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Athena (lyrics)
[Verse 1]
Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law,
Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more,
Than in what ages past held the known world in awe,
As the patron goddess of all heroic lore.
[Verse 2]
You sprang from Zeus’s head in armor, fully formed,
Grew to be among the gods his favorite child,
A warrior who as patron the arts transformed,
Fiercest defender of truth, enemy of guile.
[Chorus]
Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law,
Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more.
[Bridge - Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
You live today in every woman’s heart who knows,
The road to freedom is not paved with words of air,
In the fertile ashes of battles freedom grows,
Those battles fought and won by women everywhere.
[Chorus]
Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law,
Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more,
[Outro]
You, paragon among all heroes from the start,
Live on triumphantly in every woman’s heart.
Link to song (free): https://suno.com/s/Ui9MP6Gyuy8xZMeE
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
When Summer's heat
gives way to
autumn's bliss,
I will kiss this
world goodbye
and walk to
the woods
to save
the last sliver
of my humanity,
where the creek
meets the river of
my destiny.
Far away from
the ****** city of
sick Streets
and broken
dreams.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
I've posted all the poems,
Well, all except for one,
The little bits I wrote,
For my summer collection.
I decided to turn that mix of feelings and emotions,
Into my first book, my magnum opus, MY collection.
I was sure to spell my name right,
Unlike the book I was featured in, a slight mistake.
So, if you'd like a copy, they're $7.99,
In the U.S., at least.
If you want all the poems that you've read,
In book form, I'd appreciate it.
Ones such as "The Sea," "The Singer," "The Wendigo,"
"Bad Blood," "Vain's Vanity," and "Poor Pluto."
Fifty-two poems in total,
All chronicling the thoughts I thought this summer.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
Brutal, lyrical, and unforgettable—
Aluminum Cowboys is Thomas W. Case at full power.
The acclaimed author of
It’s Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the
Madhouse and Sleep Always Calls delivers
a collection of poetry and short fiction
that cuts to the bone and refuses
to look away.
Clearly, this isn't a poem.
I just released my 4th book,
available on Amazon.
Please forgive the shameless
plug.
If my cats died,
I'd get a pug.
Lol.
I love you all.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
He was finally a bookworm.
So he'd cracked open the champagne
and tasted the victory,
all it had needed was consistency,
with a sprinkle of meticulous attitude
and the boundaries had been breached,
the glass ceiling shattered -
escaping the chasm of 'can't' or 'won't'
which used to draw him in.
But, now he had the will, the nerve, the enthusiasm:
he had the gumption!
Another glass of citrus bubble divine
outweighing tomorrow's
swallowed implications,
foot-tapping along
to jazzed-up songs,
misty-eyed no more,
alive with the yellow daffodils of spring.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
I don't think a single thing could bring me down from my high.
The rush of learning, I'm going to be seen!
Published
Known
Sure only a select few may even care,
But I do.
That's what matters to me.
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
Never a better day shall there be!
My book has been published.... finally!
By Choice Publishing just so you know,
It's called "Out of My Head" by...Damo.
A "Somewhat Haphazard Collection
of Original Rhyming Verse".... on
Life, Motivation, Relationships,
Mental Health, Mindfulness and friendships.
There are Rhyming Verses, sonnets too,
Limericks, Acrostics, Senryu, Haiku....
My thoughts, ideas and reflections
For each readers consideration.
I'm so happy my book is out there,
Hopefully you can find it somewhere
And should you choose my book to buy
I sincerely hope that you enjoy!
My thanks to all at Hello Poetry
For all the support you have given me.
It is very much appreciated....
Y'all helped to create "Out of My Head"
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
Why in this particular time, is everyone reaching out to me from all over the globe? Do they feel the upcoming show? Do they feel, it's time to let go? To start a new beginning, exploring their options? Remembering the being they met. His energy very prosperous. Effecting them, to the point. Where they have implanted my image to their brain. Coming back to me, asking from the knowledge tree. Never thinking selfishly, only seeking information. Focusing on their hidden desire to have recognition. Seeing there world around them, about to crack and shatter to pieces. They feel this may be the last chance they get, to explore their creativity.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
My friend who was, is not.
My friend who came and went
The love we felt has become
Entangled, confused and lost
But though, we once felt hate and anger
It is not all lost. We can repair and
Build again like Noah’s ark.
