Best Orpheus Poems

How beautiful the music that he made;
his lilting song was carried by the breeze
and waves of water, and the lyre he played
sent all the birds to singing in the trees.

All creatures of the forest he entranced.
The magic of his song made them alert,
and even rocks...

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Orpheus and Eurydice


Come by,allow me to rest my knees
on those sinewy thighs!
I do not feel like feeding my mortal
body!
Just want your love to flood my eternal,
starving soul.

In my loneliness~ thoughts of you
crash my thoughts, endlessly!
Like an empty seashore thirsting
for crests of cool water..you...
My musical love partner! 

Flood...

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O cruel marraige,
That dost join souls,
And tear them apart,
By serpent's tongue,
Today, on Heaven's Eve.

Dead!

O Apollo, mourn,
Your daughter is dead,
And I with divine tongue,
Sing to mortal ears.

But no more...
My song is choked.
By these selfsame tears,
That once happiness evoked,

Now locked in bitter mourning,
Through the twilight's final flame,
Having...

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Orpheus' long, slow, crawl out of Hell
Has left him nothing -- not even himself!

Long had he traveled, sorrowing, with his bride,
and many terrors endured, and now

Unslings his lyre, and looks at her too soon!*
He rushes back... she meets him... calm... forbidding...

"Eurydice, My Love, so sad,...

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My name is simply Orpheus, 
Could you be my Eurydice? 
What curse the parent of this fuss? 
Tear blinded, yet I feel you there, 
My eyes like pools of saltern sea, 
For I hear wind sing in your hair, 
Vibrating strands, chords on my lyre,...

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O my beloved, I hear you in my grave.
R omantic notes from thy lire trickle through
P proud rock now hollow from thy magic.
H owI long to feel thy hand on my cold breast.
E ven as I speak, they plot to kill you.
U tree envy of...

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Last night I believed I saw three Witch Beings 
relent and cast down from their winter moon 
Orpheus, free riding.  

Happy all he was with his magical lyre.
Not trapped with bereavements of old, 
no lures set with any crying, 
he called to me.

His sun-gold...

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Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = 
brooke = gorgeous 
mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.”

Orpheus
We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re in New York City and we’re doin’ the town this time. Lisa told me,...

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I float 
in breathless transience
of heartbeats
as the moon's feral pupil peers
through keyholes
in the clouds

The Orpheus kiss
is a crap shoot
elevens showering sterling whispers
of soft Tiffany roses
from gentle arbors
or twelves
of black sky thundering
bastard answers
to unspoken prayers

I may toss
in subconscious unrest
but deep in pulsing ether
the pristine artery 
to...

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There was a man named Orpheus,
Talented was he,
Playing the lyre so sweetly,
For everyone to see.
He met a girl named Eurydice,
And married her soon after,
Unfortunate for them,
They didn't live happily ever after.
Eurydice was killed by a snake,
This situation was not a mistake,
For Orpheus alone, was not...

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Orpheus
by Michael R. Burch
 
after William Blake

I.
Many a sun
and many a moon
I walked the earth
and whistled a tune.
 
I did not whistle
as I worked:
the whistle was my work.
I shirked
 
nothing I saw
and made a rhyme
to children at play
and hard time.
 
II.
Among the prisoners
I saw
the leaden...

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What if mind over matter became reality?
This would reverse the polarity,
of mind and matter duality, and their relationship as lovers.
The mind would become the vessel for the body.
The mind itself would look after and nurture
the body as a way of interfacing with the world.
To enable...

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The Master of Nuances
 
Supreme literary intensity
Rainer Maria Rilke—
Inspired as Orpheus sings
Predilection for Die Dinge
A mastery of true nuances
A thirst for poetic symbols
He sings now with Orpheus
And the angels in Heaven.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 5, 2016 (Verse)...

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At the Feet of the Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in me?”—
I asked her. But she
only smiled.

“Naked, I bore your child
when the wolf wind howled,
when the cold moon scowled . . .
naked, and gladly.”

“What will become of me?”—
I asked her, as she
absently stroked...

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