#greek

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  • naqsaif 12w

    @maiatamarain@refarayouknowwho����
    @miraquill@writersnetwork@writersbay
    #insecurity#greek#myth#character#Book

    Dedicated to the my favourite hero of olympus -
    Leo Valdez

    Valdez : son of the brave.

    "I figure the world is basically a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or the capital-G god or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break off and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly... things happen for a reason."

    ~Rick Riordan, The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus, #4)

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    Valdez

    Machines spur
    Gears snore
    Calming him
    A soothing hymn
    Lost to fire,
    Gained to it too
    The seventh wheel,
    To every feud
    Twice he loughed
    Then he joked
    His insecurities
    He hid in tools.

    ©naqsaif

  • naqsaif 14w

    @miraquill@mirakee@writersnetwork#
    #writersstruggle
    #tartarus#greek#myth#mt.olympus#nyx#godofpit
    #warriors#7#heroesofolympus.

    Mount Olympus : In Greek mythology, Mount Olympus was regarded as the abode of the Greek gods.

    Tartarus: in Greek mythology it is another name for hell.It is a deep abyss(pit)where evil is locked up.
    But tartaras is also a god, He was the body of the pit itself rather than a human like deity.
    In short tartaras is a living place.you can hear it's heartbeat and if you struck the ground( skin of Tartarus) it will bleed.Tartarus is "as far beneath Hades as heaven is above earth."


    Night (Nyx): she was the goddess of the night. She was a child of Chaos, and her husband was Erebos (Darkness)

    Thanatos: he is the god of death whose weapon is a sphere.

    Tartarus, Nyx, Thanatos all live in Underworld.the mythical abode of the dead, imagined as being under the earth.




    So that's it.
    One poem so many elements.
    Imagine falling into tartaras while you are still alive and good and not knowing where you are............

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    Mount Olympus?

    Mount Olympus?




    Someplace we fell
    Where death I smell
    There’s acid in air,
    Monsters, Demons and Vampire’s lair;
    Where light is a slave
    Of darkened graves,
    Where curses are condemned
    On the good and the damned.
    Somewhere the red heart beats
    And every step bleeds,
    Where we are shoved by terrific fear
    Towards death’s spear,
    Where we plunge into the night
    On an endless black fight,
    Whilst realization struck;
    Raise your weapons
    And
    prevail your luck,
    There is no Mount Olympus,
    Behold!
    We have fallen into Tartarus.



    ©naqsaif

  • sighborg 21w

    Icarus's Final Glance

    "Fly away, fly higher than the clouds,
    But don't fly too high,
    For I only gave you the feathers,
    The wings were always mine."
    Icarus heard his father's screams which were now a distant noise.

    He glanced at the endless blues above him,
    Wondering if the clouds could ever suffice for his sufferings,
    Wondering if the stars would be as endless as the tears he shed.
    He wondered what freedom tasted like,
    And how endless were the skies,
    If he'd ever get the promised paradise.

    He took a second glance at the Sun he loved so dearly,
    He straightened his little wings,
    Reached for the heavens above.
    But soon, there were eagles staring at him,
    With eyes red as blood,
    And beaks sharp as knife, ready to cut him into pieces,
    Powerless and with dread in his eyes,
    He soon realized, all those promises,
    Were just lies.

    He took a third glace at the Apollo he had so much faith in,
    After all the torture and tempest,
    And all those empty promises of beauty and bliss,
    Apollo sat back,
    And kept laughing at the sight,
    Kept laughing at his lover's fright.
    His feathers started melting,
    Tossing and turning,
    Each breath suffocating,
    Icarus wanted nothing more than to kill his yearning.

    In a brief spur,
    He was drowning in the waters,
    Wings cut off and ribs broken,
    He took a final glance at the Ether he loved so much,
    He would never see dusk and dawn entwined,
    And like all lovers,
    Would soon become an old myth in new rhyme.

    His molten wings did not kill him,
    They set him free,
    From that absurdity of an unknown melancholy,
    From his endless misery.
    This was the savage nature of the reality,
    He outlasted his fathers morality.
    He knew they'd always applaud his father's claim to fame,
    Mask Daedalus's selfish act with sacrifice,
    Icarus knew he'd always be the one to blame,
    History would always call him "a shame".

    Now that his disappointed father was nowhere to be seen,
    And Apollo had left the scene,
    Icarus knew he'd never be able to see his favorite stars at night,
    And the myths would always say,
    "He was too coward to fight."
    Spitting blood and gasping for breath,
    Dying was the most alive he had ever felt,
    Smiling through his broken jaw,
    He knew he'd always be his father's biggest flaw.

    The Sun has set,
    And the colors in the young boy's eyes had faded,
    His body was left to decay,
    Shooting stars led the way,
    They said, he had, "no origin, no purpose,"
    Nothing changed, it was again the same silence,
    Of an indifferent universe.

    ©sighborg

  • midnighteagle 22w

    "The fallen feather of Pegasus."

    Yet those who touch me!
    won't tame me,
    & those who see me;
    won't beautifully describe me.

    Yes, I am the feather;
    fallen from the pegasus,
    I'll ask you to pick me up;
    if you can bloom your soul?

    Or turn me to my hooves;
    to make the world to a poem,
    where each one of you will be a poet;
    writing a verse each day.

