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.
RiAN
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 1:14pm
5th Jan 2021 1:14pm
For those who have awakened
Facing the west
place of otherworldness
fairy
spirit
let plants
animals
be your teacher
Eyebright eyebright
foxglove
whose potent powers
can evolve
mirrored rituals
reveal nought
knowledge of which
of witch
the human race
is calling
my face of bark
will wither
chant of sea
sea of chant
the apple
of mine eyes
falls no further
siizzling sap
fertile
root
betrothed fate
yields in gentle knowling
I lay upon...
place of otherworldness
fairy
spirit
let plants
animals
be your teacher
Eyebright eyebright
foxglove
whose potent powers
can evolve
mirrored rituals
reveal nought
knowledge of which
of witch
the human race
is calling
my face of bark
will wither
chant of sea
sea of chant
the apple
of mine eyes
falls no further
siizzling sap
fertile
root
betrothed fate
yields in gentle knowling
I lay upon...
#gratitude
#pagan
#magic #wisdom
#magic #wisdom
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4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 9:37am
4th Jan 2021 9:37am
He Sensed Naught But Nonsense As Dada's Daddy Spoke
Loathe to behold, he was
a massive man, prone to
misinterpreting the missives
that were laid at his feet
for privileged approval at
the times of each fiscal year.
The little fishes dive outta the
the ocean in droves leading
one to deep credence of the
of the earth's origin(s) as an
AquaCircus side'show, before
the always inaccurate dawn
of time.
Daddy say "You should know
better than to speak to me like
that," and smacks the back'o
yo head, making all thy marbles
go clickity clack clickety clack....
a massive man, prone to
misinterpreting the missives
that were laid at his feet
for privileged approval at
the times of each fiscal year.
The little fishes dive outta the
the ocean in droves leading
one to deep credence of the
of the earth's origin(s) as an
AquaCircus side'show, before
the always inaccurate dawn
of time.
Daddy say "You should know
better than to speak to me like
that," and smacks the back'o
yo head, making all thy marbles
go clickity clack clickety clack....
#God
#ghosts
#fairies
#pagan
#magic
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
Facepainters
Facepainters
The Anasazi dug caves for summer cottages with a hearth fire for a nightlight to draw petroglyphs when nights were long. They toted gourds with water to limit trips up and down the cliff. At first, they spent winters at the base of the bluff.
But the view from the top of a winter wonderland inspired the storyteller to spin yarns of the woolly mammoths who survived the ice age only to roam Wrangel Island. The tale of the two boys back in the great north of who rode the mighty beast that dodged totem poles in the land of the ancients brought peals of...
The Anasazi dug caves for summer cottages with a hearth fire for a nightlight to draw petroglyphs when nights were long. They toted gourds with water to limit trips up and down the cliff. At first, they spent winters at the base of the bluff.
But the view from the top of a winter wonderland inspired the storyteller to spin yarns of the woolly mammoths who survived the ice age only to roam Wrangel Island. The tale of the two boys back in the great north of who rode the mighty beast that dodged totem poles in the land of the ancients brought peals of...
#romantic
#mountains
#pagan
#historical
#wisdom
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2 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 7:54pm
30th Dec 2020 7:54pm
Flicker, Pop, Crackle
Three wicks light me in darkness, through realms which cannot be seen at all.
Knocking the door, the candle makes a noise.
Maiden lets me in.
I offer prayers of love and hope not for me, but for someone in need.
Placing my hand upon my heart, and the candle makes a noise.
Mother holds me so.
Whatever is left in me, I give to you.
"You are loved, you are happy, you are brave."
I close the book, the candle makes a noise.
Crone has done her part, and now I must go.
Knocking the door, the candle makes a noise.
Maiden lets me in.
I offer prayers of love and hope not for me, but for someone in need.
Placing my hand upon my heart, and the candle makes a noise.
Mother holds me so.
Whatever is left in me, I give to you.
"You are loved, you are happy, you are brave."
I close the book, the candle makes a noise.
Crone has done her part, and now I must go.
#love
#spiritual
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
23 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2020 5:35pm
22nd Dec 2020 5:35pm
The Shelter and the Stones
Blue, pink, yellow, green, and white. The stones are in a rough circle on the bench between us. It's a blisteringly cold Halloween. While walking here I saw pumpkins watch the world go by from front gardens, faces in an audience, most smiling, one rather furious in what must have been an esoteric flourish of the artist. More than one house had a bloody handprint on the door's glass. The door of what I knew was a childless couple’s house had a handwritten sign saying “no trick or treaters PLEASE!”
We sit in a shelter with a clock in its spire, like the top of a church that stretches...
We sit in a shelter with a clock in its spire, like the top of a church that stretches...
#pagan
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7 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
13th Dec 2020 10:03pm
13th Dec 2020 10:03pm
Surrendering in Xstasy (Carnal Persuasion)
Standing naked on a draped white sheet
The silkiness caressing my body, draped down to my feet
In front of your eyes where I pose under your command
Your eyes softly caressing my skin as I stand
Paint me with the tenderness within your eyes
Fill me in softly as your palate of colors shall meet upon my curvaceous outline.....” (the Kitty Kat Speaks)
….of a dark, lustful love
I gaze deep into those cat-like eyes
as my eros heart begins to creep
("I can not sleep, can not speak.....")
