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.
AEMelia564
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Poem Published
17th May 2019 7:36pm
17th May 2019 7:36pm
Divining
Genius one
spread your branches
annoint awareness
sprung from palest
chest
From ancient almanac
I identified your leaf
admiring your gift
Once polinated
By wind wisps
You whispered
My name
And gave me
Purpose
In true colour
of mine eyes
I carry your wand
in karmic blueprint
spread your branches
annoint awareness
sprung from palest
chest
From ancient almanac
I identified your leaf
admiring your gift
Once polinated
By wind wisps
You whispered
My name
And gave me
Purpose
In true colour
of mine eyes
I carry your wand
in karmic blueprint
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
40 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th May 2019 00:10am
16th May 2019 00:10am
eternal knowledge of the becoming spirit
beautiful sage you speak mountain fluently
the forests themselves are keeper of your secrets
through hushed lips, you whisper wisdom
my soul answers as if chastised
the fire in yours charges mine
to carefully listen to the urgency of the river
rushing to greet the ocean's tide with the messages it's received
of days burning with the sun then washed and renewed
the forest watches and knows
the mountains vow from chaos will be order
the rivers gush with excitement when meeting the ocean's tide
rich with the news of a...
the forests themselves are keeper of your secrets
through hushed lips, you whisper wisdom
my soul answers as if chastised
the fire in yours charges mine
to carefully listen to the urgency of the river
rushing to greet the ocean's tide with the messages it's received
of days burning with the sun then washed and renewed
the forest watches and knows
the mountains vow from chaos will be order
the rivers gush with excitement when meeting the ocean's tide
rich with the news of a...
#forest
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual
#pagan
71 reads
16 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
9th May 2019 6:34pm
9th May 2019 6:34pm
Pulchritudinous Sylph
It was as if she put me under
I thought she’s just a spirited Girl
More like a Siren who spelled me
to wonder. . .
Am I Bewitched?!
She’s a Beautiful Woman
She’s strong and intelligent
& the universe knows as do i
there’s an air of kindness
wherever she goes
Sometimes I feel as though
she felt my elfin fingers reaching
in accepting me she chose
to release her poetic
pheromones
I caught a huge inhale of her sex
and realized I had to have
this sensual Nymph,
this...
I thought she’s just a spirited Girl
More like a Siren who spelled me
to wonder. . .
Am I Bewitched?!
She’s a Beautiful Woman
She’s strong and intelligent
& the universe knows as do i
there’s an air of kindness
wherever she goes
Sometimes I feel as though
she felt my elfin fingers reaching
in accepting me she chose
to release her poetic
pheromones
I caught a huge inhale of her sex
and realized I had to have
this sensual Nymph,
this...
#love
#universe
#fairies
#pagan
#magic
65 reads
13 Comments
StRaven
Poem Published
9th May 2019 5:58pm
9th May 2019 5:58pm
All Hail the Dying God!
All hail the dying God!
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
#death
#fire
#rebirth
#pagan
#magic
29 reads
1 Comment
StRaven
Poem Published
8th May 2019 9:09am
8th May 2019 9:09am
Monsoon Season
Monsoon season,
The storm rolls in off the desert.
Blue sky overhead,
Cirrulean in its depths,
thunder heads gathering all around,
A splash and ripple of rainbow arches
over the edge of the Mogollon rim.
Standing at the edge of a 2000 foot drop
into a red rock abyss,
as the wind lifts me,
spreading my wings,
soaring on the edge of the tide.
Watching the distant lightning waltz across the desert peaks,
The storm gods grumble to each other and echo through the distant canyons.
Dust devils dance about me,
As...
The storm rolls in off the desert.
Blue sky overhead,
Cirrulean in its depths,
thunder heads gathering all around,
A splash and ripple of rainbow arches
over the edge of the Mogollon rim.
Standing at the edge of a 2000 foot drop
into a red rock abyss,
as the wind lifts me,
spreading my wings,
soaring on the edge of the tide.
Watching the distant lightning waltz across the desert peaks,
The storm gods grumble to each other and echo through the distant canyons.
Dust devils dance about me,
As...
#storm
#rainbow
#wind #pagan
#wind #pagan
37 reads
2 Comments
StRaven
Poem Published
8th May 2019 9:01am
8th May 2019 9:01am
Calling
So many times I have called on the night wind.
