Sons of the gods

Sons of the gods Defying all odds Legends from the past Stories passed down to us Is it myth, is it our story? Is it just a song of glory? Songs by our bloodlines Their bones in our shrines We only see empty battlefields But we can all feel the time strains 'Cause the myth... Leer más →

The laurel wreath

Atalanta was fast, But not fast enough, Andromeda was brave, But not brave enough, Antigone just, But suffered injustice, Cassandra sharp-sighted, But sewed disbelief, Persephone disguised, And yet bore her fate- To be tied to a god, A fate many may envy- But heavy lies the head That shares the laurel wreath.   @mena.poetry Foto:... Leer más →

In her world of excess

In her world of excess, Nothing lives purely symmetrical: Her jewels, Her collarbones, The blue of her eyes- Dead. The blue of her eyes, Her collarbones, Her jewels Purely symmetrical. Nothing lives In her world of excess.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem      

A voice is raised

A voice is raised Among the drunken crowd, Nobody listens because- Hurry up please, it’s time. But she’s desperate, but still, She tries, nobody listens, it’s all- Hurry up please, it’s time. In vain, she won’t be heard She cannot breathe she’ll suffocate- Hurry up please, it’s time.   silence.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem  ... Leer más →

Shadow casted over me

Shadow casted over me Like a nocturnal eclipse Hearing how it rips Screaming like a banshee Sinking me in this darkness Tearing the sky with it's claws Breaks the nature laws Leaving me with only sadness It's fate that calls upon us Dragging me into the void It will soon be over They mustn't stay... Leer más →

Hurry up please

Hurry up please, it’s time– For what? For whom? The flowers sing inside the cage– It’s time – I’m late – For what? For whom? People walk out – I hear the messages come in My tea is cold, so am I, They speak tonight and say goodbye All the while all I hear is... Leer más →

Forget

Forget Is an easy word to say You tell me to relax To ground myself To slow down... But can't you see the mist That is surrounding me, The storm, the water Pouring on me are the Memories I never made. I fight against the vicious Wind that fights against me. You tell me to... Leer más →

His wrath ripped through

His wrath ripped through This mortal Earth’s crust, When he heard it, now He could no longer trust These hopeful people, This new civilisation, How could he support The deceitful nation, Who named him after The smallest planet? @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem

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