This poem personifies Ares, the Greek god of war. It describes Ares as enjoying the sounds of battle - the thunder of guns and roar of cannons. It suggests that many leaders throughout history have started wars out of personal ambition and glory, rather than for noble causes, and these conflicts have caused widespread death and destruction. The poem notes that while weapons of war have changed over time, from stone weapons to modern guns and bombs, war has been a constant part of human history. It indicates that all wars will ultimately lead to the final battle of Armageddon, when God will defeat the forces of evil and bring about a 1,000 year period of peace.

1. Mythology
By Garrett Waites - English 11- period 2

2. Odin
Sitting out
The wind howling around me
The leaves falling in death
I remember Odin
He calls many
Yet few can stand
His terrible presence
With one eye in the well
And one turned toward you
He consumes you
Like the fires of Ragnarok
That he strives to hold back
Of those who encounter Odin
None remain unscathed
Yet all are transformed
All are reborn
Odin I hear you!
Odin I feel you!
Tree-swinger
Spear-shaker
Mead winner
Lore master
Rune rister
Fate twister
Odin
Hear me!
Odin
See me!
Odin my friend
Deal well with me!
© Jeff Wolf

3. This poem “Odin” represents all the prophecy behind the ancient Norse
god who was the ruler of Valhalla. It speaks of his power and his aptitude
as a leader.
When I read it I see a man in a viking helmet standing their with no fear
within him. Just the solitude of a battle worn leader and I imaging seeing
a fire burning in the good eye that he has left.
It uses simile to compare Odin's stare to that of the fires of Ragnarak
which helps give a better image of Odin's presence when he is in a room.
I choose it because I feel the nobility behind Odin and it fits well as a
less known form of mythology founded in Scandinavia.

4. THE PHOENIX
Rebecca Wiles
Beautiful, glorious and sacrificing self for renewal,
you build a pyre and set yourself ablaze. For the
sake of self. Red bird you come forth through
your ashes a new bird shedding the old self which no
longer is needful. You embrace your new strength and
fly to the heights of the sky to the city of the sun and
give the ashes unto the alter of the sun god for your
immortality. Embrace yourself for you are a child of
the sun and will live eternal through birth, death, and
renewal! The spirit never dies!

5. The poem “the phoenix” is about the
shine of the noble bird from
mythological tales and how strong and
long its life is. It is how the eternal fire
burns on.
I imagine myself as a giant bird soreing
high with mighty power, burning bright
and going out in a burst of flames.
Then being revived from the ashes to
continue life.
This free verse poem is mainly a blank
verse and in doing so allows a story to
unfold about the life of the noble bird
without trying too hard.
I choose it because of them all this one
seems to have spirit and it made me
get that feeling that anything is
possible or that life is a beautiful thing.

6. Cerberus
Dear friend, should you chance to go
To the devil down below
You're see Cerberus at the gate,
His anger will not wait
Don't say "Good dog!" and hope thereby
His three ferocious Heads to pacify.
What though he try to be polite
And wag his Tail with all his might,
How shall one friendly Tail
Against three angry Heads prevail?
The Heads must win. -What puzzles me
Is why in the devil's home there should be
A Watch dog; all that I could do was surmise,
Isn't this the last place anyone would
burglarize.

7. “Cerberus” poem is about the three headed dog that guards the gate to the underworld in
Greek mythology. He is the one that keeps the souls inline and moving toward judgment. It also
keeps any unwilling people or beings from joining.
I see a three headed dog sitting there like a greyhound at the heels of its master.
This poems uses some end rhyme and a few metaphors. While not the most clear or concise
poem I truly enjoyed it.
The honest reason for choosing this poem was that I read it and laughed at the satire that the
author used. It made me laugh because id heard the tale, but I had never actually looked at it in
that kind of context.

8. The Return of Hyperion
By: Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961)
The dungeon-clefts of Tartarus
Are close beyond the mountains
That are bound like a giant's girdle
About the unstirred, unbreathing east.
Alike on mountain and plain
The night is as some iron dream
That closes the soul in a crypt of dread,
Apart from touch or sense of earth,
As in the space of eternity.
What unseen light perturbs the darkness ?
Behold! It stirs and fluctuates
Between the mountains and the stars
That are set as guards above the prison
Of the captive Titan-god. I know
That in the depths beneath, Hyperion
Divides the pillared vault of dark
And briefly stands upon its ruin.
Then light is laid upon the peaks,
As the hand of one who climbs beyond;
And now, the sun! The sentinel stars
Are dead with over potent flame,
And in their place Hyperion stands.
The night is loosened from the land
As a dream from the mind of the dreamer;
A great wind blows across the dawn,
Like the wind of the movement of the world.

