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Behold the tragic tale of Jocasta, a queen of Thebes whose fate intertwined with that of her own son. Dive into a collection of heart-wrenching Jocasta poems that capture the essence of love, loss, and the cruel hand of destiny. From renowned poets to anonymous wordsmiths, these verses will transport you to a world of ancient tragedy where gods and mortals clash in a tangled web of fate. Explore the depths of Jocasta’s sorrow and find solace in the beauty of poetic expression.
Love and Despair:
Jocasta’s love, a mother’s care,
In her heart, the deep despair.
Secrets dark, her soul confined,
In her eyes, the truth aligned.
Truth and Tears:
Truth revealed, in sorrow’s tear,
Jocasta’s heart, in deep despair.
Love and pain, in equal measure,
In her soul, the broken treasure.
Tragedy and Love:
Tragedy in love’s embrace,
Jocasta’s end, in sorrow’s place.
In her heart, the silent cries,
In her tale, the love that dies.
Jocasta’s Sorrow
In Thebes’ high walls, where shadows lay,
Jocasta’s heart, a sorrow’s sway.
With eyes so sad, and spirit torn,
She mourns the fate, she can’t adorn.
Through whispers soft, and silent tears,
In Jocasta’s soul, the pain adheres.
With every cry, and every sigh,
In Jocasta’s heart, the sorrow lies.
Jocasta’s Tragedy
In final breath, her truth revealed,
Jocasta’s heart, forever healed.
With sorrow found, and spirit bright,
She faces darkness, with pure light.
Through battles long, and trials vast,
In Jocasta’s strength, they hold fast.
With every tear, and whispered word,
In Jocasta’s name, their hope is heard.
The Queen’s Lament
In Thebes’ great walls, a queen’s own fire,
Jocasta’s heart, a love’s desire.
With passion fierce and sorrow’s plea,
In every tale, she seeks the sea.
The queen’s lament, a tale so dire,
In every heart, her spirit’s fire.
Through trials fierce and shadows deep,
Jocasta’s spirit, we all keep.
The queen’s lament, so fierce and true,
In every heart, her legend grew.
In every tale of ancient lore,
Jocasta’s name, forevermore.
Through battles fought and victories won,
Jocasta’s heart, a shadowed sun.
The queen’s lament, a guiding grace,
In every heart, she finds a place.
