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.
SatansSperm
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 4:15am
14th Nov 2021 4:15am
Letters never received by Santa
these are letters I found in an old mail bag....never received by Santa.
Dear Santa,
All we want for Christmas is to get some sleep.
The bullfrogs
Dear Santa,
Could you PLEASE make fruitcake a tradition on some other holiday.
Every kid forced to eat that crap.
Dearest Mr.Kringle,
Your electric bill is three months over due,I am afraid we are going to...
Dear Santa,
All we want for Christmas is to get some sleep.
The bullfrogs
Dear Santa,
Could you PLEASE make fruitcake a tradition on some other holiday.
Every kid forced to eat that crap.
Dearest Mr.Kringle,
Your electric bill is three months over due,I am afraid we are going to...
#pagan
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 8:20pm
5th Nov 2021 8:20pm
A prayer to little gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with hopes and dreams
so I give thanks
in hope fate's gremlins
look upon my life
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
with eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with hopes and dreams
so I give thanks
in hope fate's gremlins
look upon my life
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
with eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 12:53pm
3rd Nov 2021 12:53pm
I'm your Confessional
I'm your confessional
I'm your sin
I'm your bastard backseat
I'm your hangover therein
I'm your lust
I'm your Dominant
I'm your slave
I'm your pagan
I am
I'm your sin
I'm your bastard backseat
I'm your hangover therein
I'm your lust
I'm your Dominant
I'm your slave
I'm your pagan
I am
#lust
#identity
#confessional
#pagan
#SelfDiscovery
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 1:35am
24th Oct 2021 1:35am
Beyond The Door To Evermore
Between The Ways
Torc And Cross
They Interplay
As Feel Of Loss
The Soul Is Tossed ;
Twixt Water And Earth
Seeking New Birth
Time And Tradition Overlaid
In Memoriam , This One Prays
Torc And Cross
They Interplay
As Feel Of Loss
The Soul Is Tossed ;
Twixt Water And Earth
Seeking New Birth
Time And Tradition Overlaid
In Memoriam , This One Prays
#death
#religion
#Christian
#pagan
#tradition
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Xaphan
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 9:48pm
18th Oct 2021 9:48pm
Necromancers
Nightfall inexorably unfurls an odious shroud, upon this All Hallows' Eve
Eliciting the dead into metamorphosing, by demonised spells we weave
Chthonic wraiths arise from barrows, with our necromancer's shibboleth
Rousing themselves from our mythologies and their residence, of death
Our dark prayers are answered as our bonfires, like pyres, are inflamed
Macabre revenants are reanimating, from where nothing's ever reigned
And see how their shadows are cast, as they choose to walk among us
Necronauts of the netherworld arise, from our spells of unholy numbers ...
Eliciting the dead into metamorphosing, by demonised spells we weave
Chthonic wraiths arise from barrows, with our necromancer's shibboleth
Rousing themselves from our mythologies and their residence, of death
Our dark prayers are answered as our bonfires, like pyres, are inflamed
Macabre revenants are reanimating, from where nothing's ever reigned
And see how their shadows are cast, as they choose to walk among us
Necronauts of the netherworld arise, from our spells of unholy numbers ...
#dark
#death
#Halloween
#ghosts
#pagan
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Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 1:32pm
6th Oct 2021 1:32pm
Goddess in a Clown Suit
on listening to the album Seventh Tree
The harlequin of discotheque.
Mischievous and sensual.
Cavorts with giant owls, baroque
and russet-curled. Anarchical
without an ideology,
as utterly serene
in green insanity
as -eval glens and glades. The London clown
wears leather boots, a pirate's hat,
and sings to seven trees, of seventh sons.
Anatomy is fraught. Tradition rent.
Druidic priestess of the marsh,
a pagan goddess drawing near.
Her clownery is cellular.
The harlequin of discotheque.
Mischievous and sensual.
Cavorts with giant owls, baroque
and russet-curled. Anarchical
without an ideology,
as utterly serene
in green insanity
as -eval glens and glades. The London clown
wears leather boots, a pirate's hat,
and sings to seven trees, of seventh sons.
Anatomy is fraught. Tradition rent.
Druidic priestess of the marsh,
a pagan goddess drawing near.
Her clownery is cellular.
#nature
#music
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 6:43pm
4th Oct 2021 6:43pm
Pagan (I)
a sonnet
We fall in many bodies, many times.
