"hecuba" poems - Hello Poetry

I ran across a butterfly with a broken wing, struggling only wishing to soar in the sky this left me thinking How many actresses are out there that can make a man cry that make you say what is Hecuba to her You know the kind She ran away back in 05 out to Cali, looking for a small break she is still waiting tables 12 hour shift then leaves to practice before she breaks down and cries and calls it a night How many poets paint a picture using only language never to be discovered You know the kind The shy kid in class that is always picked on scribbles in a journal if only you could read it you would understand He walks home to yelling parents locks his door and writes some more before he breaks down and cries and calls it a night only to repeat it again again I picked up that butterfly and brought him to the grass away from the burning road and speeding cars I hope one day it will fly again again

0

Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC

EvilShredder

Broken Wing

I ran across a butterfly with a broken wing, struggling only wishing to soar in the sky this left me thinking How many actresses are out there that can make a man cry that make you say what is Hecuba to her You know the kind She ran away back in 05 out to Cali, looking for a small break she is still waiting tables 12 hour shift then leaves to practice before she breaks down and cries and calls it a night How many poets paint a picture using only language never to be discovered You know the kind The shy kid in class that is always picked on scribbles in a journal if only you could read it you would understand He walks home to yelling parents locks his door and writes some more before he breaks down and cries and calls it a night only to repeat it again again I picked up that butterfly and brought him to the grass away from the burning road and speeding cars I hope one day it will fly again again

47

Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we regain confidence; and we start to have courage and high hopes. But something always happens and stops us. Achilles in the trench before us emerges and with loud cries terrifies us.-- Our efforts are like those of the Trojans. We believe that with resolution and daring we will alter the blows of destiny, and we stand outside to do battle. But when the great crisis comes, our daring and our resolution vanish; our soul is agitated, paralyzed; and we run around the walls seeking to save ourselves in flight. Nevertheless, our fall is certain. Above, on the walls, the mourning has already begun. The memories and the sentiments of our days weep. Bitterly Priam and Hecuba weep for us.

0

1.4k

Constantine P. Cavafy

Trojans

Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we regain confidence; and we start to have courage and high hopes. But something always happens and stops us. Achilles in the trench before us emerges and with loud cries terrifies us.-- Our efforts are like those of the Trojans. We believe that with resolution and daring we will alter the blows of destiny, and we stand outside to do battle. But when the great crisis comes, our daring and our resolution vanish; our soul is agitated, paralyzed; and we run around the walls seeking to save ourselves in flight. Nevertheless, our fall is certain. Above, on the walls, the mourning has already begun. The memories and the sentiments of our days weep. Bitterly Priam and Hecuba weep for us.

21

I love you like Zeus loves his cow-eyed wife As Cronos, scared and jealous, loved his young Like Agamemnon cherished afterlife And Creon prized his niece’s nimble tongue My love is like an ocean full of sharks Where mortals fly too high upon wax wings My love is Oedipus kept in the dark The Minotaur to Theseus’ string I see you with Tiresias’ eyes A play with no deus ex machina Hephaestus’ lust to wise Athena’s thigh My heart as blessed as mother Hecuba Though from your mythic love I’m left irate I cannot use a word so strong as ‘hate’

0

Dec 31, 2018

Dec 31, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC

soveryamuseing

Sonnet

I love you like Zeus loves his cow-eyed wife As Cronos, scared and jealous, loved his young Like Agamemnon cherished afterlife And Creon prized his niece’s nimble tongue My love is like an ocean full of sharks Where mortals fly too high upon wax wings My love is Oedipus kept in the dark The Minotaur to Theseus’ string I see you with Tiresias’ eyes A play with no deus ex machina Hephaestus’ lust to wise Athena’s thigh My heart as blessed as mother Hecuba Though from your mythic love I’m left irate I cannot use a word so strong as ‘hate’

14

Hector wears his leaves in midsummer morning paired with tangled tails, harsh with knots while the kitten, bored and yawning sits demurely The ball begins to unwind again and I’ll admit my voice was reproachful I saw the sunlit bonfire overhead and turned my heart as if to say I’m glad to help if only I might gently touch a perfect impression of you and your red eyes darting sideways In this peculiar space your brightness fades and quietly you said to yourself ‘I couldn’t make you tidy’ This old dame will outlast the seasons and Nature, affected staggers aside, blunders A shadow deep beneath a ruined pile thought that it should be dead by now I put out my hands and wicked tears fell like rain I gave a kiss to make it understand and touched something else, tho it flew away too fast for me to see distinctly, in the darkness It told me ‘I am here’

0

Jan 11, 2022

Jan 11, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC

swiggins

HECTOR, CROWN PRINCE OF TROY, SON OF HECUBA

Hector wears his leaves in midsummer morning paired with tangled tails, harsh with knots while the kitten, bored and yawning sits demurely The ball begins to unwind again and I’ll admit my voice was reproachful I saw the sunlit bonfire overhead and turned my heart as if to say I’m glad to help if only I might gently touch a perfect impression of you and your red eyes darting sideways In this peculiar space your brightness fades and quietly you said to yourself ‘I couldn’t make you tidy’ This old dame will outlast the seasons and Nature, affected staggers aside, blunders A shadow deep beneath a ruined pile thought that it should be dead by now I put out my hands and wicked tears fell like rain I gave a kiss to make it understand and touched something else, tho it flew away too fast for me to see distinctly, in the darkness It told me ‘I am here’

32