Pagan Poems
#pagan
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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 4:23am
25th Jun 2022 4:23am
Under the Pale Moon Light
She dances naked under the pale moon light
Around the fire invoking energy from the night
And as the flames sway she prays with quite delight
The bright embers seem like dreams that take flight
And while the cinders fly off into the night air
Her body moves to the lively rhythm of the flame
Her fair skin glows along with her red flowing hair
Like fiery cascades - picture perfect in every frame
She raises her hands upward with a joyous grin
Then tilts her head upward looking up at the moon
The cool breeze caresses every inch of...
Around the fire invoking energy from the night
And as the flames sway she prays with quite delight
The bright embers seem like dreams that take flight
And while the cinders fly off into the night air
Her body moves to the lively rhythm of the flame
Her fair skin glows along with her red flowing hair
Like fiery cascades - picture perfect in every frame
She raises her hands upward with a joyous grin
Then tilts her head upward looking up at the moon
The cool breeze caresses every inch of...
#pagan
#witches
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 1:37am
14th Jun 2022 1:37am
Mystic Horizons
- Mystic Horizons -
It was not any thoughts of a conscious design, nor dreaming hope in gleaming splendor...
Which made it seem that with an arcane art, words could bridge the portals of the worlds.
Some think it mere fancy or fantasy, deception or lie, but the truth would drive them mad!
If they could but accept the grand visions, the revelations, the tapestry in all of its' wonder,
They would, I wager, still not trade their illusions away, likening them to precious pearls.
Only the worthy, I was told, could bear this burden of knowing, which makes some...
It was not any thoughts of a conscious design, nor dreaming hope in gleaming splendor...
Which made it seem that with an arcane art, words could bridge the portals of the worlds.
Some think it mere fancy or fantasy, deception or lie, but the truth would drive them mad!
If they could but accept the grand visions, the revelations, the tapestry in all of its' wonder,
They would, I wager, still not trade their illusions away, likening them to precious pearls.
Only the worthy, I was told, could bear this burden of knowing, which makes some...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
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Sandals
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 4:07pm
12th Jun 2022 4:07pm
U Are My Whole Life
U are my whole life
Don't know what u doing
To me with this gay aluv
Cause you're superhuman
U been kissing me
Super human heart eating me
Nothing can stop
Me here with u
Aluv I luv u
Yes it's me upon
This salute of u
Of mine ah heart's ah truth
My teacher of luv
This my wet funny
My why u ah fernly too
Don't know what u doing
To me with this gay aluv
Cause you're superhuman
U been kissing me
Super human heart eating me
Nothing can stop
Me here with u
Aluv I luv u
Yes it's me upon
This salute of u
Of mine ah heart's ah truth
My teacher of luv
This my wet funny
My why u ah fernly too
#dark
#wife
#lesbian
#evil
#pagan
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
Sides of Myself
Light and dark sides of a doubloon,
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
#ILoveYou
#identity
#LGBT
#MentalHealth
#pagan
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 2:23am
5th Jun 2022 2:23am
Orgiastic Blasphemy
- Orgiastic Blasphemy -
In the depths of the earth, from out where legends sprang of creation's birthing,
Upon an altar, carved from stone roughly fashioned, the place of red offering...
Can be touched by those initiated in mysteries that none untaught can recollect.
Slick with sweat, from pleasures forbidden, participated in by the mad faithful,
Celebrations of the flesh ensue beneath the gazes of tall, roughly crafted idols...
Which gaze down with empty eye sockets, from where they stand coldly erect.
In braziers burn tattered parchments on which is...
In the depths of the earth, from out where legends sprang of creation's birthing,
Upon an altar, carved from stone roughly fashioned, the place of red offering...
Can be touched by those initiated in mysteries that none untaught can recollect.
Slick with sweat, from pleasures forbidden, participated in by the mad faithful,
Celebrations of the flesh ensue beneath the gazes of tall, roughly crafted idols...
Which gaze down with empty eye sockets, from where they stand coldly erect.
In braziers burn tattered parchments on which is...
#dark
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#sensual
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
Kingdom of Chaos
- Kingdom of Chaos -
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
#dark
#dreams
#apocalypse
#pagan
#magic
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2 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Bumped 3rd Jun 2022 3:36am
26th May 2022 00:52am
26th May 2022 00:52am
Medieval dreams
Subconscious state
Drifting ever more,
Mind casts,
regressive thought's long past,
Echoes of medieval times ,
Axes weild wild,
And ghostly battlefield
Cries
Sharp Clinks of armour ,
As villages pillaged,
In the name of tyranny,
Sneaky Candle lit rendezvous,
a foot,
In secret alluring sin,
Plots of revenge,
in whispering
Castle walls within,
Peasants work the land ,
to feed famished kin,
scraps are on the menu again
Wenches haggard , ...
