Myth Poems | Examples of Myth Poetry

Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today. Temple Hymn 15 to the Gishbanda Temple of Ningishzida by Enheduanna loose translation/interpretation...Read the rest...

Too many sailors who have lived to tell, Her siren song permeates, day by day it fell. Luring in ships to crash, break, splinter on cliffs, She masters ethereal crescendos, opera riffs. Each day leads boats astray, the reel of the sea witch, Nay terror, her...Read the rest...

Caliginous eyes Fearsome face of sickly white Lion-headed snake Embellished in his shadows With flaming orange beneath...Read the rest...

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I'm a lone oak tree, with a calming skill Dogs line up for a piece of my mind thrill They empty sins on my green Barking poo is soil's protein...Read the rest...

It was a strange and unexpected experience. Suddenly, I found myself in a place called Happy Valley. A man was on a park bench gazing upon the trees as if listening to a particular...Read the rest...

She sits there in seclusion Recalling her glory days Before internet and SATNAV So changed the Mariners ways. Sat on her eponymous rock All the year long She’d lure poor sailors with A tempting siren song. In the colder weather...Read the rest...

Family of Gad Has special power line His might is his rod....Read the rest...

The Haunting of the Moon She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time of the southern winds That bring...Read the rest...

In days of yore, when gods ruled and men sinned, a tale unfolded, whispered by the wind. Etana, King of Kish, his heart aflame, yearned for a son; a successor to name. Escaping corporeal bounds,...Read the rest...

the celestial dancer pirouettes bending ...Read the rest...

I'm addicted to the sound of Of silence Like the wind blowing on cold morning Oho yes !!! I'm addicted If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total...Read the rest...

When little kids ask for stories Regale them of our lore and its glories. Listening with rapt notice Tales of champions and menaces. One and all exclaim with awe Hearing about our Gods. They don't die Live within us and fly. Burn like...Read the rest...

meek, this hour of a morning hue shy cobweb gloss in a frosted dew he stood as shrubs nay merged with trees but matted hair instead of leaves though leaves a few were woven in a tempered bark- like wear of skin yet fleeting foul and a peasant’s...Read the rest...

Some people love to speculate And conversate about everything Whatever they perceive it to be Or believe it to be an F & A C & a T in essence they Investigate The things that they see Like leave...Read the rest...