We will ride the waves together.
The black hole does not need to conceal
The confusion that we both felt.
Deep below the surface of blackness
Lies the wonder beneath of hope spring.
Desire and yellow daffodils bloom
It once was there, it will be alive again.
And so my friend who once was, is not.
You will be here with me forever.
And though our love may turn and change.
Together,
We will wether the storm.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
better
.
Strips of clouds,
pink-grey like a snail snatched
from its shell. So many days I waited, waiting
like that snail for permanent protection, waiting
as an activity to delve fully into.
Nirvana was coming. I saw it traced
on the dated sidewalk, etched on the curvy luster
of a raccoon’s still spine and in the devotion
of the rock dove waiting for its one decided love.
Nothing was ever enough to saturate my yearning.
Even for a moment, to remember a time before birth,
before the furious fluttering engine ulcerated
my stomach lining, or before my sanity became a soft noise,
fading. I could hear it like a basic desire I was forced
to forgo - *** unquenched - like that but even
more. Like a crinkled cloth left on the subway floor,
I waited - dry, malformed, avoided.
The basement air is grooming me for an alien awakening -
maybe fluorescent, possibly ordinary, but better than
this sitting, tipping sideways on a broken chair.
Salt lamp on, a little fireplace or miniscule sunshine shining,
crumbling between my fingers, waiting
no more, moving at last
to another corner.
.
.
Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in "Dead Snakes" 2013
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
The Day Is Like
.
The day is like
the day before
the worm arrived
in a jar at my doorstep.
Before I took the worm in
and fed it lettuce leaves and fresh water.
Before I had something to care for,
when loneliness was the largest difficulty around
and isolation pounded beneath my lids like
a cancer.
The day is tick tock and as slow as waiting
for that needed call to arrive.
I collect the noises from outside
but have nowhere to put them. I open my mouth,
but my voice has gone underground.
The sun looks in on me, but evades my skin.
I don’t hold my breath. I let it in and out.
I let the day be a blank wall.
And sometimes a day like today is like
an empty room and this empty room
is a treasure.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in "The Buddhist Poetry Review" 2012
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
I am something you all know well
Some of you can’t function with me
and some of you can’t focus without me
I am a small, timid thing
Easily spooked, should you make a sound
and always flitting from place to place
I am the moment when realization sinks in
When the doors stop slamming
and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns
I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground
When the sun shines, but never warms
and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze
I am the moment when you’re alone in bed
When the world around you sleeps
and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary
I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt
simply experienced
I am silence
- t.h.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
AS IT IS
Life that we know, is not, as we think it is
In the present we miss at times, both
what could have been and what will be
as from the drawers of our lives we
pull out and savour memories while
riding the illusion of replacing time
but sometimes forgetting that the past
drawn to the present will not sustain
and eventually recede to allow for the
flow of time future to find it’s age, and
life will remain a short tenancy with
a changing lease that time witnesses
without interference at every birth
and in the process we learn a few true
things as time tells your mind’s despair ----
why lament, life’s canvas was empty
at birth and will return to it’s state
when you leave, as you brought nothing
and will take nothing, but will leave
behind your life’s colours on my being
to hold for posterity, as divined in time.
SUDHIR DIWAN
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
I speak for those with prose
Not for the entertainment
of published trolls
We bare our thoughts
Our opinions
Our feelings
Our truths
Our ideas
Our souls
Because we choose to
Because we need to
Because we have to
Because we want to
We don't want to be famous
We don't want to be judged
We don't want to compete
We don't want to speel check
Our grammar is correct
Our diction is correct
Our styling are correct
Our poems are perfect!
Because that is how
we intended them
to be
We love them
JUST THE WAY THEY ARE!
Feel free to judge us
It is your god given right
But, keep your criticisms to yourself
Unless we ask for it
As you read these written words
You hear every single syllable
Echo in your head
You are now telling this to yourself
Thank you for listening
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
i am not powerful
stop trying to convince me that
there is something to live for
because at the end of the day
i have been through it all
i can see it for myself
there is nothing to be grateful for
i’d be lying if i said
things will get better
it’s true
i am worthless
nobody can tell me that
i have a purpose,
you see
i am convinced
happiness is not for me
i was told by many
things are not always as they appear to be
(now read from bottom to top)
- sheera al-hassani
@sailingserenity
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC