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.
Madcinder
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 8:50am
26th Sep 2020 8:50am
Yesterday's Back Again
Hide in stocks of corn.
Run in fields of wheat.
So long as the wheat’s not trampled.
Underneath her feet.
Dwelling in the barley.
Live among the oat.
Drinking wine and honey.
Down her grizzly throat.
Years have come and years have gone.
Flying by between her songs.
From the northern forests sent.
See her tail and compliment.
Mountains bring the marten pelts.
Summer comes and snows doth melt.
Time passes, long grasses bend.
Yesterday is back again.
Visiting her homeland. ...
Run in fields of wheat.
So long as the wheat’s not trampled.
Underneath her feet.
Dwelling in the barley.
Live among the oat.
Drinking wine and honey.
Down her grizzly throat.
Years have come and years have gone.
Flying by between her songs.
From the northern forests sent.
See her tail and compliment.
Mountains bring the marten pelts.
Summer comes and snows doth melt.
Time passes, long grasses bend.
Yesterday is back again.
Visiting her homeland. ...
#countryside
#fall
#nature
#lyrics
#pagan
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
Tantric Sorority Sisters
Tantric Sorority Sisters
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#threesome
#pagan
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 6:48am
25th Sep 2020 6:48am
Religion and spirituality
Spirituality
So soft and calming
Religion so headstrong,
Extremist, blind faith
Hard rules at pews.
War and peace
Peace and war
Both offering
Heaven, Nirvana
And Good News
But nothing for
Down here, really,
Except pain
And misery.
So soft and calming
Religion so headstrong,
Extremist, blind faith
Hard rules at pews.
War and peace
Peace and war
Both offering
Heaven, Nirvana
And Good News
But nothing for
Down here, really,
Except pain
And misery.
#atheism
#mythology
#pagan
#philosophical
#morality
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 21st Sep 2020 11:56pm
25th Apr 2020 2:13pm
25th Apr 2020 2:13pm
orison
(twenty-five of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Imbue me gently
cleanse me
transmute the day
once over, all
negative energies
strengthening
my core
my anahata*
Bathe me in
aural light
scrub off the
barb barnacled
attachments of
the past 24 hrs
draw out any
toxins i may have
given safe harbor
to, temporarily
powder me with
stardust
& (ever)
remind me
in every moment
every decision
in all of the
stillness (of time
frozen)...
Imbue me gently
cleanse me
transmute the day
once over, all
negative energies
strengthening
my core
my anahata*
Bathe me in
aural light
scrub off the
barb barnacled
attachments of
the past 24 hrs
draw out any
toxins i may have
given safe harbor
to, temporarily
powder me with
stardust
& (ever)
remind me
in every moment
every decision
in all of the
stillness (of time
frozen)...
#spiritual
#pagan
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
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20 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 12:25pm
21st Sep 2020 12:25pm
The Hag
She was bedraggled, and haggard
By her last half month
She had the appearance
Of an old behemoth
Her humble abode
Was looking more ramshackled
Than if it had been hit
By a thousand meteors
As to her outer clothing
(Lets not mention the holey knickers!)
Was hanging from her worn and weary being
Like the fancy dress of a screaming banshee
Yet, despite all this
She was still able to smile
Although, as it turned out
This was her most frightening feature!
It wasn't just her fangy teeth
Nor...
By her last half month
She had the appearance
Of an old behemoth
Her humble abode
Was looking more ramshackled
Than if it had been hit
By a thousand meteors
As to her outer clothing
(Lets not mention the holey knickers!)
Was hanging from her worn and weary being
Like the fancy dress of a screaming banshee
Yet, despite all this
She was still able to smile
Although, as it turned out
This was her most frightening feature!
It wasn't just her fangy teeth
Nor...
#funny
#SelfReflection
#pagan
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:08am
21st Sep 2020 6:08am
Oblivion
Death.
The final frontier.
The final wish
And destination.
Once around the globe
Will be enough.
No religious Fairy Tale
The fantasy is getting stale
So the desire is
In total oblivion
To sail.
The final frontier.
The final wish
And destination.
Once around the globe
Will be enough.
No religious Fairy Tale
The fantasy is getting stale
So the desire is
In total oblivion
To sail.
#atheism
#fate
#pagan
#philosophical
#morality
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 10:06pm
20th Sep 2020 10:06pm
Wake up call
God woke up
From dee darkness,
Huge headache,
By his side an empty cup.
