#greek myth poetry

[lesbianjennybrown]

I love the idea of Buford being a nerd for Greek/Roman mythology+ history . I guess it makes sense since Greek and Roman history + mythology is very big man history with an emphasis on war hero’s, emperors, etc which would be RIGHT up his alley. But I still think it’s an interesting side of his character

Like he knew the (albeit fake) story of the Gordian Knot, he was super willing to participate in the Trojan War reenactment, even taking a leadership roll, and he was super knowledgeable about the clothing worn by his character.

we already know buford tends to gravitate towards nerdy things so he can be “a kid in a candy store” (Nerds of a Feather) with the amount of nerds around him, but the Trojan War reenactment and the implied book club that preceded it seemed to be just the friends.

I can imagine Baljeet maybe getting him to read the Odyssey or the Illiad and he secretly loves it but he is NOT letting Baljeet know but as he gets more comfortable around his friends, he lets his interests come to light in small ways…

I wonder which ancient historian he likes best? I think he’d be a fan of Plutarch’s parallel lives, because it focuses on the big guys, and their lives and journeys

He’s so cute, he is taking this so seriously. Also the sentiment of “here’s your shield, come back with it or on it” was very of that era, but providing a kit for your army… well

#phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #pnf #buford and baljeet #pnf buford #buford van stomm #greek myth poetry #Roman history #i think he’d read Percy Jackson #and be like I AM ARES #idk he’s my special boy #maybe he’d pray to Poseidon for Biff

[mitskicoded]

pauline albanese - the closed doors | the silt verses | michelle hodkin - the becoming of noah shaw | kim addonizio - you were | christina im - on loving helen | natalie diaz - these hands, if not gods

#hades the og yandere #no idc if this isn’t accurate ITS HOW I PERCIEVE HIM #web weaving #web weave #greek myth retellings #classical mythology #greek mythology #greek myth moodboard #greek myth poetry #hades and persephone #hades x persephone

[maryhall]

All the Girls He Had Wronged

a girl because she is always a girl

always a child half his size

a girl who must be lured in

because her parents taught her

never to trust strangers

so he takes the skin of an animal

something he knows the girl will like

a swan, a bull, an eagle, wild animals

who chose the girl as if she’s special

as if she has some magical power

she’s unaware of.

and she thinks she’s magical

a demigod herself of a lesser-known

god of nature she cannot remember

some god fathered her she thinks

as she scratches the swan’s neck

a girl stands no more a girl

her feet in lapping waves like a tongue

and she asks if she can go home

or she goes home but what can she say

or she sits there in the summer she made

or she’ll float float beyond the reach

of a wife blaming the wrong person

or she’ll throw herself

into the stormy sea

#words #poetry #quotes #my poem #original poem #original poetry #poems and quotes #poem #short poem #literature #mythology #Greek mythology #greek myth poetry #greek gods #greek myths #myths #poetry about mythology #mythology poetry #mythology poems

[astoryfullofwoe]

worship // greek lovers

i play your body like a lyre

and savour the sweet songs you sing;

my fingers know every string by heart,

i’m fluent in your vocal poetry.

i would start and end wars

for your ambrosia lips

and the way they trail down my figure—

your mouth more devastating

than any of Eros’ arrows.

we make such beautiful music together.

modern greek lovers; Sappho must be proud.

caress me like you’re

making love to Aphrodite;

i’m all soft curves and pink skin,

dripping sea foam, ready for your touch.

gently work the oyster shell open,

and polish the pearl ‘til it shines.

trace my flower petals with your tongue,

drink the nectar forged only for you.

bite me like you’re

fucking Dionysus;

claw me open, hear me cry out—

you know i like it rough.

curl around me like ivy,

scratch down my back and feel it arch.

sip on my wine, suck on the cork;

watch how i put on a show for you.

embrace me like you’re

bedding Hera;

spread yourself wide, peacock-style,

give yourself up to me in offering.

brush heavenly kisses down my neck,

you know i’m your queen—

your hands gripped in my hair, my crown,

your face of carved marble, my throne.

make my mortal body tremble

on our altar of honey-sweet elixir

and damp, discarded bedsheets;

climb Mount Olympus, make a religion out of me.

