Nymph Poems - Poems about Nymph

To escape world’s relentless strain, From life’s cycle, to epic refrain, Wander with Homer’s visionary eye, Where Sappho’s verses lie. A young man, burdened by false mirth, Packed his bags and left the earth, Seven mountains, four seasons he’d chart, Poseidon’s wrath...Read the rest...

A POEM FOR ANGITIA: a paraphrased of Silius Italicus (c26-191 CE) Angitia the Daughter of Eeta the Sun And the Sea-nymph Persa Was first to use herbs In magic and wellness. She is Mistress of Venoms. She murmurs by...Read the rest...

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i don't want anyone to look at me. i disgust myself. the way i am makes me sick. if i could change, I would. i can't, so instead i lock myself up. i’ll fix myself one day. when i have more...Read the rest...

Dancing in the moonlight the gorgeous forest nymph showed truth. The woods became completely silent as they watched dear Ruth. She is a child grown from tree roots, the oaks said, claiming her. Her ambitions and ideas are...Read the rest...

Accidentally I stumbled on the hidden pool, I saw her there among the sedge, so lovely and cool, "Come swim with me," she smiled in an angelic way. ...Read the rest...

Like a nymph walking through the woods, She glides soundlessly through the trees, Remembering their lost childhoods, She lifts her face to feel the breeze, And soft leaves crunch under her feet; She glides soundlessly through...Read the rest...

She danced under milky moonlight, Lithely swaying to starry strains, Twirling like a nymph of the night; He watched her waltz - a graceful sight, Heeding no decorum constrains, She danced under milky moonlight; In the shadows, it seemed just right That...Read the rest...

Are we less superior to ourselves than realization? Our temporary shell, our salt, our generation. Our streamers flutter like snow in Antarctica. longing and valid expansion, made of mica. Striving to liberate us, it rips apart its body. Once again,...Read the rest...

Dragonfly That chosen morning by the lake’s shaded edge A new formed dragonfly from developed nymph Emerged in ‘clear plates of sapphire mail’.* Primordial blood pumped into ancient veins, Archaic wings in the day’s full warmth unveil. Still, above the tall...Read the rest...

Florence, Flower, Where is mysticism? Where is the ghost? Where is , what the water gave you?! Where are you - "Alone", the one that was deserted. Well, there's A Crowd around, it's cut into your very...Read the rest...

The nymph shudders at the sweet earth. I want to leave, but she wants all its worth. She is but a beautiful death, as she admires a last breath. “I love your retired beauty, soul, and eyes. My trance for...Read the rest...

NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day5 Ancient Shorts Ancient powers forever lost Mourn their passing When time stands still. Wander over hill and dale March along the river's edge On no occasion to be found. Again, sweet song sung by the water Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore....Read the rest...

Honey dew of evergreen shrubs aligned. Beauty that casts ought bare me no more. Shadows within the cool faces ignore. Their perpetuating waltz fork my mind, Leaving eclectic faults intertwined; Wandering about far more confined. The trestling trees open like curtains, Drawing...Read the rest...