9. The poem “Return of Hyperion.” speaks of the
uglier side of mythology. Born in Greek times
he is the titan of light and fire. He is one of
the beings the preceded the gods and he was
banished to Tartarus for his misdeeds.
While reading this poem I feel like I'm
standing on a village hill side during dawn and
while looking off into the horizon I see a
bright glimpse of light getting brighter and
brighter.
It has good use of the free verse form as well
much like many other poems. It also uses
imagery that shows a great deal of things
using light and the contrasts of the titan to its
surroundings.
I chose this one because it reminds me that
things always remained buried from a past
and the evil that isn’t always evil is what's
needed to keep the world functioning.

10. ORPHEUS: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564—1616)
Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

11. The poem “Orpheus” is about the god Orpheus
and how he uses his music to invoke spring and
animals.
I choose this one because it was a classic poem
by on of the world's most famous poets and
this is one of the more peaceful aspects of
mythology.
When I read I see a man sitting on a stump in
an open field playing a lute while the animals of
the forest come out to listen a while.
Like many other poems it uses a lot of end
rhyme, but Shakespear seems to write it in a
way that doesn’t just combine lines. It seems to
make the whole messages get bigger and more.

12. DRAGON’S LAMENT
I'm tired of being a dragon,
Ferocious and brimming with flame,
The cause of unspeakable terror
When anyone mentions my name.
I'm bored with my bad reputation
For being a miserable brute,
And being routinely expected.
To brazenly pillage and loot.
I wish that I weren't repulsive,
Despicable, ruthless and fierce,
With talons designed to dismember
And fangs finely fashioned to pierce.
I've lost my desire for doing
The deeds any dragon should do,
But since I can't alter my nature,
I guess I'll just terrify you.
~ © Jack Prelutsky

13. The Dragon is a misunderstood
malevolent being. This poem is
about the life of the dragon
and the stereotyped
destruction it causes. It wants
to leave its live and do
something different, but it
finds that is isn't capable of it.
Thinking of the words that are
used give me an image of a
dragons speech right before it
would kill someone. As it
stares a person down guarding
its layer. The author made
good use of end rhyme with
name and flame, and
approximate rhyme using
brute and loot. It also uses two
separate verses where every
other last words in a line
rhyme. I choose this one
because I don’t just see a
dragon when I read this I can
also see a struggling man.

14. Greek Mythology-War Of The Gods
Since the ancient Gods were born,
They've waged a war from dusk till dawn,
Alone they stand, in the never-ending fight,
Continuing forever, day and night,
Although husband and wife, Zeus and Hera,
Have fought for millennia, era after era,
There are of course many others,
Fathers and Sons, Daughters and Mothers,
Many of their hearts have been turned sour,
Due to the colossal force, that is their power,
They have destroyed many a life,
Caused so much, havoc and strife,
In their never-ending war,
That shall go on, forever more.
Kieran J. 1996

15. “War of the Gods” is a good poem that expresses the old battle and arguments between the
gods and that it often affected mortals in the same way. When I read this poem I see a mother
and father type god and goddess dressed in tunics arguing back and forth day and night even
though they’re married. To me I imagine the definition of an old married couple. There is a large
amount of end rhyme used in almost every line of the poem and it helps add to the imagery of
the poem. I used this poem because mythology is all about the turmoil that the gods cause or
the help that they brought.

16. "Ares: God of War “-by Jerry Brown
Hark, and hear the thunder roar
Look and see the lightning flash
Nay.. nay I say.. tis not Zeus nor Thor you hear
Tis I ..... Ares, God of War
The flash of shot , the roar of cannon,
Another madman off to mammon
Ravage and rape and pillage the land
Kill every one and destroy all that you can
These Attilas, Hitlers, Bonapartes and such
They kill and ruin all they touch
Tis for God and country many say
Or for freedom or religion we fight this day
Since time began, tis the same old story
They start these wars for their own glory
Some will perish, with there lot
Others will flee away , only to arise again to kill some
other way
Since stone and lance, arrow and bow
Now planes and rockets, and the mighty bomb
These toys of death you use to kill
To taunt or bend others to your will
All these things you use to no avail
You war and die and go away
Yet thru the ages I will travail
I'll be here forever and ever and maybe a day
So war and kill , enjoy your lust
Slay your neighbor if you must
Yet one last war must be done
Its called the Battle of Armageddon
When the lord will come from heaven on high
Destroy all your armies and all you evil men will die
He'll reign in peace for a thousand year
Naught will know of war or fear
To Olympus I will return
For this is where to be I yearn
Upon the mount I'll spread my fleece
There I'll rest for a millennium of peace
I'll drink the nectar of the gods
I'll sit and look down upon the world
I'll sing praises to the God of Gods
And bless the peace he has unfurled
I am Ares........... God of War

17. This poem is about
the ferocity and
brutality of the Greek
god Ares.
He is bent on war and
sits back watching
worthy or unworthy
fight. That’s also what
I see when I read this
poem.
This poem makes
good use of
approximate rhyme to
connect words like
cannon and mammon,
or land and can. It
makes it more
appealing to read but
keeps a more open
concept so its like I'm
watching a video of
the past. By far my
favorite poem I found.
That and its just feels
like it could be true.

