solider that

never said goodbye to

his little girl.




We grieve today

for those lives that were lost.










So tell those you love

what they mean to you

and hold them dear you

never know when they will

get called home.










So we cry for the

tragic 9/11 when the

twin towers fell and lives

were lost.







There will be a time

that there will be no

more pain,




Our and  tears will

be dried.







So today we thank the

Soldiers and ones

on this 9/11 day.










May the LORD be with

your loved ones always.




We carry this  pain

on this tragic day 9/11.

© 2014 Benita
Staebell McCartney
such a sad and Tragic time I still cry over this my son was only 1 years old when the towers fell so he doesn't know we speak to him about it.

To remember 9/11
Max Neumann Sep 2020
kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin'
welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin'
the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights
i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee

45 to 88, made myself a shake
beat like an earthquake, first take
crying for a remake, dying for a remake
1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz

yummy yummy, my past was slummy
so, you find tizzop where the ice is
my lifestyle is priceless, priceless
i don't care, nobody is viceless

how could one dare to imitate this flair?
i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!"
ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe
and now be good, baby, get on ya knees
kiran goswami Sep 2020
Would they have still been remembered,
if they lived for each other instead of dying...
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Her heart burns with ache
Swept away by grief's mad tide
Cursed to know no rest


New day, new haiku!
The Younger Charites and the Furies have been completed! Now onto other women of myths, haha!

This haiku is for Lamia. Some myths say she was the Queen of Libya, some say she was just a regular woman. Some myths also say she was the daughter of Poseidon.

But she was known as a great beauty who caught the eye of Zeus which led into a love affair. Of course, when Hera caught wind of it, she was enraged  [we all know how reputed her rage is], and seeing how she could not take out her rage on her husband, she took it out on Lamia. Now it varies on how exactly, but either Hera did away with Lamia's children herself or she made Lamia end them herself. Worse of all, there's a version where Hera made Lamia devour her own babes.

No matter how, the end result is the same. Her children's lives were snuffed out. And she was turned into a monster. Again, some say by Hera but I have read variants that said that it was Zeus, curiously enough. The reason why Zeus did so was so that she could exact her vengeance upon the children of others.

On top of being made a monster, Hera twisted the knife further by cursing Lamia with restlessness so her heart will know no rest. She gouged her own eyes out but that didn't ease her pain because she couldnt unsee her children. Some myths say that Zeus gave her the power to remove her eyes himself.

Lamia's story is seen as a cautionary tale for children to behave.
Be it a phantom, a demon or an envious child eating monster, her origins are just so tragic. I truly feel for her...
Due to her depictions, there are links to her and the gorgons, vampires and succubi.
She is also linked to the Empousai [a shape shifting phantom who has a copper leg and was reportedly created by Hekate for purposes unknown], a Mormocyle [a female phantom whose name roughly translates to 'hideous/terrible wolf']. Lamiais were demons/phantoms who had the power of illusion. They take the form of a beautiful woman to lure young men to their deaths. They were said to have a snake's tail instead of legs.

Alot to take in, I know! I'm just a mega nerd for this sort of thing, haha!
But still, Lamia's story is so sad and tragic.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Marian Solis Aug 2020
He is my sun and I am but a wild flower:
A beauty from a little, insipid race.
Loosing my chance to be noticed,
For there are better flowers than me.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
I live from the light of his at day;
Shiver from the dark when he is away
With this fragile, ephemeral body.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
I envy the clouds for they are always together
With my dearest sun that I fancy above all
And here I am, rooted still on the ground.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
Cursed to gaze at him from birth to death
Until I bow my bald head on my grave
And drop my last, unobtrusive petal.
Raven Blue Aug 2020
We started from enemies;
Until we became allies.
We became closer and closer;
Until we were struck with limerence to each other.

Our love for each other was ineffable;
And we treasure each other.
But there was an accident;
That flipped our entire lives.

We protected each other;
And in the end, we died together.
Our lives maybe ephemeral;
But our love will last forever.

What happened to us proved the promise that we made for each other;
"Till death do us apart."
Rescel Aug 2020
You carved your name on my skin
Without planning on staying
Hoping to leave behind
A scar to use any time
And your I love yous
Ceased to mean anything—
They are naught but a spell
You know how to summon me well

But why do you have to use
Dark spells on me?
You caged me inside
my own fantasy
We used to be magical,
Didn’t we?
So why do you have to use
Dark spells on me?

I’ve given up my youth
To have your knowledge
And felt some emotions
I could barely manage
Gave you my heart
Once stony cold
Only for you to melt it
In fire and blood


Is there really no soul
in that lonely shell?
Are you really that miserable
To not treat me well?
I drank your tears
In hopes to understand you
I broke my own heart
To gain your point of view

But why do you have to use
Dark spells on me?
You caged me inside
my own fantasy
We used to be magical,
Didn’t we?
So why do you have to use
Dark spells on me?

We could have been enchanted
But now I just wanna be free
You should have never used
Your dark spells on me.
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