Breeze-Mist Mar 17

Stardust and lust
Lie behind her blue eyes
Her lips moist raise a voice
Like songbirds in morn skies
With her grace and her face
She enchants all in her way
She needs no weapon when she's gettin'
All the wishes she'll say

A little bit of morning mythology.

A Bright day,
As some would say,
There she stood,
Waiting in the hallway,
Her hair flowing,
Red with a hint of grey,
The elegance with,
Which her body sways,
And the beauty,
Of her flawless face,
Time has stopped it seems,
For me to admire,
The Aphrodite of my dreams.

Got the title from an amazing book I'm reading

Forgive Her oh gods, she knows not what she does,
Forgive her Aphrodite, she knows not who she shuns,

She knows not how Her glint steals the eye of e'ry man,
And ensnares the heart of all touched by Her hand,
She knows not the deep red your cheeks are brought to,
When She wakes e're morning to be greeted by morning dew,
She knows not the waves of jealously,
Felt by women for their men, and by the men of me,
And warrants the jealous stare of you, a deity,

So while on Her behalf I offer you an apology,
I still do acknowledge Her greater beauty.

andromeda Oct 2016

we walk with faces to the sky
the goddesses on earth
our words from a breathless heartsigh
we appear with old grecian beauty
and not such modern masks
it comes in hand with our ancient virtues
true to our everlasting tasks

hera; dark curls and flaming passion
striking down all who cross her
thin and wary is she

artemis; earthy flesh and midnight coils
gentle to the wild and bow-weilding
athletic and kind is she

demeter; flaxen tresses and tenderness
protecting her wards
mothering and calm is she

athena; thick legs and honey hair
raising blood-soaked war flags
wise and fearless am i

my small company fits perfectly to four goddesses
carter Sep 2016

you shine bright as the sun
you're as beautiful as the
stars in the night sky

you're more brilliant
than a shooting star
more rare than a comet

i'm red with anger
much like mars
over not being in the
same room as yours

your blue eyes
draw me in and
make me feel safe
and comfortable

much like uranus
and neptune
their beautiful pale blue
color matches your eyes

don't forget the kindhearted
yellow color of venus
named after the goddess
of love aphrodite

that planet can represent
my love for you
because you're my light
in the darkness

of all space
and to end this
know that if you leave
like pluto

i'll miss you dearly
so please stay
another lightyear
and be my moon

together we'll create harmony
within ourselves
and within each other
because we're all stars

KathleenAMaloney Jul 2016

There was a Moment
When the Purest Love
Claimed Me
It Was Joy
I had Seen Him
In a Vision
So True
Its Surprised Me
All of It
Until He came Around
and Reached thru
Tangled Webs
of Light
Again and Again
Love's Invitation
Thru Time and Space
Invisible Impossible

All I had to Do
Was Give My Hand
All I  Knew to Give
Were My Words

I Am Grateful For That Love. It was the Mission. It Is the Mission
Aphrodite, not Apollo.
Devin Lawrence Jun 2016

Because you don't understand love,
I catch your attention
by speaking your language -
body and verbal.

You could've cried on my shoulder,
but you'd rather cry my name
as if you had ever longed to speak it.
"Fuck me",
fuck you
for selling yourself short -
the heart costs more
than a single night
and a couple drinks.

A song from when you were young
tells of "a better touch, a better fuck".
Legendary like the disco,
Sweetie, you had me.
And the irony is in the fact
you were never really in this scene.

You love it when it hurts,
you beg to be bruised,
then you wallow in grief
as you cry in the dark
all alone in a bed made for two.
They're selling a product
that's far over-produced;
it's not authentic,
it's cheap.
Be an artist,
be a God,
make love -
your tainted rose petals
could use another coat
and a little tender thought and care.

And just as you exclaim,
as you sink,
admire us high above
floating on Aphrodite's clouds.

Samantha Irene May 2016

Like my grandmother before her,
Mama was a regular Midwest Aphrodite,
and Daddy, with his working-man hands, her Hephaestus.
I always knew my mother didn't love my father
the way you know the sky is blue.
It is the curse laid upon the women of my family
that no man can ever tame the storms beneath our skin,
and I am no exception.
But it still stung
the day my parents called us into the kitchen,
buttered us up with breakfast,
and explained that, sometimes,
"Things don't work out."
I always wish they'd said it better,
used words that didn't make us sound like
the family in a Lifetime movie
whose pain becomes a memory as the credits roll.

It took me year to understand -
when my mother would put me in the bath,
run the water through my hair, and whisper,
"Lie back, and let the sea hold you" -
it was a warning.
See, the cruelest trick they ever played on Aphrodite
was to put her on a pedestal
and declare her the "Goddess of Love."
Aphrodite never loved anyone,
never even herself.
All she did was hunger, hunger, hunger.

When I meet Hephaestus,
I'll shoot him square in the chest
and never look back.

Miranda Evers Mar 2016

She was both terrifying and beautiful,
A dream and a nightmare.
Music fell from her lips and
Magic came from her fingers.
When she screamed,
The skies shattered and the ocean raged.
And when she sang,
The sea joined her song and
The universe smiled.
For she was their daughter and she was a
Terrible beauty.

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