Outside the Christian faith, the tower chimes
our deaths, but also our rebirths.
We do not sing dirges,
nor proceed in black garments, cross
the squares or streets with gold aloft.
As graveyards gather damp and moss.
We sing to dance, we laugh, we croft...
We share and love our bodies like
they weren't just an old man's mistake.
As if the rotten dike of time
must be observed always, to never slake
a human heart. Which is,
when all's been said, a reddish blade of grass.
We fall in many bodies, many times.
Outside the Christian faith, the tower chimes
our deaths, but also our rebirths.
We do not sing dirges,
nor proceed in black garments, cross
the squares or streets with gold aloft.
As graveyards gather damp and moss.
We sing to dance, we laugh, we croft...
We share and love our bodies like
they weren't just an old man's mistake.
As if the rotten dike of time
must be observed always, to never slake
a human heart. Which is,
when all's been said, a reddish blade of grass.
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual #pagan
#spiritual #pagan
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 9:35pm
2nd Oct 2021 9:35pm
Poof
Such a beautiful woman
Shoulder length curly
Red hair
Sparkling emerald
Green eyes, yes
Reflecting the
Generosity of her soul
Great smile,
So full of life
Sensual lips welcoming you
And then with a twist of her wand
She quickly disappears
Behind a huge cloud of smoke
Shoulder length curly
Red hair
Sparkling emerald
Green eyes, yes
Reflecting the
Generosity of her soul
Great smile,
So full of life
Sensual lips welcoming you
And then with a twist of her wand
She quickly disappears
Behind a huge cloud of smoke
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
28th Sep 2021 5:32am
28th Sep 2021 5:32am
Pilgrim
As the day roze she felt free to go
It would be a way with the bike
But she was set with a pack
And plenty of food too
Her bible as well
For the holy
And saintly
Trip to
Lars.
It would be a way with the bike
But she was set with a pack
And plenty of food too
Her bible as well
For the holy
And saintly
Trip to
Lars.
#atheism
#pagan
#philosophical
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2 Comments
HumbleBill21212
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 4:38am
26th Sep 2021 4:38am
Satan's Lair
Satan's lair
Hello friends, join the
game.
As Lucifer, calls your
name.
Prayers now, are in
vain .
As Demons, dole out
pain.
Evil laughter, fills your
ears.
Endless dread, infinite
fears.
Taunting Imps, mocking
jeers.
Rotting flesh, toxic
tears.
Life is death, cut the
ties.
Tortured souls, hear there
cries.
The After life, all weren't
lies.
Grasp the truth, each one
dies.
If you think, Death is
fair.
Cling to hope, if you ...
Hello friends, join the
game.
As Lucifer, calls your
name.
Prayers now, are in
vain .
As Demons, dole out
pain.
Evil laughter, fills your
ears.
Endless dread, infinite
fears.
Taunting Imps, mocking
jeers.
Rotting flesh, toxic
tears.
Life is death, cut the
ties.
Tortured souls, hear there
cries.
The After life, all weren't
lies.
Grasp the truth, each one
dies.
If you think, Death is
fair.
Cling to hope, if you ...
#death
#atheism
#devil
#TruthOfLife
#pagan
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 14th Sep 2021 6:38pm
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
This Old Floor
Cotton morsels of breath
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
#hope
#earth
#forest
#nature
#pagan
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 5:34am
10th Sep 2021 5:34am
Amaranth Sky
Amaranth Sky
Cumulous islands float like zeppelins
That collect like silver St. Christopher’s medals
Ascended into the wild blue yonder
Where their ghostly apparitions rival Fatima
To shower tears from where Jove collides
With Jehovah on his way to the grocery store
In a back alley of Mexico City
Where cats caterwaul for mercy
Among the hungry orphans
Who cry for the love of any God
Willing to hear
Their sinewy plea
For clouds heavy with amaranth
Whose granary is found in Nimbus waves
Cumulous islands float like zeppelins
That collect like silver St. Christopher’s medals
Ascended into the wild blue yonder
Where their ghostly apparitions rival Fatima
To shower tears from where Jove collides
With Jehovah on his way to the grocery store
In a back alley of Mexico City
Where cats caterwaul for mercy
Among the hungry orphans
Who cry for the love of any God
Willing to hear
Their sinewy plea
For clouds heavy with amaranth
Whose granary is found in Nimbus waves
#kindness
#children
#God
#food
#pagan
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