Waiting, listening for your voice to call back,
Hearing it's echoes in the wind in the leaves,
The cicada in the magnolias,
The singing of the stars in the high Aspen branches,
The crystalline silence of a winter night,
The rush of a spring rain flowing,
becoming a torrent between the swollen banks,
The frogs calling, calling in the warm spring dusk.
Each of these,
A whisper across the ethers.
But waiting, waiting still, for your voice to sing back to me across time and space.
Is...
Waiting, listening for your voice to call back,
Hearing it's echoes in the wind in the leaves,
The cicada in the magnolias,
The singing of the stars in the high Aspen branches,
The crystalline silence of a winter night,
The rush of a spring rain flowing,
becoming a torrent between the swollen banks,
The frogs calling, calling in the warm spring dusk.
Each of these,
A whisper across the ethers.
But waiting, waiting still, for your voice to sing back to me across time and space.
Is...
#spiritual
#pagan
45 reads
3 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
7th May 2019 4:41pm
7th May 2019 4:41pm
Religion
Atheist, I am not,
Triggered you are,
Both religion and science I support,
Powerful I am, but the gods comfort and support I want, as I venture.
From your soapbox, please step down,
Respond, you need not,
From the positive faith, you frown,
My brain, to you, it seems to rot.
My faith I don't need,
My faith I want,
A higher power around me, I feel indeed,
Believers, you need not hunt.
An extremist, I am not,
A plague upon society you are,
Be punished for believing different, I believe others will not, ...
Triggered you are,
Both religion and science I support,
Powerful I am, but the gods comfort and support I want, as I venture.
From your soapbox, please step down,
Respond, you need not,
From the positive faith, you frown,
My brain, to you, it seems to rot.
My faith I don't need,
My faith I want,
A higher power around me, I feel indeed,
Believers, you need not hunt.
An extremist, I am not,
A plague upon society you are,
Be punished for believing different, I believe others will not, ...
#anger
#atheism
#religion #pagan
#religion #pagan
37 reads
2 Comments
katydidnot
Poem Published
6th May 2019 4:19am
6th May 2019 4:19am
U
tortoise shells upended
suspended on strings
in your rooms
with its neon green seams
smelling of camphor and lilac
books with broken spines
and pentagrams etched
in your table
no words to break our kiss
your reach dreamed long
before reaching
beneath my dress
bound figurines by the bed
and candles spoked
in a circle
flickered the licking
suspended on strings
in your rooms
with its neon green seams
smelling of camphor and lilac
books with broken spines
and pentagrams etched
in your table
no words to break our kiss
your reach dreamed long
before reaching
beneath my dress
bound figurines by the bed
and candles spoked
in a circle
flickered the licking
#pagan
69 reads
2 Comments
T_V_Walker
Poem Published
2nd May 2019 10:13pm
2nd May 2019 10:13pm
The Spring Witch
Out of the Blackthorn came the Witch
Eyeless sockets black
Skin grey withered clay
Hair white blossom
She was short as a stump
The sky a cloudless blue
The Spring warm on the land
The Witch watched me motionless
I looked at her unafraid
For it wasn't me she wanted
The evil she longed to find
Was long dead
Only the sons of evil men remained
Burning her land
She was just watching
I was just wandering
Eyeless sockets black
Skin grey withered clay
Hair white blossom
She was short as a stump
The sky a cloudless blue
The Spring warm on the land
The Witch watched me motionless
I looked at her unafraid
For it wasn't me she wanted
The evil she longed to find
Was long dead
Only the sons of evil men remained
Burning her land
She was just watching
I was just wandering
#flowers
#spring
#nature
#pagan
#witches
35 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st May 2019 4:47pm
1st May 2019 4:47pm
I..... Am.....Witch
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
75 reads
9 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 2:12pm
19th Apr 2019 2:12pm
The Interconnectedness of Nature
The tree grows tall,
The flower's petals fall,
The butterfly flies high,
The full moon is nigh.
The flower's petals fall,
The butterfly flies high,
The full moon is nigh.
#flowers
#butterfly
#nature
#pagan
#magic
28 reads
0 Comments
Periwinkleblue
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 2:37am
19th Apr 2019 2:37am
Ansuz (NPM#16)
Pink moon comes here
On Freya's day heralds Spring,
yet flowers have sprung.
On Freya's day heralds Spring,
yet flowers have sprung.
#nature
#pagan
29 reads
2 Comments
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