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Tower of Babel

Built to reach the heavens by a united humanity
One language was spoken amongst them all 
The Gods peered down from the heavens with vanity 
Decided their tower must fall

As Hubris amongst men grew with every stone
Mans disrespect - unacceptable by any means
Mere mortals,  they have NO grounds
Left with no choice but to intervene


They say history repeats itself
The cores and themes reoccur through the ages
Peace, Harmony, War and Famine
Recycling through time, different phases 

They met by chance; fell by fate, never stopped for hope of better days
The second it began, there were no questions
Passion, Friendship, Valuable lessons 

A love which started playful and so fresh 
Matured and grew strong, its roots dug deep into the soil
Zeus himself could have thrown the strongest of his bolts upon their flesh
An inhuman love– non-tangible spirit he could not spoil

Weeks became months and whispers grew
Envied by all through and through
As R.  Frost would say
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" 
destruction way past due

Jealousy reared its ugly head
setting its sights on the Gods 
Overcome with overwhelming spite 
Uncovering the lover’s facade

The Passion overcame mortality, threatening the heavens
None could grasp the affection 
Zeus amazed quickly hiding his face from the other eleven
Shamed to mortal emotion

love uniting  two souls, now one
Zeus tearing the souls back apart



Breaking the lovers apart – the only conclusion they could come to
For superiority over the gods they could not admit to
Struck the lovers with a weakness which would never subdue 
They turned them into strangers no longer knowing real from untrue

How can you love someone you do not know?
For the scars of the love, although faded still show
And never will they fully heal, never fully disappear
But to love a stranger it seems
Is to wish you could crawl back in history


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Frost Smith

Frost Smith

17 years 11 months ago

Stavroula...

Welcome to the site; I love the theme, but think you could say alot more with a little less; for example: "History repeats itself The themes reoccur through the ages Stories you choose to believe for yourself lost through history's tattered pages" By taking out unneeded words it can emphazie and give more power to the words you use; do you see what I mean, I used to / still do this alot myself; most of the time I get suggestions to do the same so you're not alone, but this is my experience and some advice I have been given; it helped me so I am passing it along to you, you don't have take it, just an opinion; but when I usually sit back and take an objective look I end up take the suggections; but not always. look foward to more of your work Frost
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 11 months ago

Beautifully written and constructed, Stavroula

And a fresh look at an ancient story. I agree with Frost, a little "ruthless elimination of the inessential" could improve it. Also in places I feel you lose some of the strength of the imagery by stretching for rhyme. Rhyme, like chile, is a wonderful servant but terrible master. Overall a really good poem and I look forward to more. cheers, Jess