Mythology Poems
Pan and the Cherries
by Paul Fort
I RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,
And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.
Through sunny avenues he ran,
And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops.
Upon his fleece were pearling water drops
Like little silver stars. How pure he was!
And this was when my spring was arched with blue.
Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss,
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Medusa
by Tammy Darby
Among the Gorgons that counted three
Touched by comeliness being mortal only she
Beauty that in awe of the universe bowed down
Her glorious sumptuous hair a glowing grace
More exquisite than Aphrodite’s star-studded crown
Pursued and seduced by Poseidon was fair Medusa
The God of the jade seas and cerulean oceans deep
In the sacred temple of Athena
His unrelenting passion for her was consecrated
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Aphrodite
by Tammy Darby
It is said in the ancient text she was conceived in murder
When the Titan Cronus drew his father Uranus’s blood, dead, he forever be
The wife of a dark Vulcan Hephaestus, mother to the cherub of love
Legends say she rose from Poseidon’s emerald seas.
From salty heather foam in the waters of Pathos,
That lap the white shores of the isle of Cyprus did she rise
Though Homer on this fact would disagree
Striking jealousy in the hearts of the haughty gods
And filling Adonis eyes according to Greek lore
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How the Raven Became Black
by John Godfrey Saxe
There's a clever classic story,
Such as poets used to write,
(You may find the tale in Ovid),
That the Raven once was white.
White as yonder swan a-sailing
At this moment in the moat,
Till the bird, for misbehavior,
Lost, one day, his snowy coat.
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Pegasus in Pound
by Henry Wadswor Longfellow
Once into a quiet village,
Without haste and without heed,
In the golden prime of morning,
Strayed the poet's wingéd steed.
It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves.
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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.
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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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Chiron
by Pierpaolo Gobbi
Oleanders, heavy with flowers
branching out in the cold mist
to witness an ungodly scene.
All around us the air stood still
not a blow on the mount
as if Zephyrus himself was waiting.
Tragedy in my arms
while I teach my murderer
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