On the screen before Him
The earth
But a mess He could see
Sure that Lucy Fur
Had gotten gain
To his domain,
Drugged Him and
Did her dastardly deed
With the computer keys.
From dee darkness,
Huge headache,
By his side an empty cup.
On the screen before Him
The earth
But a mess He could see
Sure that Lucy Fur
Had gotten gain
To his domain,
Drugged Him and
Did her dastardly deed
With the computer keys.
#atheism
#faith
#pagan
#philosophical
#curse
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 5:45am
16th Sep 2020 5:45am
High ride
Lucy Fur saw God
On His steed from hundreds of miles away,
On His way to another settlement
Of Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Boring Business Booming.
Lofty souls doing nothing all day
Except singing praises to their Lord.
Boring to tears
She offered a much better deal.
Brothels, casinos, gluttony galore
And those were the entrées...
But sadly, unlike God's domains
Here was found no exit,
only sadness, and eternal pain.
On His steed from hundreds of miles away,
On His way to another settlement
Of Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Boring Business Booming.
Lofty souls doing nothing all day
Except singing praises to their Lord.
Boring to tears
She offered a much better deal.
Brothels, casinos, gluttony galore
And those were the entrées...
But sadly, unlike God's domains
Here was found no exit,
only sadness, and eternal pain.
#fate
#mythology
#pagan
#luck
#morality
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 6:17pm
15th Sep 2020 6:17pm
Quid?
God was taking a nap
Alone in His abode
But then He heard
A Big Bang at the door.
Quid? He asked
And went to see
Nothing there. Nothing
Except a huge balck hole.
Questions, questions He had
And more.
Alone in His abode
But then He heard
A Big Bang at the door.
Quid? He asked
And went to see
Nothing there. Nothing
Except a huge balck hole.
Questions, questions He had
And more.
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#mythology
#pagan
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Em-ily
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 5:38pm
14th Sep 2020 5:38pm
Additional (Crimson, you influence)
Silence Bears,
Listen to me and the witches
Weaving in the dark
Don't feel like you should be left out
It isnt a bad cause
I'm sending a peace song to the sky
today
Silently flowing
Go to the living tree Oh my
The bed and sofa are comfortable and
spacious
I call out to the edge of a pure heart
My mind is clear and my soul is pure
Close all the doors that bother you
Surrounds it with a sacred stream
I guess...
Listen to me and the witches
Weaving in the dark
Don't feel like you should be left out
It isnt a bad cause
I'm sending a peace song to the sky
today
Silently flowing
Go to the living tree Oh my
The bed and sofa are comfortable and
spacious
I call out to the edge of a pure heart
My mind is clear and my soul is pure
Close all the doors that bother you
Surrounds it with a sacred stream
I guess...
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 3:24pm
14th Sep 2020 3:24pm
tranquility
hear me oh pagans over witchcraft
weave against me in darkness
cast with ill intent and you will feel me
today I send on the winds a chant of peace
may the tranquil waters run
enter the green forests oh ye troubled
lay on the mossy beds of understanding and be refreshed
I call the corners with purity of heart
my mind open and my soul clear
smudge your doorways all those bothered
enter the circle with a sacred oath
the universe itself is my witness I mean no harm
weave against me in darkness
cast with ill intent and you will feel me
today I send on the winds a chant of peace
may the tranquil waters run
enter the green forests oh ye troubled
lay on the mossy beds of understanding and be refreshed
I call the corners with purity of heart
my mind open and my soul clear
smudge your doorways all those bothered
enter the circle with a sacred oath
the universe itself is my witness I mean no harm
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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8 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 4:18pm
12th Sep 2020 4:18pm
Halloween
The leaves have turned from green to ginger
autumns creeps with its cold fingers
the equinox past and natures hand
inexorable, looking for a place to camp
Bring the first dew to the gravestones
freshly carved and hardly cold
through the yew trees, an east wind moaned
the spirits day, be arriving as foretold
Druids clad in robes a flowing
chanting as they praised the runes
brought the wood and laid the kindling
invoke the power of the moon
On the the date that greets the cusp
the stocking net tween...
autumns creeps with its cold fingers
the equinox past and natures hand
inexorable, looking for a place to camp
Bring the first dew to the gravestones
freshly carved and hardly cold
through the yew trees, an east wind moaned
the spirits day, be arriving as foretold
Druids clad in robes a flowing
chanting as they praised the runes
brought the wood and laid the kindling
invoke the power of the moon
On the the date that greets the cusp
the stocking net tween...
#Halloween
#pagan
#witches
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