Stanley Wilkin
2 days ago

The flames soared high
Above the broken city-
Troy sodden by war
Necks cut, women raped, children
Enslaved. The sea mirroring
The city’s pain, screaming waves
Piling on the shore.
In the dust lay
The groaning towers of Iliam
The beaten
Shards of a brilliant culture
Felled and fouled
By barbarians.

Around the moping Cypress
Heroes' ashes
Lie infertile,
While Achilles moans in Hades
Weeping unwashed tears
For his body's fading
And his shadows continuance
In eternal gloom.

#eternity   #city   #rape   #hades   #greek   #enslaved   #troy   #achilles   #barbarians   #iliam  
Chloe Jackson
Sep 30, 2016

What is love?

Sweet nectar on poisoned lips;
Or ripened fruit on curious tongues.

Is love sealed with a righteous kiss;
Or is love selfish and stealing,
Hidden away for all to miss.

Does love see no bounds or limitations?
In awe of you; of your beauty.
Is love a relentless invasion?
On a four horsed chariot poisoned with cruelty.

Will love die for you; with you,
Take your last embrace.
Or will love trick you; take you,
To end the long, lonely chase.

When all is said and all is done;
pomegranate and poison are both written in fame;
Sweet and bitter,
But love all the same.

I feel the connections are fairly obvious but incase you dont know this poem is referencing to Romeo and Juliet and the mythology of Hades and Persephone.
David John Mowers
David John Mowers
Jun 14, 2016

Through the fields of stars and through the black forest,
And always West, trailing behind them a glowing disk,
With their frizzy coats and gnarling smiles; the heroes try to kill them with meteors.

Scattered shards of stone-fire bits, and the ashen paw prints evading it,

…and the horse shines upon Lykaon’s grave.

Howling are the wolves of Phanes, their number growling with the rains.
And matching windy howling screams, with hoots and hollers inbetween…
The great horns point at the wolven den, from which Fenrir’s gaze sees all man’s sin.

And the flames of Cerberus lick the hori-zon;

…as he descends into Hell’s cave,

And the Drakon hungry for lycanthropes, he hunts the plains of Hades;
But the cunning beasts avoid him while calling out to the moon, over their master’s grave.

Calling out over Lykaon’s grave,

Cyclopean-cotton collects, a smoking pillar covering guide. Obscuring the light and now they are vexed, as the Lykos struck down, they have died.

And their flesh is what the Drakon does crave, as they are devoured on the stones of Lykaon’s grave,

…at that place known as Lykaon’s grave,

Struck down with asters
and gobbled-up,
over Lykaon’s grave.
Wyrd-wolven stars at night

…over Lykaon’s grave,

A werewolf at,
The entrance,
To the cave,
And that King,

…who stands before Lykaon’s grave.

#hell   #hades   #greek   #dragon   #greekmythology   #fenrir   #phanes   #lykaon   #drakon  
Killing Me Softly
Killing Me Softly
Apr 25, 2016

Bleak is the mourning dawn of love,
the sky is red with tears.

Some day you will rise from the ashes,
Oh! Aphrodite of the Underworld,

sweet Persephone. The French call
it 'the little death.'

I call it the eternal one.
Never will I drink the sweet nectar

of death again, without tasting you there.
How rude of you. Hades! To keep me

Bound to the sunlight for six months,
when all I crave is darkness.

I want to crawl inside your skin
and eat you from the outside in.

Like a devout maggot on your corpse,
devoted to your decay.

#love   #death   #persephone   #hades  
Stanley Wilkin
Apr 8, 2016

Loping down at Winter
the raven
ravishes the light,
broad black beating wings spread
feeding on
tiny hidden corpses-its beak
hades' daggers pummelling the frost.

#winter   #hades   #frost   #raven  
Knights
Knights
Jan 19, 2016

People call this place hell
But if it is
Everything I do I do well
Cause baby I was hades
Powerful enough to quell
All kinds of men and ladies
Like a God of the underworld
For I roamed this places
Like an innocent young girl
I had many faces

#hell   #power   #young   #pure   #innocent   #hades   #twofaced  

i am faster than you
information flows threw me
like rocks through the air towards
windows needing broken
i am the dog of singular
multilaritied distributed kingqueenships
of fucks not given
and dances received
i just go
wherever they tell me next
to be imprisoned
i break bars i ogle stars
and we are just here
WE WERE HARE
I am eel
there is cooks
lined up to aet me
lust is the middle name of how hungry for food
thirsty for water
and alive we are!!!

chill
#not   #even   #chill   #mad   #hades   #made   #or   #shad  
Dreams of Sepia
Dreams of Sepia
Sep 4, 2015

September's ploughed earth
sows the rains

it is something like D.H Lawrence's
' The Rainbow',

that you love
the Polish cleaning lady so

my Soul's countryman,
dear poet of the North

for now, Persephone still
walks the earth

fair Kore, soon to descend
to the underworld

back to an aged God in love
were I thus loved by a man

as to become his queen
as to be kidnapped by him

instead, all I have is you,
a woman's love unrequited

for a boy & growing stale
as far off winter calls

like a theatre scene
too much rehearsed

' In Vino Veritas' - ' In wine there's truth'. If you don't know the Greek myth of Hades & Persephone, look it up.
Eleanor Kellett
Eleanor Kellett
Jul 29, 2015

A drop of moonlight,
A pinch of witch hazel,
The sound of flutes
And the smell of mint.
The coins, candles and incense
Making a metallic heavy scent
The ashes of bones
The wooden stick, the lone skull
The statue of Persephone,
Only one half of the whole.
Sing, drink and rise.
A new day has come,
A day for laughter,
A day for love
A day to live.

#life   #religion   #death   #magic   #persephone   #hades   #idols   #altar   #wicca  
Raven Le Fey
Raven Le Fey
Jul 18, 2015

i feel your cold arms around me
i feel your cold breath in my neck
i feel your cold voice whispering in my ear
i feel your cold heart beating in my back

the comfort you gives me makes me cry
my heart will always belong to you
so as my soul
so as my body

you are always with me
even when i cannot see
you say "you belong to me
but your spirit is free"

the darkness of my world
is so similar to yours
the loneliness of my heart
and the emptiness of your

with your helmet i went to the shadows
in your chariot i ran away from this
in your world i could rest
with your presence i felt at home again

where are you now
my invisible master?
when are we going to meet again
and celebrate the joy of death?

whenever i'm crying
your long fingers cleans my tears
whenever i'm smiling
your dark eyes look into my soul

i feel your cold arms around me
i feel your cold breath in my neck
i feel your cold voice whispering in my ear
i feel your cold heart beating in my back

and you've never been here
alive

#love   #life   #death   #invisible   #presence   #hades  
 
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