18. Zeus – author unknown
Zeus is pissed tonight.
Maybe he was having conflict with Hera. Maybe Apollo or Athena or Artemis accidentally attempted to rain
art or astuteness or animals down upon Earth, respectively.
Maybe he drank too much wine.
Whatever the reason is, it's quite a light show.
There are no stars, only the
chemiluminescence
on my shirt and my shorts
that were poured upon me by
intoxicated partiers who thought it would be entertaining
to shower the combination of peroxide and phenyl oxalate ester
upon the party guests.
A map of the universe
is splattered across my hands.
It's as if Zeus
threw away the sky,
in an inebriated gesture,
and it landed around me.
Cronus should have swallowed the father of gods and of men whole.

19. The poem Zeus is about the mythology behind the Greek god of gods and what happens when
he does in the myths.
I see a person all high and mighty sitting on his throne laughing at all the absurd things that go
on around and below him. And the reason I choose it was cause it was just random in the
middle where I start picturing a college frat party and poetry should always give you some kind
of interest.
Oddly enough the free verse nature of this poem allowed the author to use a more
sophisticated vocabulary and really draw some interesting images into my mind.

20. Vulcan
by angel-in-pieces.
Dug deep beneath the earth, there is no light.
No footholds to electric nights or larvae of
synthetic flights. No future. Just Vulcan,
bone lonely, with only his primitive kind of hunger
and a longing to hear something other than
the cemetery talking, walking over him. Unearthed.
This is his forge, where the flower of amnesia,
allowing one man to rewrite another, grows molten -
blown into glass, gunpowder and pyrotechnic stars.
Past, present, but only the future scars in the dark,
this life in transition. And though over and over
he's said it's over and done with, there's always
more. Always a greed, a need for hunger.
God of fire, Vulcan sulks alone, lying low
below the mountain. Nurturing burns.
He's learned to hide his heart, smoked
and charred, but still he chokes electric,
growing on into stone.

21. This poem is about the roman god
of fire and the forge, Vulcan. He is
a laboring sole that is constantly
devoting time to his craft.
The image I chose is almost exactly
what I see when I read this poem. I
see a charcoal covered, brawny
man with a hammer and anvil
toiling in the hot fires of his forge
all day long.
In this poem there is great use of
imagery especially in the line
“…blown into glass, gunpowder,
and pyrotechnic stars.” and to me
those starts sound like fireworks. It
puts a more vivid image in my
head.
I choose this one because it was
inviting and I actually felt a bit of
pity for the god that works alone
within his secluded underground
forge.

22. Madam uncircumcised walrus….
Personal
Poetry

23. I Am
Cars, Moneys, Games
I enjoy getting out of school and playing videogames
Considerate people are important to me
Respect is important to me
Integrity is important to me
Happiness is life's greatest joy
Laziness is bad, but hard work get the job done well.
I don’t like heights
I like my computer
I love Cici’s Pizza cinnamon rolls
This is me

24. Credo Poem
I believe in the unlimited human potential
The ingenuity
The stride for greatness
The creativity
But I don’t believe in the current justice system
I believe in our ability to do good
I believe in human integrity
I believe in innocent till proven guilty
And I believe in the chance for human kind to constantly
improve the world

25. Blots poem
Tetradinocorn
Tetradinocorns live in Teotihuacán in tombs with
tunnels every Thursday.
Tetradinocorns eat wild turkey covered in tartar
sauce, tantalizing tequila covered toddler toes, and
teenagers.
Tetradinocorns like terrorizing tourists, tactfully
terminating terrorists, and traveling in tornadoes.
Tetradinocorns teach troglodytes to torment
totalitarians.
Tetradinocorns tore the tracheas out of my terrified
family.

26. Senses-creativity
Creativity is silver and green
It tastes like plastic
It sounds like the start up ping of a windows
computer
And smells like over clocked brain cells
It looks like the framework to a giant skyscraper
And makes me feel like reached the top of the
world.

27. I Am
I am curious and adventurous
I wonder how velociraptors lived
I hear a velociraptor
I see a velociraptor
I want a velociraptor
I am curious and adventurous
I pretend I’m a velociraptor
I feel like a chicken
I touch velociraptor
I worry about my obsession with velociraptor
I am curious and adventurous
I understand how velociraptor think
I say velociraptor still exist
I dream of being a velociraptor
I try to create velociraptor
I hope to someday have a pet velociraptor
I am curious and adventurous

28. Tanka
An endless abyss
Eternal holding for thought
As endless as time
The mind recalls past events
Dissolving in its vastness

30. The End