    For those who search me;
    I see you from my stars,
    & shed a feather everytime,
    you wish to bloom your soul.

    ©midnighteagle

  • ovais43 23w

    Causerie 12th Edition has Arrived.

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    The truth you can die with
    The same you can survive with
    The decision will always be yours.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 23w

    Causerie 12th Edition has Arrived.

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    The truth about life of truth is;
    "It never dies".

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 23w

    Causerie 12th Edition has Arrived.

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    Causerie is world's first biggest multilingual literary emagazine. We are serving literature in eleven languages.

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    Spiritual death is the real death of any human being, physical ones are merely cessation of life.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 23w

    Causerie 12th Edition has Arrived.

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    Eleven Languages:
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    Causerie is world's first biggest multilingual literary emagazine. We are serving literature in eleven languages.

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    Even after getting broken a thousand times if your heart is still pumping blood, why don't you learn to be brave enough like your heart? Why don't you accept the fact and reality of this earth's ephemerality? Nothing's eternal or forever here. There would be rare chances of meeting someone or something near to perfection, but things can never be hundred percent perfect in this mortal world. Learn to survive. Savvy!

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    O, Thou Writer!
    Thy words could produce kinetic energy for some souls to move ahead instead of staying in the past, where they could only keep slaying and slandering their own existence.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    I wish I couldn't understand the meanings and intentions behind their words and emojis.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    Every present has a past
    But we can't be so sure
    about its future

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    Sometimes,
    I wish I couldn't be myself
    Just a transparent light,
    that couldn't be seen

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    I wish thou could sit in front of my eyes for long time
    and I could paint thou on the canvas with perfection
    with each and every single detail depicting thou and
    thy beauty without any amalgamation, exaggeration
    I wish thou could sit in front of my eyes for long time
    seeketh no one's but only my affection and attention
    I wish thou could see, the love I hath only for thee.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    Treasures should be treated like treasures not trashes.

    ©ovais43

  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie June Edition has Arrived.

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    If you're good to humanity, God will surely harken thy prayers and bless with the fruits of thy efforts.

    ©ovais43

  • causerieofficial 24w

    Causerie New Edition has Arrived.

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  • ovais43 24w

    Causerie New Edition has Arrived.

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  • steffy2110 24w

    What do I, know about Love

    The cold breeze by the shore, fluttering her sundress,
    caressing her wild curls in the air.
    The sun kissed her goodbye,
    before dunking into the horizon,
    making a silent promise to come again tomorrow by the dawn,
    making her cheeks pink and her eyes smile.
    Like this was how they made their pinky promise each day.
    An emotion so strong beyond words, the faith to let go and wait to return, the faith in his return, the faith in her wait.
    Charmed by the keeper colors, wondered I, 'Is this what Love looks like ?'
    May be it is or may be not, for what do I know about Love.

    "Its not all roses and kisses", whispered Apollo*.
    Says He, there'll be days, they won't meet , when the dark clouds glooms over the skies.
    Sometimes he'll go behind the fluff playing hide,
    Sometimes her sad face doesn't want to wake up to his ray of sunshine,
    Sometimes it's just a bad day, so just take a raincheck!
    Not everything is black and white, it's the grey times testing your waters.
    You see, the beauty blooms when the Greys are embraced, because as rightly said,
    'Even with all your freckles, I'll still love you.
    Even with all your goofs, I still want to keep our promises.
    Even with all Greys I'll still come back and kiss you, for it is the Faith that runs the course.
    Forgive me, for I'll mess up and so do I when you do.'
    Hooking our pinkies we vowed,
    "I'll come for the morning kiss in your waiting arms by the dawn, for I need to see your beautiful smile to start my day".
    And that's my silent prayer as I kiss you each time,
    for You are my forever agápi mou*.



    ©steffy2110


    (*1: Apollo is the Greek mythology God of Sun, Logic and Reason, also a fine musician and healer.

    *2: agápi mou means 'my Love' in Greek)

  • vangelis 25w

    And my ink story went on like that...��
    As you know, Zeus is the Greek God of sky, lightning, tunder....In my poem, the god paints the sky (welkin) with different inks...This is just my own made theme.....
    #mirakee #ink #wod #greek #sky

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    The inked welkin.

    Far far away across the seven seas,
    Zeus had a quill and some ink bottles
    filled with inks of varied colours
    that never saw a paper.
    His rage painted the sky red
    crimson purple pink and more.
    Yellow sky made him mellow.
    Tears painted the clouds with grey
    and black and brown and blue.
    He searched nowhere for
    some pure white ink.
    For white was always empty.
    Others thought 'Where did
    these colours come from? '
    Are them from any fruits and trees
    that flower in all season?
    Or from the glaciers that lay deep?
    No one knows, but on each ink bottle-
    it was written, 'use the ink well'.

    ©lia_angel

  • miss_sunshine1901 26w

    She doesn't sleep,she is an introvert, she has no parents... Her family history is something unimaginable and her future is a life turning event... She is a human who bleeds gold and red

    Silver Nightingale is a 17 year old girl who's life is destined to change that of the gods


    Come witness how the oracle defines the prophecy on LUNA only on Wattpad

    #wattpad #story #novella #art #author #aspiringwriter #original #greek #gods #miraquil

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    ©pearbhian1030