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They tell the tale as if she was stolen.
As if her cry was the end of her story.
As if the earth swallowed her whole, and she never learned to breathe in the dark.

But they forget—

She did not remain the trembling girl in the field.
No, she learned the names of shadows.
She walked the black halls with bare feet,
and the stones remembered her.

She tasted pomegranate not as punishment,
but as initiation.
Each seed a vow.
Each burst of red a remembering.

Down in the underworld,
she was not only held—
she was met.
She was mirrored.

They do not say how the crown fit perfectly.
How the throne did not bind her but belonged to her.
How even the ghosts bowed, not out of fear,
but recognition.

When she rose,
it was not as the girl who was taken—
but as the woman who had returned.

Crowned in both bloom and bone,
she carried the underworld in her gaze,
and spring unfurled at her feet
not because she had escaped death,
but because she had become life.

They do not tell you this,
but she was never just the queen of the dead—
She was the Queen of Return.
Of Resurrection.
Of the in-between.
And in her hands,
she held the keys to both.
star May 27
persephone 5.21.25 (4:30 pm / 16:30)
persephone i’m not sure this will ever reach you
not sure it’ll pierce through your prison’s dark

persephone i’m sorry
oh persephone, forced down below
to live with Hades far from home

persephone life changed you
changed you from the girl who should have just been
frozen in time

persephone no one tried to save you
and i was far too late
persephone i’m not sure you’ll even care
these thousands of years later

persephone i wish we could turn back time

[playing: bye by ariana grande]
Ellie Hoovs May 10
They laid me to sleep
in a coffin made of glass
lined with velvet apologies
thinking I'd dream of oceans
or forgiveness
or that one perfect nectarine
I'd dropped in 2003.
The ceiling shattered
while a symphony played
... wolves chasing Peter,
and me.
They chewed on my ankle -
wearing a voice that once prayed for me.
My nerves bloomed bruises.
My hands turned to questions,
tossing runes to the laughing sky
that held no answers.
My skin peeled,
old wall paper from worn bones,
regret curling
smoke above untended altars.
This is what it must mean
to be haunted by your own heartbeat,
to taste rust on your tongue,
with feet that remember
what a mind will not admit.
Love letters delivered in salt,
signed in static,
that simply read
"Persephone,
come home."
Mariah Apr 18
If only I could finally
Find a way to please
Persephone
Then maybe
I wouldn't feel the cold of winter-
So personally
For Persephone
If only she could hear me
Id let her know that I could be
Whatever she would ask of me
And maybe I would find myself
Finally free
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream
Cuffing season got me feeling things haha
Angie Nov 2024
Ephemeral winter
Dead grass & springs flowers at her feet.
The bees are making honey while the rot gets ate by flies.
No betterment of heart in a body full of lies.
Alex Dec 2023
Like Persephone, when you're
Gone from me, you
Leave behind the
Wintertime, snow falls
In your wake, and I
Can't help lying awake
Thinking of
You, and the flowers
That you grow
In the cold, dark, earth
Of me.
Song time again! Wrote this one recently. Inspired my my long distance friend who is the utter light of my life.
Psychosa Aug 2022
You are the seeds of Hades.
When I look at you,
My soul bleeds with desire.

Without you,
I starve.
Tempted by you,
my mouth parched,
I close my eyes and devour you.

Each bite I take bounds me to your underworld.
Here I suffer.
Here I am alone.
… but here I have you.
So devour me.

For I would rather suffer with you
in an endless netherworld
Than to be quenched by another.
Where the stars turn to rust,
I hit it right
and it made me wild with thought
that before we know where we are
It will be Spring
and She will enter

I did not enjoy seeing you the other day
and I wear your necklace as a reminder
of sweet things and of your seduction
my heart regards me, steadfastly
with tiny, bright eyes, and
ultimately retreats rejoicing
in the strength of ten thousand archers
golden arrows fly
so numerous they blot out the sun

Stange shadows come alive and
when shall I play for you the music of the
April rain?
Jay M Oct 2021
Persephone,
Goddess of spring
Queen of the underworld
Bringer of death
And life anew
Bringer of light
Powerful and knowing

Darling maiden to ancient Queen
Truest display of duality
All that one can be
Magnificent in all she is
Of divine wonder
Mortals, how they marvel
At her strength and might
And her astounding grace
Upon the mortal world

Goddess of delicate care
Blessed is the fertility she bring
To a world when birds sing
Flowers to bloom, blossom
Into the beauty of spring
Bringer of plenty
Venerable one
Whom many hold high
The Great Goddess
Divine maiden

Hand in the land of the mortal
And the other far below
Decisions made, legends abound
Over sky, seas, and eager ground
Carrier of fertile seeds
To grow and for the world to know
Of her power and wonder
Thousands know her name
The Goddess Persephone

- Jay M
October 5th, 2021
Decided to write a poem about the ancient Greek Goddess, Persephone. She is the Greek goddess of spring, fertility, and the Queen of the underworld, wife of Hades.
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