#poetry #greek mythology #greek gods #greek myth poetry #mythology #greek myth retellings #aphrodite #dionysus #hera #goddess #the song of achilles #ancient greece #sappho #sapphic #love poetry #greek lovers #writing #dark academia #light academia #creative writing #queer poetry #queer ns/fw #greek myth aesthetic #greek mythology aesthetic #sapphic poetry #poet #academia #wlw ns/fw #wlw #wlw love

[supitsgdo]

There are two possibilities for their story: a) the classic abduction, or b) the forbidden love.

In my collage, I opted the love version. Because I like to think that someone can deal with the darkness that everyone has. Hades has been chide way because he was left to deal with the dead. And I like to imagine that he had someone who saw the real him. Who could break all the walls built by the others. And it's just sad that the couple is chastised by the rest because they couldn't simple accept their love.

What's your thoughts about their story?

#greek mythology #greek myth poetry #persephone #Hades #hades and persephone #persephades #persephone and hades #mythology #Greek #ancient Greek #classic #classical #love #forbidden love #forbidden romance

[glasswaters]

a boon, pray. grant me a boon, goddess of gods. when the flowers bloom and the air grows heavy with warmth, won't you give me something sweet? tender and wild, and full of teeth, let my mother work her hands to blood.

am i not made from the lines in her palms, and all the soft edges your husband has long since whetted away? are those not his teeth, buried in my mother's shoulder, yet?

in the hungry soil, I plant a pomegranate tree. each year, it carries six fruits. each year, I return to find it sick with rot.

my lady. my skies. my wrath. under my toes blooms mint. even in my mother's garden, it sits just underneath my skin, as though it has long since found root in my flesh. this, too, is an offering.

I wonder, in the summers, when the air is honey and the garden wails, about the cardinal points of your rib cage. or, perhaps, of this world. storms like jewels, and days so clear that stars might touch it.

at night, I watch what will be Venus. Aphrodite. sharp, she sits stitched into the very fabric above mortal eyes. stark, she looks at me, every autumn.

your husband misses you.

a secret, goddess. keep a secret, for me. in mortal terms, the story has five beats: a god finds in a place full of sunlight a goddess with pearls for teeth. he asks of her nothing and takes of her all that he can touch. willingly, say some. trickery, say others. she loses name and boon and realm in his hands. home will never be the same again.

that is not the secret, dearheart. that is not the boon.

the secret has long since dripped into the cobblestones that line my path. the secret lies, folded in divine terms. matrimony takes me, yearly, by the hand, and guides me, slowly. gently, it takes from me my crown. with soft hands, it braids my hair and washes the pigment from my fabrics.

on the border between winter and spring, something golden lays heavy on my mouth. halfway between summer and autumn, I spin from the tips of my fingers a petal-storm and drink ambrosia from vengeful lips.

a boon, goddess. grant me a kiss, for these long, warm months. I will bring to olympus a pomegranate and watch you, golden, pry it apart.

- Hera, take me home. soften yourself, and let me kiss wrath from bloody palms.

#greek myth poetry #greek mythology #ancient greece #hera #persephone #hera x persephone #persephone x hera #listen. listen. #persephone prays at the altar of matrimony #persephone worships at the mouth of a goddess who once held the skies #poetry #writers of tumblr #writerblr #poets of tumblr #on love #love #devotion #a prayer #from spring to matrimony #from devotion to wrath #from one goddess tied in a tale to another #spilled words #spilled ink

[artistic-pussy-power]

greek poetry collection 1/?

please do not repost my work, especially without credit + taglist under cut

taglist: @divorce-enjoyer

dm me if you want to be added/removed from the taglist!

