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The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
Hera put her foot down. Zeus didn’t understand her frown: “It was just a night on the town!”   It was never the last time, Though he swore it on every dime
Staring in a reflection Waiting to be submerged Outside in the world of life Things are feeling disturbed   At least things look so clear In the reflection that I see
As I doth speak, sweetness pours from my lips. Your concentration is staring into the blue abyss of my eyes. You do not say a word, you only listen. I speak low and clear, making sure you miss not a single word.
As I doth speak, sweetness pours from my lips. Your concentration is staring into the blue abyss of my eyes. You do not say a word, you only listen. I speak low and clear, making sure you miss not a single word.
Medusa was an ugly girl, Or so the stories told. Her looks might not have been ideal, But she had a heart of gold.   
aphrodite she struts into the clubstealing all the hearts as she does many know heras she owns a beauty empiremakeup, skincare, hair care and moreshe owns it all
 “Click...Clack” the heels hit the ground at a rhythm. Hiss!!! The snakes glare forward with their heads held high each wearing designer Ray-Ban sunglasses that shimmer in the sun.
The year is 2019 and the world is modern. Most have lost the beilef that the world is flat, though some still often wonder. We account for illness and celestial beings with science
We weren't singing for you We aren’t posting for you You call us vane? Yet you picture us this way  In your mind Made us look at ourselves like 
I prayed to Atë For life But she did not take that well Because there is no easy way for me to be punished for that She cannot give me life and my own downfall
Waking each day,  a coffee to drink a teacher at dawn   Meeting in the middle,
I Never Asked Why Me. I Never Cursed The Names Of Those Who Bashed Me Thinking Their Words Meant Nothing Through Tiny Screens In Their Hands. I Didn't Consider Myself A Victim,
  Let me tell you the story Of a myth not known for glory,  Of an idea that has been forgotten And replaced with something rotten.  
When my calcium bones fell from their gums,  I felt Calliope rooting daffodils in the bottom of my throat; drowning my lungs, as the morning light comes. She told me to skip my rain coat,
they told you i was taken. stolen from my honey paradise of flowers and sunshine, dragged six feet under and buried alive.   they told you i was forced.
Another day. Another stone Another potential boyfriend gone  Meeting face to face won't work for me  Because those I meet tend to freeze
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted. but that isn't true. he died from the cold. the ice gripped and clawed at his wings weighing them down
So Zeus, you claim to be the man A man who has slain as many of  His enemies in the football field as  He do to the women who are “blessed” to sleep in his bed.
Zeus Ruler of all your Wisdom Goddess will be your downfall Metis, mother, protector of child her daughter, a virile Woman   Athena is the embodiment of valiancy
I mourn the tides of the sea, siren’s calls that once reached my ears fall deaf, lost in a roaring mob. I reach out  to the ocean, to the blue, to love.
Peck. A stolen fire. Rip. Humanity’s freedom. Shred. Your salvation. Tear. My Heart. Scratch.
Deep below the Earth's surface, Fire erupts into gulfs of flames. A castle of obsidian awaits The arrival of the King Back from the human world. In his arms is a girl with the gift
according to myth, the gorgon was not always a monster until the day she and the god of the sea were caught together on Athena’s sacred grounds
Sissy-fits pushed his rock around the hallways. He pushed his rock around his home  Sissy-fits pushed and pushed and pushed his rock.  His rock never felt at home. His rock always needed to be moved.
stone i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me creating creatures i'll never hold statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me they are
Tossing and turning the night before Our hero had to return to another day of war His mighty broad shoulders and thick cut jaw Oh so handsome left all the girls in awe
She commands fashion, Head of all important yet, no one dares to look.  
He flipped his hair, a smirk riddled across his face. She reached for him.    Quiet.        Small.            Tender.                 Loving.
Medusa, Medusa, my love for 3 years.  Medusa's beauty brings me to tears,  With her beautiful green hair.  How I would love for her to notice me. Medusa never looks my way. Medusa never removes her glasses. 
Apollo has sent his horses to rest Artemis has come out to dance So close your eyes It’s time to sleep But don’t forget to Pray to the Gods to watch over you As you sleep in blissful peace
Many say mythology is in fact, just a myth. A false presumption, a made up story. But, what if these ancient legends are actually predictions of our future?
I like to imagine Ganymede, famed wine-bearer of the pantheon, to be a skilled bartender despite his youthful naivete   Perhaps his wish is, using his nightly tips, to care for his father
After eons of rule and omnipotence, The God’s grew sick of their own importance. Together they chose to settle down, And run a school in a tiny town.
After eons of rule and omnipotence, The God’s grew sick of their own importance. Together they chose to settle down, And run a school in a tiny town.
Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion, the ruins of reckless self-obsession.  I sought to outthink my mind, herself,  the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.   
my life is like like charybdis my head is spinning, can't take this I breathe in, everything all at once I belche it out and feel like a dunce if only i had someone to come and pick out every crumb
Persphone. a rose in a garden of sunflowers, lived at home, until one day she didn't,   Hades.  the needle in the haystack, the man of her dreams, and her nightmares,  
    Persephone  He was so nice when we met,  Until one day he would let me leave. I was given a pomegranate red and sweet, Six sweet seeds I did eat. Now I’m his half a year, 
Hades is the name Bartending's the game Waiting for the sun to set So others will place another bet Cleaning another glass Watching the local football star pass
     Athens high school was home to some of the best and most talented gods and goddesses in all of Greece. This high class school was home of Zeus, Poseidon, and Aphrodite.
The girl with silky smooth hair The girl with a messy bun  The girl with no hair at all She is in all of us    The girl with designer clothes  The girl who wears hand me downs
In New York, above the empire state tower Zeus lays in Olympus Brooding; bored as ever He looks down on the city An idea forms in his mind Rain clouds with intensity pour down on mankind
From Stone “Are you jealous of me?” Medusa hisses. Her friends slither, and smile. “Another statue,” they laugh. “Pretty, cold, porcelain; meant for a shelf,” they mock.
Snowflakes quiver on the  edge of something new, knew there would be no return afterwards.  The snow collected and stuck together  -birds of a feather-  the land grew cold, 
My naem is Hades, this is my refrain, you shouldst know me by it, in this future, but this plaes, with these paopel, is not the saem ,
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it 
They call me Medusa, a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa. The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight; jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte? The lust of a capricious potency,
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone A ruddy smearing on the blade Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow A carving of the heart
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing. 
Love, thou hast destroyed my waking spirit My Every fiber is drunk with your force My eyes can lust, yet my soul is illicit The sky before a storm was my loves source Now the storm has come, nothing matters anymore
I am a narcissist. I am a fool. I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes Unscathed. I am Apollo pining for love,
A little girl, princess of Troy Was never one that had much joy Her tale is of great tragedy Her life has inspired much study   Apollo gave the gift to know But cursed her all those years ago
She prowls her home, always on guard Forever weary of intruders, of invaders, of men coming inside. Remembering the one she had foolishly let in So long ago now, but far too soon to forget. Always too soon to forget
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
In all of Aphrodite's reign, nothing more could bring her fury, a mortal child on Earth that goes by the name of Psyche, who has been rumored to be the second coming of the goddess herself, or even the child of. Her wrath leaves none to be safe, a
The sails have risen with the sky painted crimson, and the water reflecting its reign.   I hear singing, I hear it ringing,
Moirai spun me, with you, Sewn ourselves together to fate, We lusted for our destiny.   Melted hours folded together with ceaseless love.
  I had power once Power to take anything from this wretched world and make it beautiful Gleaming like that liquid amber solidified It was granted to me Much like her heart could not be  
A Thought, indefinite and young, rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers, flashing with light.   A Thought, pooling and unwavering, grew in lazy night and cold passion,
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
Silver swirling, Achelous,you are a child of Gaia, mysweet-water love. From theday I was born, under Neptune'sgaze, I have floated throughstarpaths towards your gleaming colors.
Pandora Foolish girl You let your curiosity get the best of you And opened the box That forsaken box And now your brethren and children Will suffer A fate of sins and evil
I've seen you with such joy. I've seen you when you're excited. Now, all I can look to Are the memories of you. I'm all alone.   You've always said That I'm a man's best friend.
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
Today has been a rough day A tough day I came to Oregon for college
i am not the story
(performed in front of my fraternity when we were celebrating Greek culture. there are many different versions of the Pandora myth so understandably some parts of my poem might not "fit" with one version of the myth)
  There comes a time in a mother's life When her son or daughter must leave her
Flitting through the trees She runs Like the quicksilver moon High in the clear night sky   He passes through the dark trees Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
  Change my life make me a professor Who do I pray to? Who do I call on?  My life will never be the same  Don’t Let Athena see my sorrow Don’t Let Zeus hear my pain
I can be what I want to be Through my volition I will cut off these arms And in their place will be the real me A pair of wings To be free To go further than I ever have before
Imprisoned, trapped, confined, Prey to those who hunt us, but blessed with genius, with cunning. The wings of freedom on our backs provide our only hope; the gateway to the heavens,
I am ugly.   And I know that I am.   But I have a want,   a need,   a desire     a desperation for love and beauty. I hide behind the jagged rocks
Flowers prance, Sunshine gleams, Air whistles, and Animals dance. Skipping, hopping, hair caressing the air, with Mother and I. Anticipation ascends, tear drops descend
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
  Folly then, not folly now Earth about the sun revolves Aristarchus, show us how Minds resist yet thought evolves Puzzle through the paths so cryptic Crossing orbit and ecliptic Or lean
This is where goddess of wisdom began, In Athens, a petite village and shed; Where Athena grew up and made odd plans, To fight for the throne and not worry to wed. She was like a book that had not been read,
“It is said that Prometheus ascended into heaven and secretly lit his torch at the chariot of Helios, in order to bring down fire to man”
Behold! The once sublime and supreme man Trembling and dripping through the moon and sun: Like the God -- tied barely to life and land, Waiting for his last dawn of pain to come. The life and juvenility are torn,
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