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.
Blackwolf
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 8:49pm
10th Apr 2021 8:49pm
Future Retrospect
I Select This Introspect
Order Ways To Deep Connect
Not Be So Pro - Perplexed
I Deflect The Incorrect
Anything I View Suspect
As Circumspect Misdirect
As An Architect Of Sound Effect
I Utilize My Intellect
Twist And Turn My Dialect
Use My Will To Redirect
I Do Not Pray Or Genuflect
I Ground My Words To Take Effect
Order Ways To Deep Connect
Not Be So Pro - Perplexed
I Deflect The Incorrect
Anything I View Suspect
As Circumspect Misdirect
As An Architect Of Sound Effect
I Utilize My Intellect
Twist And Turn My Dialect
Use My Will To Redirect
I Do Not Pray Or Genuflect
I Ground My Words To Take Effect
#motivational
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#determination
23 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 11:01pm
4th Apr 2021 11:01pm
Burnt Umber Coffee Lass
Burnt Umber Coffee Lass
Burnt umber tresses
For pastel gym short lass
Whose garb is suited for a jog
Round the block of love
But fits the coffee shop
Like a tailored swimsuit
For Florida at spring break
But less daring than a bikini
Hence fit with the decorum
Of serving brew
She gazes up at her bearded coworker
As though he were a shaman
Whose masculine wisdom
Can open doors for her femininity
Secrets that perplex her
That once revealed
Can bring her more than a harlequin novel ...
Burnt umber tresses
For pastel gym short lass
Whose garb is suited for a jog
Round the block of love
But fits the coffee shop
Like a tailored swimsuit
For Florida at spring break
But less daring than a bikini
Hence fit with the decorum
Of serving brew
She gazes up at her bearded coworker
As though he were a shaman
Whose masculine wisdom
Can open doors for her femininity
Secrets that perplex her
That once revealed
Can bring her more than a harlequin novel ...
#women
#coffee
#pagan
#sensual
#wisdom
26 reads
5 Comments
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 3:59pm
4th Apr 2021 3:59pm
Broken & Alone
In a World Full of Tear's Are People on their Pier's
Watching Sunsets unknown, From Whence the Sun or Moon Was Flown
Into Midst of the Sunrise Fall, is Set the Life in a Call
We Hold Light in a Bowl; When we Eat of Substance of the Whole
World of Scene in the Fall, Wherein Lucifer is the Soul
That Gives Rise to the World unknown, in Which we are Set and Shown;
That Nothing is as Bad as it seems, if We But Bow Down to the Mean's
Of What Wholesome is in Tact to Dear, Wherein We Hear the Clutter of Fear.
Come Apparent We Once Were Here, So that...
Watching Sunsets unknown, From Whence the Sun or Moon Was Flown
Into Midst of the Sunrise Fall, is Set the Life in a Call
We Hold Light in a Bowl; When we Eat of Substance of the Whole
World of Scene in the Fall, Wherein Lucifer is the Soul
That Gives Rise to the World unknown, in Which we are Set and Shown;
That Nothing is as Bad as it seems, if We But Bow Down to the Mean's
Of What Wholesome is in Tact to Dear, Wherein We Hear the Clutter of Fear.
Come Apparent We Once Were Here, So that...
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#pagan
#curse
27 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:48am
15th Mar 2021 1:48am
Druid Equinox
#BDSM
#rhyming
#pagan
15 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 8:31pm
10th Mar 2021 8:31pm
The Gift of the Crimson Crown
- The Gift of the Crimson Crown -
The snow was white upon the ground, warming beneath the sun,
Past the remnants of the cornfields, reminders of a harvest past...
Winter was now in passing too, and a new season had just begun.
I intended to see what lay beyond it, where my gaze was so cast.
In the distance was a white mist, thick and featureless, and cold!
Into which something drew me, unto a world that lay just parallel.
The air was much warmer there, and its' history was often untold,
Whilst for but a single mad instant, I believed I ventured...
The snow was white upon the ground, warming beneath the sun,
Past the remnants of the cornfields, reminders of a harvest past...
Winter was now in passing too, and a new season had just begun.
I intended to see what lay beyond it, where my gaze was so cast.
In the distance was a white mist, thick and featureless, and cold!
Into which something drew me, unto a world that lay just parallel.
The air was much warmer there, and its' history was often untold,
Whilst for but a single mad instant, I believed I ventured...
#dark
#spiritual
#myself
#pagan
#magic
42 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th Mar 2021 11:28pm
6th Mar 2021 11:28pm
On Scarlet Soil
- On Scarlet Soil -
It was night, or as close to night as one canst ever imagine,
And the skies grew darkly clouded, as the storms so came...