#writing #poetry #original poem #poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #greek tumblr #greek mythology #greek myth poetry #persphone #hades #love poetry #my posts #greek gods

[hecates-corner]

more Aphrodite and her mortal lover por favor? *hopeful eyes*

Of COURSE! Me encanta escribir esta historia.

How about a nice little POV switch, hm?

She is as lovely the poets paint her. As the bards sing her to be.

My lady is warm as sun-blessed honey, swift-running and golden as the very voice she beholds. Even in her mortal form, the very one that drew me in like a frail moth to a flickering flame, her eyes shine blue as the cresting sea: now light, and now dark. The bubbles of the tide are painted into the hue, white flecks that could very well be misplaced stars in the sky of broad daylight.

Her olive skin glints like bronze, the corn color of her hair flowing down it as a stream tumbles down gentle rocks of a cliff. Her hands, small and smooth, with lightly visible veins, twist and fly through the air as we dance with one another. The rosy dawn cannot hold a candle to the flush on her high cheeks, as plush and pink as the roses that grow where I would come to lay.

We run, through a field of rustling grain, wind whistling as it blows through each strand. The bright sky begins to rumble, a horde of swelling clouds growing dark, moving in towards us. We know of the drops, of the cold tears that will fall when those cotton clumps swarm our once-vast, shrinking skies.

She turns, enough to tilt her teasing form towards me, and extends a hand. It curls out, her graceful wrist like the neck of a sweet swan, bending just so to lay her paled palm flat. An invitation.

When I take it, she laughs, laughs, and it is of falling feathers, snow white and soft. It is the unfurling petals of a waking blossom, and the scent of apples in the breeze. She is perfect, though I did not think a word to exist.

My Aphrodite guides me, out bare feet leaping and landing upon soft earth, the soil that will soon be damp with water from the domain of my love's familiar, lord of cloud. Was he chasing us, pursuing us then? I could not say, for I thought of no one but her. Though I did not think so. We were small and unimportant to such a great gaze, especially then. To us, the world was not ours, nor were we owned. We simply were.

She led me gently over a hollow log, dark and soft with impending rot, and we were there.

Together we tumbled backwards, as she tugged me into her embrace and we landed upon the spongey moss that cushioned our fall. I laughed, then, louder than before. Giggles that shook us both, holding fast and clutching one another gently, for we knew neither of us would escape.

Mortals fear gods will come to them in forms of doves, of oxen or bulls, in showers of light. Some fear gods will leave them the same ways. I did not feel weary of either. My dearest was many things, but I knew her, for how little we had been acquainted.

The skies rumbled again, vibrating deep within the earth. The sound of the rain began to approach earshot, incessant white noise of the showering pull. It smelled of rain.

A fig tree loomed over us, shielding the remaining sun and the imminent rain from our skins, and casting the gentle comfort of its matronly power over us.

I pressed my face into her neck, her soft locks like myrtles crushed beneath my cheek. She let me nuzzle my nose into the underside of her jaw, feeling out the sweet concavity of the bone. I kissed the space there, where tongue tissue connected with the muscle inside of her mouth.

She hummed, contentedly. "My dear," she spoke, so smoothly and with such ease that it would have brought tears to my eyes at the loveliness. "If we do not return to your home soon, we will be caught in the haze of the storm."

I chuckled. "You do not think I hope for such?"

She was quiet, but even I could feel the grin spread on her lips. She need not say a word, just the buzz of the laugh in her throat was enough for me.

The clouds consumed the sky, and drops dripped from their vastness, dropping down and rolling like sips of water down thirsty throats. The chilly tears landed sweetly upon us, one by one, dissonantly. I tipped my chin up to watch her blink a drop from her dark lashes.

"Do you truly look like this?" I asked.

She was curious. Not surprised, simply curious.

"The way you see me?" She closed her eyes, in place of where a head shake would be. "No."

