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.
AngelofAnarchy
RaysNewWorld
RaysNewWorld
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:44am
Yesterday 00:44am
Book of Shadows 1
01/18/2020
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
#myself
#pagan
#meditation
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direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:24pm
16th Jan 2020 10:24pm
[THEIR SHIMMERING]
#rebirth
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
24 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 11:32am
13th Jan 2020 11:32am
1-12-20, 8:31pm, while soaking outside in a 105° spa, Palm Springs, California
looking up
into eastern
night sky
where fractured
waning moon lights
luminous
broken
pale amber shards
peer mystically
down at me
with its
silent
gothic stares
ghostly beauty
through lace like
silhouetted
branches
limbs and boughs
of unseen
larger
sleeping trees
distant stance between us
me and this
haunted looking
rising moons
stealthy
slo mo arcing path
up into
then out across
this still
forthcoming
softly unfolding
sweet mid...
into eastern
night sky
where fractured
waning moon lights
luminous
broken
pale amber shards
peer mystically
down at me
with its
silent
gothic stares
ghostly beauty
through lace like
silhouetted
branches
limbs and boughs
of unseen
larger
sleeping trees
distant stance between us
me and this
haunted looking
rising moons
stealthy
slo mo arcing path
up into
then out across
this still
forthcoming
softly unfolding
sweet mid...
#earth
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
#philosophical
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Neoma
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 00:26am
7th Jan 2020 00:26am
Her You Are
January 3rd
Her You are .. I would be
before you myself, as i.
You are of your own. May I?
Venn diagram a hybrid,
perverted, whatever,
pagan
of anything. And the
moon.
Will you be,
moonlight on a
forest?
Her You are .. I would be
before you myself, as i.
You are of your own. May I?
Venn diagram a hybrid,
perverted, whatever,
pagan
of anything. And the
moon.
Will you be,
moonlight on a
forest?
#love
#mystery
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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fearlessstars
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 3:44pm
5th Jan 2020 3:44pm
Prometheus
The legendary story is still alive as stupendous force,
the fire of the Gods the caring metaphor as source.
The warmth of concern on which strength depends,
forsaken in these days by commercial happy ever after ends.
The genesis of convenience in your hand,
modern Gods as enterprise in brand.
Which to and fro is the mate of blessings?
for everybody’s little confession.
The notion of intellect in a symbiotic machine effect,
for the suspended suffering by the holy media elect.
Infinite attention to the ruler of the brand and applause,
to...
the fire of the Gods the caring metaphor as source.
The warmth of concern on which strength depends,
forsaken in these days by commercial happy ever after ends.
The genesis of convenience in your hand,
modern Gods as enterprise in brand.
Which to and fro is the mate of blessings?
for everybody’s little confession.
The notion of intellect in a symbiotic machine effect,
for the suspended suffering by the holy media elect.
Infinite attention to the ruler of the brand and applause,
to...
#spiritual
#freedom
#pagan #responsibility
#pagan #responsibility
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0 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
26th Dec 2019 00:48am
26th Dec 2019 00:48am
THE TWELFTH DAY OF KISS MY ASS
THE TWELFTH DAY OF KISS MY ASS
On the twelfth day of kiss my ass
my true love gave to me
-crabs-
(no, just kidding)
-She gave me-
Twelve cummers cumming
Eleven meat pipes piping
Ten words A creeping
Nine lads necromancing
Eight maidens milking
Seven swarms of women
Six beasts A playing
Five golden showerings
(and moldy cock rings)
Four crawling turds
Three clenched pens
Two furry gloves
And a hairy, very scary, rare disease
HO!!! HO!!! HO!!!
Mary,...
On the twelfth day of kiss my ass
my true love gave to me
-crabs-
(no, just kidding)
-She gave me-
Twelve cummers cumming
Eleven meat pipes piping
Ten words A creeping
Nine lads necromancing
Eight maidens milking
Seven swarms of women
Six beasts A playing
Five golden showerings
(and moldy cock rings)
Four crawling turds
Three clenched pens
Two furry gloves
And a hairy, very scary, rare disease
HO!!! HO!!! HO!!!
Mary,...
#Christmas
#parody
#satirical
#pagan
#philosophical
56 reads
5 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Dec 2019 7:29pm
16th Dec 2019 7:29pm
Sun wise
Stone grinds out a diamond arc,
trilithons frame the heel.
Beasts of burden free from field,
parade around the fire's wheel.
Rural beacons blind the night,
leapers launch above the flames,
marking out the crops new height,
all-fathers play their manly games.
Sun passes power onto leaf,
vervain, trefoil, rue and rose
sleep to dream of loves new lease,
the bard within reclaims belief.
trilithons frame the heel.
Beasts of burden free from field,
parade around the fire's wheel.