From eldritch climes, sent by forces beyond old time itself.
Blood red, the clouds turned, like some slaughtered thing...
Reminders of the four blood moons, and then fell the rain.
Many feared that lunar cycle, which crept forth with stealth!
I recall the eve well, that summertime, and what it meant...
Signs, omens, and portents from a discordant realm so near.
I felt the power that was unleashed, and...
It was night, or as close to night as one canst ever imagine,
And the skies grew darkly clouded, as the storms so came...
From eldritch climes, sent by forces beyond old time itself.
Blood red, the clouds turned, like some slaughtered thing...
Reminders of the four blood moons, and then fell the rain.
Many feared that lunar cycle, which crept forth with stealth!
I recall the eve well, that summertime, and what it meant...
Signs, omens, and portents from a discordant realm so near.
I felt the power that was unleashed, and...
#dark
#moon
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
62 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 8:40pm
4th Mar 2021 8:40pm
The Dark Lady's Path
- The Dark Lady's Path -
In the hollow depths, where none who see the sun behold,
I hath seen thee, like an errant spirit carried upon the air...
Exactly as thou didst oft appear when we embraced of old.
Blue gown, dark eyes, and the softest tresses of raven hair,
As if time had ceased for thee, despite what years wilt pass.
You see me when I face my fears and seek to find solace...
When it seems comfort is fleeting, and peace doth not last.
And I behold thee, finding my comfort in thy beautiful face!
Thus began one journey, to which I...
In the hollow depths, where none who see the sun behold,
I hath seen thee, like an errant spirit carried upon the air...
Exactly as thou didst oft appear when we embraced of old.
Blue gown, dark eyes, and the softest tresses of raven hair,
As if time had ceased for thee, despite what years wilt pass.
You see me when I face my fears and seek to find solace...
When it seems comfort is fleeting, and peace doth not last.
And I behold thee, finding my comfort in thy beautiful face!
Thus began one journey, to which I...
#dark
#religion
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
71 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:38pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:38pm
Path of Sorcery
- Path of Sorcery -
In ancient woodland and pine filled forest of olden eras past,
Unto this hour unchanged by the passing of many centuries...
There art places of uncanny energy, where spells longest last.
Therein hath I journeyed, when I partook of eldritch energies!
Marked and changed, from the hours I drew my first breath...
A witch, a warlock, from birth and so shall all my life remain.
Sorcery is in my blood, my spirit in ancient fires made rapt...
By sights that would rob lesser fools of sanity, blood to stain.
Occult secrets,...
In ancient woodland and pine filled forest of olden eras past,
Unto this hour unchanged by the passing of many centuries...
There art places of uncanny energy, where spells longest last.
Therein hath I journeyed, when I partook of eldritch energies!
Marked and changed, from the hours I drew my first breath...
A witch, a warlock, from birth and so shall all my life remain.
Sorcery is in my blood, my spirit in ancient fires made rapt...
By sights that would rob lesser fools of sanity, blood to stain.
Occult secrets,...
#dark
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
33 reads
5 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:40pm
2nd Mar 2021 2:40pm
Seidr weaving
Fate
a birthing
flame
murmuring
breath
heart
we
who descend
of a giants tongue
mede from poetry
we drink
Draugen
ghost
the undead
and their
conception
into
the
afterworlds
We all loose
our
human
shape
lo
and
behold
the chanting
grave mounded
we
enter
full
cycle
...
a birthing
flame
murmuring
breath
heart
we
who descend
of a giants tongue
mede from poetry
we drink
Draugen
ghost
the undead
and their
conception
into
the
afterworlds
We all loose
our
human
shape
lo
and
behold
the chanting
grave mounded
we
enter
full
cycle
...
#pagan
#magic
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Bumped 9th Feb 2021 5:05am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
Facepainters
Facepainters
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
Two boys back in the great north rode the mighty...
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
Two boys back in the great north rode the mighty...
#romantic
#mountains
#pagan
#historical
#wisdom
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2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2021 5:19pm
4th Feb 2021 5:19pm
Old Times
A sound of silence echoed
then there was none
just a whisper of death
for old times...
screaming
then there was none
just a whisper of death
for old times...
screaming
#fate
#mythology
#pagan #morality
#pagan #morality
66 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 11:28pm
31st Jan 2021 11:28pm
He Sensed Naught But Nonsense As Dada's Daddy Spoke It's Sentntensy
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...
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...
#God
#ghosts
#fairies
#pagan
#magic
62 reads
4 Comments
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