"No?"

She laughed, a songbird's throaty call. "I appear differently to every mortal. But I know how they see me." Aphrodite cast me a knowing glance. "Blonde, and blue eyed? That is your peak of beauty?"

I flushed. "Like the ocean, and the sand over which it drapes."

She snorted. "Like the children of Zeus."

My hand flew up and swatted her shoulder gently, her body rocking harder with larger giggles. "Oh, please, my lady. Do not scorn me."

"I do not, love." My Aphrodite laughed. "I simply wonder what beauty is to you."

"You are beauty to me," I replied, much too quickly to have been untrue. "In whatever form you may take."

She paused, but there was no word to speak, no comment to mutter. She simply was, and so I was, too. Silence enveloped us, the comfortable and easy quiet that cupped us so gently.

At last, she spoke.

"I do have a true form." Aphrodite said.

I waited. "You do?"

"Yes." She spoke, simply.

Perhaps I could have said a million things: show me, or what shape does your hair hold? Or asked if she even had hair.

But I did not. I did not say any of those, or anything close.

"Good." I said, because it was the only thing I needed to say.

#love you rosewater #i smile when i see you in my notifs <3 #greek mythology #aphrodite x mortal woman #aphrodite #greek myth #mythology #author #aphrodisiac #should I make this an actual professional short story to publish?? #greek mythos #greek goddess #greek retelling #greek myth poetry #if you look carefully you will see I added easter eggs #of her sacred animals and things #in the story #aphrodite x female lover #aphrodite and her lover

[spaceacepirate]

A hunter shoots a bear on the slopes of Mount Ida. She does not return to her cubs, they starve, never to grow old, never to gain a brother. The shepherd never finds a boy. Prince Alexander is forgotten, Paris is never named.

Troy flourishes, there is no spark to burn it down. There is no spark at all.

Trade blooms, with nothing to set their relations ablaze. The city grows and peace is sowed. Swords and spears are only used in games. Walls lower, houses grow, temples built with pillars reaching to the sky. The queen of Sparta stays queen, as there is no torch in the dead of night that takes her heart. Greece unites and there is no wildfire to burn it down. 

Fate knows, and as Fate knows, so does prophecy, so does Kassandra in words truthful but unbelieved.

Fire burns, destroys, brings death but fire is more life than any other, it is warmth.

-No fire, no death and without death there is no life. This city will not burn. Never again. No fire, no warmth, no death, no life.

There is no spark. No fire blazing through the halls. The flames go out.

There is no prince to make people laugh, dance, live. Palace halls grow quiet, the streets empty, livestock leaves. The harvest fails, rotting in the earth. It rains for days or not at all for months. The people pray, but receive no answer. The torches dim, the candles go out, the flames die.

Troy crumbles under its own weight, taking all others with it, infested by its plague of lifelessness. Some fates are unavoidable, some cities meant to die. The day must end, the night will take over.

#Paris of Troy #Greek Mythology #greek myth poetry #poetry #Troy #Illiad #The Illiad #cassandra of troy #i have one more draft thing left but no idea what to do with it #so that will return in 5 months #original poem

[moomoocowmaid]

I am one of the seven wonders of the modern world—that’s why they call me the Cuntlossus of Rhoslay

#seven wonders #colossus of Rhodes #helios #rhodes #irl harley excerpt #on call #very cunty #greek myth memes #greek mythology #contemporary #greek gods #slay #cunty #slay girlboss #humor #funny #lol #literally #ancient greek #greek myth poetry #goofy #haha #evil #text post #original post #me devouring #freak #textpost #shit post #shitpost

[eucalyptgem]

Young Apollo,

how your passion scorches.

Melting wax on a young boy's back;

Molten iron wreathing a lover's crown;

Your tears cannot extinguish celestial storms.

Blame that vengeful wind

though it did not throw the sparrow to the sea

nor toss the disk to the sky.

