"erebos" poems - Hello Poetry

Day's end, sun's caisson doth wend Residual rays a respite to append Twilight's shroud dreary dividend Swirls of gray into firmament blend Vestments of light shed sacral veil Luna's naked, pale orb flashes its spell Twinkling sprites across dark tides sail Constellation's mystical portents braille Nyx, Erebos eclipse Hemera's blithe melody with bass duet Earth's warmed bed yields its thermal blanket Ocean tides move in rhythmic tandem to cadence of lunar clarinet Swarming shadows stalk each footstep paring each dark secret Greek gods Nyx: goddess of Night Erebos: goddess of Darkness Hemera: goddess of Day

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Sep 15, 2011

Sep 15, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC

stephen-parker

Night's Hypnotic Trance

Day's end, sun's caisson doth wend Residual rays a respite to append Twilight's shroud dreary dividend Swirls of gray into firmament blend Vestments of light shed sacral veil Luna's naked, pale orb flashes its spell Twinkling sprites across dark tides sail Constellation's mystical portents braille Nyx, Erebos eclipse Hemera's blithe melody with bass duet Earth's warmed bed yields its thermal blanket Ocean tides move in rhythmic tandem to cadence of lunar clarinet Swarming shadows stalk each footstep paring each dark secret Greek gods Nyx: goddess of Night Erebos: goddess of Darkness Hemera: goddess of Day

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Here are the thousand hopes packed in a red coffin Made of yarns and tied with black string It comes with flowers and wrapped in green As if it is so weary; it flashes a grin Here is the sleep packed in wooden jars Unreachable for the latches are worn down Then it comes, decorated in porcelain With cracks spread across and glossed by tears Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The nightmares and scars it hatched When you and I walked down, forlorn To call for Pandora and the hope she’d forgotten Here are the bullets torn down during life The protector and murderer of our own kind They come disguised in arsenic laces Tearing the night and the vulnerable moon princess Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The dreams and bruises it abandoned When you and I walked down upon chaos To call for Erebos and the darkness he caresses

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC

noand-hegask

Package

Here are the thousand hopes packed in a red coffin Made of yarns and tied with black string It comes with flowers and wrapped in green As if it is so weary; it flashes a grin Here is the sleep packed in wooden jars Unreachable for the latches are worn down Then it comes, decorated in porcelain With cracks spread across and glossed by tears Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The nightmares and scars it hatched When you and I walked down, forlorn To call for Pandora and the hope she’d forgotten Here are the bullets torn down during life The protector and murderer of our own kind They come disguised in arsenic laces Tearing the night and the vulnerable moon princess Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The dreams and bruises it abandoned When you and I walked down upon chaos To call for Erebos and the darkness he caresses

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I am not a morning person. I am not a man built for the sunrise, unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge on the culmination of a long summer's eve. This is not something that One Should Necessarily Lament When considering the fact that Mostpoliticaladvancementisdoneintheweehours. The hours of night beckon unceasingly. Time well spent in the company of Erebos. In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen, A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction. Yet I find myself yearning for the age That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC

will-dameron

Night

I am not a morning person. I am not a man built for the sunrise, unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge on the culmination of a long summer's eve. This is not something that One Should Necessarily Lament When considering the fact that Mostpoliticaladvancementisdoneintheweehours. The hours of night beckon unceasingly. Time well spent in the company of Erebos. In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen, A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction. Yet I find myself yearning for the age That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.

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You are me in another body, The same soul split in two, A double dose of insanity, From all things we share and do, Both full of poise and profanity, A Recluse and a Star, We are both bright and dim, Born of Love and War, We are pushed to Sanity's rim, Both so near yet so far, You are the emmisary of Hope, As I am the envoy of Despair, You are the kind Antelope, As I am a terrifying Bear, Together we gently Develop, To be relentless and cruel, Yet just, kind and fair, To be Iron Handed on our Rule, Yet Gentle like a Mother's Care, To both be the King and the Fool, For you are my twin, My other side of the cosmos, My hollowed soul piece within, My piece of Olympus in Erebos, For we exist in each other's skin.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC

vincent-allen-vicente-manuel

Twin

You are me in another body, The same soul split in two, A double dose of insanity, From all things we share and do, Both full of poise and profanity, A Recluse and a Star, We are both bright and dim, Born of Love and War, We are pushed to Sanity's rim, Both so near yet so far, You are the emmisary of Hope, As I am the envoy of Despair, You are the kind Antelope, As I am a terrifying Bear, Together we gently Develop, To be relentless and cruel, Yet just, kind and fair, To be Iron Handed on our Rule, Yet Gentle like a Mother's Care, To both be the King and the Fool, For you are my twin, My other side of the cosmos, My hollowed soul piece within, My piece of Olympus in Erebos, For we exist in each other's skin.

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