Dead Gods Poem by Tyrone Wingfield

Dead Gods

Rating: 5.0


They scream their names, but no one hears a sound
Their voices shaking the very foundation
Despite how no one remembers that they are around
They’ve been here since the start of the nation

Their ways are no longer taught nor followed
And not a soul utters the rites.
Not a single prayer has been offered,
And no longer do they recieve sacrifice.

The temples that once stood glorious,
With their altars streaming rivers of red.
Are littered with the bodies of the priestess,
Like them all the beliefs are dead.

Each one was once carried on the backs of believers
Now lay under destroyed temples and forgotten tombs
Time has proven to be the ultimate deceiver
It cleared the space so the new gods could have room

These gods are newly raised, and will surely fall
Just as all that preceded, they will become ashes
For now they may romp, roll and brawl
But their own praise will soon be ripped from their clenches

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
90777777 22 February 2018

Why was everything falling apart before we met but all I think is about what will never be

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Saane Pahulu 20 May 2010

great piece that revolves around the now generation who forget about the gods. but there are people out there who still believe in the power of the gods or god, like me. i believe in the only god almighty even if i don't follow the old rituals but i do what i can to maintain my faith and trust in him. this says alot about how selfish the gods are in a way to get people to worship them but people have lost faith over the centuries because of the tragedies that happen and they believe that their god has abandoned them. yeah this is a beautiful piece and you are a great poet.

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Evaughn Gray 18 May 2010

Wow, this is absolutely beautiful. It's so full of imagery. I love it. It's good enough trust me Ty. Your poems always are, they win my heart over every time I read one.~Love Always Hazel G.E

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