No, fate does not vindicate causation.

You did this.

Sing laments from afar;

Apportion your gift to others,

but don't let them spark.

Do not ask who is there to warm you -

the feathers are gone

(Ai, ai)

The flowers are all that is left,

and those can become ashes, too.

Don't you dare threaten their mourning.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #my poetry #writing #writeblr #original poetry #spilled poetry #mlm yearning #greek myth poetry #apollo #hyacinthus #icarus and apollo #icarus poem #hyacinthus x apollo #apollo x icarus #greek mythology #greek tragedy #in my mind this poem is apollo talking to himself #something about blaming yourself for those you love getting hurt #something about giving everything you have to others and not allowing them to give back to you #every mortal apollo ever loved died because of him. that’s gotta fuck him up surely

[laladanefilm]

"Most gods and mortals have lives that are tied to nothing; they tangle and wend now here, now there, according to no set plan. But then there are those who wear their destinies like nooses, whose lives run straight as planks, however they try to twist. It is these that our prophets may see."

– Madeline Miller, Circe

#greek myth poetry #book quote #quotes #booktok #madeline miller #circe #greek mythology #witches #poems and poetry

[jackson-sage]

I would fight to the death for her

For her I would destroy the world

And all of the mortals living in it

There is no limit to my love

It matters not that she is married to another

For I love her

How could I not?

She is perfect in every way

She completes me

For all is fair in love and war

#aphrodite #poems on tumblr #poem #poetry #ares god of war #greek mythology #greek gods #mythology and folklore #ares and aphrodite #greek myth poetry #love and war

[icanonlyblamemyself]

AN EPIC / BRUTALITY - 02.11.18. - @nosebleedclub

ACT ONE - ORPHEUS stands in front of HADES, all pleading eyes and desperation and sweat and smoke. HADES' lips curls into a cruel smile, knife carving through skin as his lip twists up, just so.

HADES speaks, eyes leveling ORPHEUS': "Write me a poem, child, write me a rhyme / write me a limerick, a haiku, an epic in time / It doesn't matter what you speak, the truth is rather simple / I've already made up my mind, the light's begun to dwindle."

ACT TWO - water clogs into ORPHEUS' shoes as he trudges through the cold. it weights at his shoes like the brutality of knowing the gods' words are and never will be true. this hopeless fate clings to him and, even as he wades, it doesn't wash away.

ORPHEUS looks behind him.

ACT THREE - EURYDICE gasps ("Orpheus, my heart is yours") and then, like a flicker of candle light interrupted by a single breath, EURYDICE is gone.

#orpheus #eurydice #ancient greek #greek poetry #greek posts #greek myth aesthetic #greek myth retellings #greek myth poetry #greek mythology #orpheus and euridyce #orpheus and eurydice #hadestown #not sure i like this....... #poetryblr #poetry #writing #vent poetry #poem #my writing #spilled writing #writing prompt #spilled poetry #spilled feelings #prose writing #writing prompts #script format #prompts #prompt #prose #writers and poets

[kar-rah]

Hades touch was Elysium in Tartarus,

his every caress pure bliss on fire,

the origin of all my sins.

He was my own personal god on Earth, and he’d never let me forget it.

-k❤️ (2023)

#love #writers on tumblr #love poem #love quotes #my writing #quotes #poem #writing #greek tumblr #greek mythology #hades #hades quotes #hades poem #greek myth poetry #elysium #god #greek gods #aemond targaryen #aemond #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians

[rossartgallery]

As she mourned, so mourned the earth.

As her body withered, so withered the plants.

As her eyes stung, so stung the winds.

Winter comes when Persephone leaves.

Falling leaves from falling tears.

An earth lost to Hades.

#illustration #art #procreate #history #greek godess #greek myth poetry #greek mythology #greek myth art #demeter #persephone #hades and persephone #amateur poetry #poetry #greek pantheon #hellenic pantheon #hellenistic