Rural beacons blind the night,
leapers launch above the flames,
marking out the crops new height,
all-fathers play their manly games.
Sun passes power onto leaf,
vervain, trefoil, rue and rose
sleep to dream of loves new lease,
the bard within reclaims belief.
#pagan
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2 Comments
AngelofAnarchy
RaysNewWorld
RaysNewWorld
Poem Published
15th Dec 2019 6:38pm
15th Dec 2019 6:38pm
Conversation With a Goddess
She appeared from my soul
I had wished her here and she had come for me
Her form was as if of smoke
Ever changing and moving
I could feel her presence in my head as much as I could see her
I held in my heart the question
Her answer was clear
And yet
I did not understand
She touched
My breaking
Heart
I had wished her here and she had come for me
Her form was as if of smoke
Ever changing and moving
I could feel her presence in my head as much as I could see her
I held in my heart the question
Her answer was clear
And yet
I did not understand
She touched
My breaking
Heart
#pagan
#SelfDiscovery
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RByron418
Poem Published
12th Dec 2019 3:40am
12th Dec 2019 3:40am
samahdi
duality,
the most indelible of all illusions -
the two sided coin of
some lunatic hypnotist
imprisoning us in
blind mesmerization.
the most indelible of all illusions -
the two sided coin of
some lunatic hypnotist
imprisoning us in
blind mesmerization.
#death
#religion
#spiritual #pagan
#spiritual #pagan
53 reads
1 Comment
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
11th Dec 2019 8:43pm
11th Dec 2019 8:43pm
Daffodil
Once there was a field, damp, and bare,
Then came a rainsrorm there,
The wind blew a little seed
Not of a grass, tree, or reed,
But that of a daffodil.
Not just any daffodil,
But a color changing,
Galaxy emanating,
Flower.
A flower with power,
The power to be,
Whoever she wished to be.
Growing in the field of rams and ox,
Much prettier than kept in a window box,
And she is best friends with one Ram and ox,
Aries, and Yin-Fire are their names.
...And this field, one with many names,
Grows inside that which was...
Then came a rainsrorm there,
The wind blew a little seed
Not of a grass, tree, or reed,
But that of a daffodil.
Not just any daffodil,
But a color changing,
Galaxy emanating,
Flower.
A flower with power,
The power to be,
Whoever she wished to be.
Growing in the field of rams and ox,
Much prettier than kept in a window box,
And she is best friends with one Ram and ox,
Aries, and Yin-Fire are their names.
...And this field, one with many names,
Grows inside that which was...
#nature
#astrology
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
39 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 00:10am
27th Nov 2019 00:10am
Blood Runes
The thing is... I'm a witch
Blood is so full of our essence
And when accidents happen
And precious blood is spilled
How could I not use it?
It's as if the universe demands
Just a lovely touch of blood
Today is such a day
I cut my middle finger
While cutting an apple
Quickly I grabbed a paper towel
And soaked it up, trying to stop it
Trying to stop the blood flow
Holding it close as the scarlet stains
Spreading and flowering out
When it finally stopped
I put a bandaid on swiftly
And spread out the paper...
Blood is so full of our essence
And when accidents happen
And precious blood is spilled
How could I not use it?
It's as if the universe demands
Just a lovely touch of blood
Today is such a day
I cut my middle finger
While cutting an apple
Quickly I grabbed a paper towel
And soaked it up, trying to stop it
Trying to stop the blood flow
Holding it close as the scarlet stains
Spreading and flowering out
When it finally stopped
I put a bandaid on swiftly
And spread out the paper...
#love
#universe
#storm
#fire
#pagan
73 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
26th Nov 2019 3:47pm
26th Nov 2019 3:47pm
Shi Soul Journey~a Sky_dancer and Carpe_Noctem revelation
an odyssey of the soul has begun
I feel your depths pulling me deeper, out to the sea of truth
where I fear I will drown in the tides of love washing me closer to you
a beautiful Goddess over sky and waters has found me
in her tranquil gaze,
~ I am soothed ~
my truest nature is uncovered
as a child of doubt is taught to trust again
I whisper to the heavens
what manner of woman is this lady--
who has command over the waters of enlightenment?
a sly smile crosses your face
you heard my silent prayer
the heavens...
I feel your depths pulling me deeper, out to the sea of truth
where I fear I will drown in the tides of love washing me closer to you
a beautiful Goddess over sky and waters has found me
in her tranquil gaze,
~ I am soothed ~
my truest nature is uncovered
as a child of doubt is taught to trust again
I whisper to the heavens
what manner of woman is this lady--
who has command over the waters of enlightenment?
a sly smile crosses your face
you heard my silent prayer
the heavens...
#love
#mother
#pagan
#magic
#collaboration
105 reads
6 Comments
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