Pagan Poems
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Paganism was an ancient pre-Christian faith influenced by the natural world. There are a number of contemporary spiritual beliefs based on similar ideas. Modern Paganism is a diverse community, encompassing different religious movements, with core themes of ecology, magic and ritual. Pagan poems includes poetry about the spiritual ideas of Wicca, also known as Pagan Witchcraft.
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
Asatru of the prairie
Down here in the coolies.
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
#ghosts
#pagan
#prayer
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
The Mask of Coyote
Into the darkness.
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
#curse
#mythology
#pagan
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:58am
16th Feb 2025 1:58am
Hail Brigid!
I offer this, my life.
As a sacrifice.
To the restless dead.
To the hungry ghosts.
And all lines that end.
The fury of the tornado is fierce.
And, we have such little time.
Let me defy the fates.
May the Gods accept my offering.
Of blood.
As,
The shedding of blood.
Is sacred.
As a sacrifice.
To the restless dead.
To the hungry ghosts.
And all lines that end.
The fury of the tornado is fierce.
And, we have such little time.
Let me defy the fates.
May the Gods accept my offering.
Of blood.
As,
The shedding of blood.
Is sacred.
#hate
#pagan
#prayer
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 6:51pm
14th Feb 2025 6:51pm
Mantra
Every night.
I dream I die.
And,
I am reborn in the morning.
I have one foot in that far off place.
One foot in here.
I first went through the ego death.
Of a.
Shaman
At 18.
I channel spirits.
In charnel psychosis.
I am them.
When I act like them.
The mask I wear today.
Is never the mask I wore yesterday.
And, who am I?
Among all these ghosts.
I dream I die.
And,
I am reborn in the morning.
I have one foot in that far off place.
One foot in here.
I first went through the ego death.
Of a.
Shaman
At 18.
I channel spirits.
In charnel psychosis.
I am them.
When I act like them.
The mask I wear today.
Is never the mask I wore yesterday.
And, who am I?
Among all these ghosts.
#pagan
#rebirth
#religion
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:32am
2nd Feb 2025 6:32am
Vision 4
I'm always dirty.
But I think a little earth.
Is a good omen.
Ties me to the spirits.
Of the dirt.
All of these little nic naks.
I track around like muck.
Is just a talisman.
Where nature follows me everywhere I go.
As organic.
As my techno paleo paganism.
I count the rabbits I see.
I look for ravens.
I bless the magpies as they pass by.
I commune with the coyotes and yip at the moon.
Bark sometimes.
To scavenge a meal.
I'm a fox.
Curled up in my feet.
That the damned eagle. ...
But I think a little earth.
Is a good omen.
Ties me to the spirits.
Of the dirt.
All of these little nic naks.
I track around like muck.
Is just a talisman.
Where nature follows me everywhere I go.
As organic.
As my techno paleo paganism.
I count the rabbits I see.
I look for ravens.
I bless the magpies as they pass by.
I commune with the coyotes and yip at the moon.
Bark sometimes.
To scavenge a meal.
I'm a fox.
Curled up in my feet.
That the damned eagle. ...
#earth
#pagan
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 7:26pm
29th Jan 2025 7:26pm
"The Radiant Reckoning"
Countless beams of resplendent light. The illumination
of inescapable judgments.
The lustrous fires of a focused might.
The overpowering foreknowledge of fate and its purpose. Though an evil was unleashed.
The shackles that bind us unable to subdue its menace.
It glows with the light that would make us cower hiding all of are secrets.
Its blinding reckoning would make us fearful of its purpose.
The silence that would descend would overpower the winds that surround us.
The reckoning of that vivid test would ultimately prove ...
of inescapable judgments.
The lustrous fires of a focused might.
The overpowering foreknowledge of fate and its purpose. Though an evil was unleashed.
The shackles that bind us unable to subdue its menace.
It glows with the light that would make us cower hiding all of are secrets.
Its blinding reckoning would make us fearful of its purpose.
The silence that would descend would overpower the winds that surround us.
The reckoning of that vivid test would ultimately prove ...
#morality
#mythology
#pagan
#rebirth
#sacrifice
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:26pm
28th Jan 2025 9:26pm
Obtuse
Please lord
Spare me of righteousness
Allow me NOT to save souls
Let me bathe in sin
I seek honesty
I worship trust
Yet I am a heathen
To be clear
Spare me of righteousness
Allow me NOT to save souls
Let me bathe in sin
I seek honesty
I worship trust
Yet I am a heathen
To be clear
#dark
#evil
#morality #pagan
#morality #pagan
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
An Ode to Stonehenge
In an age a long time ago was built this circle of hell
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
#admiration
#magic
#mystery
#pagan
#power
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
the inception edited
The inception edited
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
#pagan
#philosophical
#rebirth #redemption
#rebirth #redemption
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:22am
2nd Jan 2025 4:22am
relic
drawing from the energy I expand my sights
viewing the darkness with tunnel vision
maddening thoughts assault
but I must face it it's going nowhere
dealing in deadly blows
it comes at me with force
I balk under the pressure
retreating for a moment
the sound is deafening
my thoughts scream
inside myself I rise
to stand against the giant
immortal power, thwarted passage
it won't get by me without notice
evil demeanor, wicked justice
scrying the damned
fickle fate I keen in the bleak ...
viewing the darkness with tunnel vision
maddening thoughts assault
but I must face it it's going nowhere
dealing in deadly blows
it comes at me with force
I balk under the pressure
retreating for a moment
the sound is deafening
my thoughts scream
inside myself I rise
to stand against the giant
immortal power, thwarted passage
it won't get by me without notice
evil demeanor, wicked justice
scrying the damned
fickle fate I keen in the bleak ...
#dark
#love
#magic #pagan
#magic #pagan
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 1:50pm
12th Dec 2024 1:50pm
Slow-Burn
#pagan
#philosophical
#spiritual
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