I hope...
The silkiness caressing my body, draped down to my feet
In front of your eyes where I pose under your command
Your eyes softly caressing my skin as I stand
Paint me with the tenderness within your eyes
Fill me in softly as your palate of colors shall meet upon my curvaceous outline.....” (the Kitty Kat Speaks)
….of a dark, lustful love
I gaze deep into those cat-like eyes
as my eros heart begins to creep
("I can not sleep, can not speak.....")
I hope...
#lust
#pagan
106 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
12th Dec 2020 6:46pm
12th Dec 2020 6:46pm
Druid Solstice
#BDSM
#rhyming
#pagan
7 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Dec 2020 10:21am
12th Dec 2020 10:21am
Strambalastized (and) Contentious Bonery
bring forth the brittle, ill'fitting
skin that once graced
this old'broke
skele'tone.
Listen, hear, the music tapped on
the ribbings,
the hollow'conk on the bone-dome,
thwacked upon
with pair'd femur-stix /
A melodic percussage indeed /
Came from way-way out there,
just to be (way'way) in here,
playing these bedamned, hungry bones,
and picking pockets for (your)
(in)CredlibleCards and...
skin that once graced
this old'broke
skele'tone.
Listen, hear, the music tapped on
the ribbings,
the hollow'conk on the bone-dome,
thwacked upon
with pair'd femur-stix /
A melodic percussage indeed /
Came from way-way out there,
just to be (way'way) in here,
playing these bedamned, hungry bones,
and picking pockets for (your)
(in)CredlibleCards and...
#death
#river
#shame
#pagan
#morality
45 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
10th Dec 2020 7:54pm
10th Dec 2020 7:54pm
“Eclater sa Fleur Chatte” (How Many Licks Does It Take ?.....)
#lust
#pagan
#magic #orgasm
#magic #orgasm
116 reads
5 Comments
MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 3:16pm
22nd Nov 2020 3:16pm
Right Moves
Christina, no one can try you,
you are the best
Do you know what I mean?
The person, understands the
knowledge
At the glass table, I like ‘waves’.
My mouth if I can't resist "I
can't."
Comin 'Down (Come Come)
Comin 'Down (Come, Come)
At the tree level, love me, if I
can’t think straight
We will go down one by one
So I'm down
Always down
The cold ran down my back
Because he...
you are the best
Do you know what I mean?
The person, understands the
knowledge
At the glass table, I like ‘waves’.
My mouth if I can't resist "I
can't."
Comin 'Down (Come Come)
Comin 'Down (Come, Come)
At the tree level, love me, if I
can’t think straight
We will go down one by one
So I'm down
Always down
The cold ran down my back
Because he...
#confessional
#myself
#mystery #pagan
#mystery #pagan
38 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 5:04pm
30th Oct 2020 5:04pm
PALOOKAVILLE EXPRESS or: Blues for Terry Malloy (& Groucho)
PHOTO: Karl Malden and Marlon Brando (as Terry Malloy) "On the Waterfront" 1954
Never let yourself think
that you're "sure" of anything
you perceive as "going on",
either in your mind, or
the (so'called) "real world" outside of
your mind.
More often than not,
to do so is likely to be
a one-way ticket to
Palookaville.
Ego is not your friend.
Ego is the source of most of our problems.
Ego is the source of most of our...
Never let yourself think
that you're "sure" of anything
you perceive as "going on",
either in your mind, or
the (so'called) "real world" outside of
your mind.
More often than not,
to do so is likely to be
a one-way ticket to
Palookaville.
Ego is not your friend.
Ego is the source of most of our problems.
Ego is the source of most of our...
#identity
#Buddhist
#confessional
#pagan
#philosophical
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6 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 3:45pm
30th Oct 2020 3:45pm
He's A Pumpkin Eater
He's as mad as marbles, he's a pumpkin eater, with a pumpkin head
Every year he's conjured by the witches, from the bones of the dead
Sired on All Hallows' Eve, into an anathema, with a ravenous hunger
And now he'll sate his greed, on the feeble old and innocent younger
Prowling, for he's a predator, who has a taste for meaty pumpkin pie
Under the witching spell, he'll feed 'til the bones are exposed and dry
Munching on every last sinew of cartilage, before supping on marrow
Piercing bones with his teeth, in the mortuary of a madman's barrow ...
Every year he's conjured by the witches, from the bones of the dead
Sired on All Hallows' Eve, into an anathema, with a ravenous hunger
And now he'll sate his greed, on the feeble old and innocent younger
Prowling, for he's a predator, who has a taste for meaty pumpkin pie
Under the witching spell, he'll feed 'til the bones are exposed and dry
Munching on every last sinew of cartilage, before supping on marrow
Piercing bones with his teeth, in the mortuary of a madman's barrow ...
#Halloween
#monsters
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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