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Mark Parker Sep 15
Woe be to the lady of seasons!
Persephone and Demeter argue.
As neither can forgive dear family,
we are lost! We are sunk! Polar icecaps
melt to the tension of their bickering.

Poseidon’s domain increases ever more!
His power does drive our beaches and shores
higher! Higher! Higher ever more!
I’ve lived my life in a fancy with the Greek gods. Just recently, they erupt when I write.
angelique Jul 14
My hope – unfurls in the wine-dark sea,
My love – sends her warmth home to me,

I am fleeting, alone – ambition
blushes in the hooded shadow
of choppy waves, and in the trail
of Andromeda whispering in eastward skies.

In the Ionian Blue, old Earth-Shaker
cools his feet, a colder seraphim
disguised as a blue-haired king –

And as night runs deep, I swim
into a slumber, a mellowed dream,
I drift asleep –  inexorably –
in honeyed melodies of Calypso and lyre.

I burn up in an atmosphere of longing,
over nymphean swathe and fire  –
a hand for a hand, a hand for the free;
one I cannot accept –

For I have been trapped here Calypso,
nearly seven long years;
I long for my release as it
slowly draws near,
and time seems vagabond,
drifting, faded and supine –
oh I want to rise out of
this chamber and
clamber into the sky...
Written through the eyes of Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca and the hero of Homer's poem the Odyssey.

Odysseus was imprisoned by Calypso, a nymph from the Greek island of Ogygia, for seven years.

Calypso wanted to make Odysseus her husband, and whilst he was imprisoned, she would attempt to enchant him with her singing.

Odysseus soon wished for circumstances to change - for he could no longer bear being separated from his wife, Penelope.

This is his lament.
Ffion Jones Jun 5
Carry me gently
Over the lilting waves
Towards the Spanish sea;
Let my moonlight skin
spark the water around me and
guide my floating body to where my
soul shall rest.

I let the tide take its course,
Trusting Poseidon to grant me mercy and
pull me to my heart's crying need before it
bursts and spatters the
ocean's clarity.

Bobbing up and down like a seagull
I can taste the salty spray - it
tempts me further towards the
island of my dreams, and the
bitterness on my tongue will
transform into the sweetest nectar of
the gods, when I wash up there.

It is not the laws of men which
carry me gently over the
lilting waves, but the
buoyant love within me that
keeps me afloat and
full of hope.
This poem is about how I want to be reunited with my boyfriend who lives in Ibiza. We haven't seen each other since March due to the pandemic and the fact I may be able to see him next month makes me crave him even more.
As I plant my feet into the soft sand

Peace offers me her hand

And I am guided to the cool waters

That remind me of my father

The god of the sea.
Greek mythology is so cool!
Liam Labbe Jan 19
up down
trapped in churning waves
pulling you under
thunder chrashes and lightning screams
you reach for the surface

it breaks

the sea is calm
you can float
gulls sing
the sun glistens
you rest
your finger tips making patterns in the waves

is it worth the storm?

the sun turns hot
you sheild your eyes
it's not enough
the sea boils
you scream

and get pulled under

things are calm
the sea is dead and cold

and is taking you with it

you hear a rumble of thunder and close your eyes

you wait for the calm
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
A Byzantine world upside down

starts by praying for time

Then climbing over everyone
and everything

Going top to bottom, blow to blow
with a common fear:


We struggle with life
as much as we struggle with death

Where will we be
when the water rises?

With heart in our hands
or with hands at our throat?

Hail the lifeboat, captain
one of us is about to break through the hull
Miles Feb 2019
i am reluctant
to face this ocean’s mass
i fear the waves of the past will devour me
if i pursue this seaside quarrel

nevertheless i persist
i must endure this passing tide
watching it rise and fall
the current washes over me

i succeed through it’s finale
after shock of Poseidon’s wrath i remain
the aftermath is serene
a sense of calm exists within me

i have survived this weaponless battle
i have attained this sense of victory
Prompt: Include as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you can: reluctant, ocean’s, quarrel, serene, victory Also; Refer to a classical deity
Ιδού, φωτός
Γαια εναντίον του ἐγώ
Αλλά δεν είδα τίποτα
Ήμουν μαζί σου στα όνειρά μου
Μπορώ να αφήσω τη γη
Για να μην υποφέρουμε πλέον
Ή θα με βρει ο Άδης
Και τιμωρήστε με
Για αυτή τη λίστα
Αυτή η εξαπάτηση
Άφησα να τρέξουν περισσότερα δάκρυα
Τότε ο ωκεανός του Ποσειδώνα
Άφησα περισσότερο ροή αίματος
Τότε η αστραπή του Δία
Γαία, σταματήστε να με αγαπάτε
Και ο Άδης, με πάρτε μακριά
Σώστε μου από αυτή την κόλαση
Ο τάρταρος είναι λιγότερο κακός
Και τιμωρήστε με
Σκότωσέ με
Poetry in greek, because I can.
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