Drifting ever more,
Mind casts,
regressive thought's long past,
Echoes of medieval times ,
Axes weild wild,
And ghostly battlefield
Cries
Sharp Clinks of armour ,
As villages pillaged,
In the name of tyranny,
Sneaky Candle lit rendezvous,
a foot,
In secret alluring sin,
Plots of revenge,
in whispering
Castle walls within,
Peasants work the land ,
to feed famished kin,
scraps are on the menu again
Wenches haggard , ...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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8 Comments
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 8:14am
2nd Jun 2022 8:14am
Of the Devil & Baphomette #4
My Queen of eternal night
All the roses from midearth rise
To meet your lips
So that they may thrive a little longer
And be caressed by your tender hand
The wings of my evil-mindedness
Ascend from the mud of my rebellion
To greet your honeyflower face
One third of the host came down with me
Now a multiple of moths that cloud
Around your gracefulness
That take to flight with your slightest touch
Awaiting your bourbon kiss
Escourting you through the planes
Of Hellatia
Bracing for the application of...
All the roses from midearth rise
To meet your lips
So that they may thrive a little longer
And be caressed by your tender hand
The wings of my evil-mindedness
Ascend from the mud of my rebellion
To greet your honeyflower face
One third of the host came down with me
Now a multiple of moths that cloud
Around your gracefulness
That take to flight with your slightest touch
Awaiting your bourbon kiss
Escourting you through the planes
Of Hellatia
Bracing for the application of...
#lust
#dark
#relationships
#earth
#pagan
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
20th May 2022 10:23pm
20th May 2022 10:23pm
Dancing Maidens of the Green
- Dancing Maidens of the Green -
Upon the summer's caressing heat, I felt the warmth upon my body,
Cooled somewhat by the soft breeze that flitted through the treetops.
From the tower where I looked out across the waters in the distance,
I allowed myself to wonder, to ponder, to lose myself so beautifully.
Entranced as I glanced upon the grassy slope that did thus envelop...
My attention, for there did fair elfin maids circle around, in a dance.
Singing voices lilting across the distance, never far and just below...
Calling me to join them in...
Upon the summer's caressing heat, I felt the warmth upon my body,
Cooled somewhat by the soft breeze that flitted through the treetops.
From the tower where I looked out across the waters in the distance,
I allowed myself to wonder, to ponder, to lose myself so beautifully.
Entranced as I glanced upon the grassy slope that did thus envelop...
My attention, for there did fair elfin maids circle around, in a dance.
Singing voices lilting across the distance, never far and just below...
Calling me to join them in...
#spiritual
#pagan
#dance
#philosophical
#passion
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
20th May 2022 10:19pm
20th May 2022 10:19pm
Lilith's Midnight Summoning
- Lilith's Midnight Summoning -
In texts of lost ancient lore, filled with runes of sorcery...
My eyes beheld the secrets between each and every page.
In the air, within the darkness wherein I worked my will,
My fingers traced the runes as the candlelight flickered.
The pentacle of summoning lay traced with fine artistry,
Before my feet, not able to be seen by the eyes of a sage.
Drawn with pure energy it was as the air grew a bit chill,
Whilst my mind worked arcane arts to call my kindred.
In the name of Lilith, and of beings of primordial...
In texts of lost ancient lore, filled with runes of sorcery...
My eyes beheld the secrets between each and every page.
In the air, within the darkness wherein I worked my will,
My fingers traced the runes as the candlelight flickered.
The pentacle of summoning lay traced with fine artistry,
Before my feet, not able to be seen by the eyes of a sage.
Drawn with pure energy it was as the air grew a bit chill,
Whilst my mind worked arcane arts to call my kindred.
In the name of Lilith, and of beings of primordial...
#dark
#shadows
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
14th May 2022 10:23am
14th May 2022 10:23am
reading the cards
Quinlan: What's my fortune? You've been reading the cards, haven't you?
Tanya: I've been doing the accounts. - Touch of Evil
I once knew of
an atheist
who said
tarot
can only be
objects of art
and nothing else.
and told me if
I want
from them
the truth
that I
must really
be stupid.
looking back,
I understand
that like all things
he was both right
and wrong.
the cards do not give out
what laundry needs doing,
what politician...
Tanya: I've been doing the accounts. - Touch of Evil
I once knew of
an atheist
who said
tarot
can only be
objects of art
and nothing else.
and told me if
I want
from them
the truth
that I
must really
be stupid.
looking back,
I understand
that like all things
he was both right
and wrong.
the cards do not give out
what laundry needs doing,
what politician...
#pagan
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th May 2022 9:32pm
13th May 2022 9:32pm
Fantod
a tarot reading
THE BLUE DOG
The dog is blue and blind.
He stands behind a wooden door.
All that’s else is blank.
CENTRE CARD
A stony and
precarious
figure
much like yourself
perhaps
THE BURNING HEAD
A floating pair of eyes.
A flaming head in black frame.
Ocean waves below.
THE BLUE DOG
The dog is blue and blind.
He stands behind a wooden door.
All that’s else is blank.
CENTRE CARD
A stony and
precarious
figure
much like yourself
perhaps
THE BURNING HEAD
A floating pair of eyes.
A flaming head in black frame.
Ocean waves below.
#pagan
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