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Zeus and Amphitrite
edge of the sea
reflecting down
looking up
*** or goddess
reflecting the same
draped in gold
Hercules Coronal Borealis Great Wall
superstructure feathered on the shoulders
skyward brilliance reflecting
shaking future stars
comets meteors meteoroids asteroids meteorites
rain down around
deafening sound of the greatest thunder bolt
hear me
hear her
**** this
**** that
roll good times
patience is virtue
zero point
generosity kindness affection pleasantness
waiting on the ecliptic plane
sun and heavens
where
hummingbirds dragonflies soaring creatures
rise out of the abyss
propelled and lifted
seahorse air bubbles octopuses chant
straight ******* propulsion ****** velocity
magic of the darkness
ready set giddy up
A good man with good looks
Looks too good to be true
With an ambition as big as his muscles
Assuming he would have a big ego too
I have loved and I have learned
No man is worth the pain
Because I chose to take his place
He left me with nothing to gain
Love drew me in so tragically
Blinded me with infatuation
Then stabbed me where I'm vulnerable
All because of some fatal attraction
So how do you expect me to admit
What led me to despair?
I will not fall in love again, I quit!
When has love ever been fair?
Allyvia Jul 25
Hercules, my beautiful baby boy
With your corn silk hair of Samson
And small spaces between your teeth
The laughter that burbles forth
Clear and pure as water,
How much you have grown from
child to Man.

A fragile shoot into an oak tree.

You avoided Death’s jaws
By closing your tiny fists around them
Insanity bestowed as a gift for fighting
The animal within purging the blood.

And yet my poor child sent so many trials.
Your hair shorn
Looking like a prickly porcupine
But it was never about those locks
It was your heart.

A heavy burden to bear
And some are not equal to the task
They trip and drop them
Watch as the glass shatters

But you are half human
Yours does not break
The muscle rips and tears
Agonizing though it may be
It mends stronger each time.

Your cup overflows
And it feels like drowning
The highs that are tsunami waves
Lows become earthquakes
Shaking everything apart.

And this mother may only be mortal
But she reminds you that
Your hair will grow back
And so will your heart
Lovely as before.
You’re impenetrable my little
Nemean lion
You have cauterized your skin my brittle
Lernaean hydra
Forever I'll chase my crippled
Ceryneian hind
Where ever you lay waste my graceful
Erymanthian boar

Even if you never come clean my *****
Augean stable
No matter how many you eat my hungry
Stymphalian bird
No matter your myth my covetous
Cretan bull
No matter how many you’ve ate my cannibalistic
Mare of Diomedes

Even if blood has to shed my bellicose
Belt of Hippolyta
I built this field for us to grow my starving
Cow of Geryon
I will hold your world up my poisoned
Golden apple of the Hesperides
I will travel to the depths of **** for you my frightening
Cerberus
I don't think this works so well, may need to expand on it.
FreeMind May 16
He was my forever rose.
The beauty that he possessed was irresistible,
To the point where the pain of his thorns began to feel pleasant.
Joy.

He was my elixir.
Designed to blind me from everything but love for him.
And so I left my life to join his, in hopes of living in this eternal lie.
Obsession.

He was Hercules.
The hero of my imagination. A hero of my own making.
Designed to have pride, power, loyalty, trust... All you could wish for.
Naivety.

He was my work of art.
A collage of his best traits, that I put together myself.
Only to have each piece go through self-destruction. It wouldn't last.
Disappointment.

He was the abuser.
Using my weaknesses against me.
Through words and actions, he tore through the petals of the Lotus.
The End.

You proved to be manipulative.
I proved to be a fool.
#44
15/05/18
I read your short story, now I need you to find me.
ollie Oct 2017
I shake in fear much too often
My touch is accidental, it's simply a quake of my hand
Reprimanding myself
I simply have no talent
Can't be bent back and sideways - Can't be bent to learn new things
I'm trying...
Too hard
Remember that time you traded a Pokemon card for The Tales of Beedle the  Bard?
A book about Death and brothers with great desires
I want to be someone
Something
Do things be things change things
Why are heroes fictional
When I was a kid, I didn't want to be a sports superstar
I wanted to be a hero
Zero to Hero was a song I liked from the movie Hercules
But I didn't like the movie because it was inaccurate to mythology
I wanted to be Pysche
I wanted to be Hercules, Perseus
A hero
But I'm not Greek and my personality is bleak so I'm covered in a million scars
My dad sometimes goes to bars
I wrote a poem called Sometimes
Well Sometimes heroes don't turn 16 but most of them do so you know what
I'm not a hero
I never even came close
Well, I'm very certain this is an older one. I have no memory of writing it and it was inside a notebook next to Sometimes, which means it must've been written after Sometimes but still early in summer. I figured I'd show it.
s Veazie Apr 2017
Dear Alectis,
You are
an ancient feminist
an empowered woman trapped in a world of patriarchy.

From the beginning you were dismissed, resigned to be chattel.
You were ordered, pushed, directed by the males around you to latch on.
Ensnare him in a your feminine web.
You're not strong enough alone.
You're just a woman.
Why should you-
Stop.

You find it all in Him:
Shock, love, strength
you are finally balanced, equal.
You are happy.
But Fate holds a bed of snakes for the forgetful and He is stolen from you.
Apollo cannot help you now, and you see only one option.

Once again a primal privilege arises,
But you must win, you must succeed.
You sneak away, so desperate to see the world, be the change, be the solution for once, you sacrifice yourself-
Hades.
You are floating, falling, frightened-
Stop.

All you know is-
Someone carrying you away, rushing-
Stop.
You are handed back to Him- you are limp,
helpless.
You are more than that.
**** Hercules.

You are the distressed princess, the fair maiden, and still the hero of your own story.
Eugène Delacroix, Hercules and Alectis
Temporal Fugue Jan 2017
There once was a warrior Princess, named Zena
no cares for the glitz and patina
she never ran from a fight
although she now might
as she didn't like, the subpoena
Hehe Hercules was a fool ;D
.
Äŧül Dec 2016
I am not Hercules who needs Alcmene,
But I am someone who definitely needs love.
My heart is so clean I do not need a pure body,
When my soul is like an innocent dove.
HP Poem #1337
©Atul Kaushal
DJKearney Oct 2016
When I was but a small boy
I heard the tale of Hercules (or Heracles and whatever else he is called by historians)
But his name was, by no stretch of the imagination, what stood out in his story.
Rather it was his mighty deeds – his labours overcome.
His trials which bound him and
The actions he took to vault the obstacles.

He reminded me often of Samson
Wearing a lion’s pelt as he wandered the earth.
He reminded me of *** himself
Holding up the earth on his divine shoulders.

Now only one trial does stand out.
The heads of Hydra.
A bold serpent of many heads, was Hydra.
He did make a mockery of nature and of ***.
For each head that was killed, cut off,
Two rose to avenge it
All tainted with each a pestilent maw only Beelzebub could devise.

A problem that seems solved is only taking time
To double its mass;
To treble its fortification;
To quintuple its chance of eating alive its victim,
Who by fighting only makes it multiply again.
It would seem better to defend oneself and
Wait for the beast to tire or
If it would not
To find some means of escape.
Only a brave man could stand and fight until he had somehow won,
Not knowing how such a victory would come about.

Hercules, I recall, did defeat Hydra,
Though I know not how.
I wish I did know.
How valuable such knowledge is.


*By Dominic J. Kearney
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