Long Pagan Poems
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 7:59pm
8th Oct 2022 7:59pm
Alecto: The Red Fury's Return
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#historical
#sacrifice
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 7:53pm
8th Oct 2022 7:53pm
Alecto: The Red Fury
#dark
#violence
#pagan
#historical
#revenge
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 4:41am
8th Oct 2022 4:41am
This Old Man
The cry of the wolf knows not he is the inheritance of the waning moon
Interchanging aggression for passion drip of desires darkness shall swoon
Howl unto me my night creatures, feast of the blood
Fangs dipping in ripen flesh in the name of love
London Bridges falling down human immurement sacrificed limbs to keep its crown
What goes up Vikings burned it to the ground
Bodies encased in its moorings hushed without the Queens' sound
Watering graves erected beams
Entombed, no...
Interchanging aggression for passion drip of desires darkness shall swoon
Howl unto me my night creatures, feast of the blood
Fangs dipping in ripen flesh in the name of love
London Bridges falling down human immurement sacrificed limbs to keep its crown
What goes up Vikings burned it to the ground
Bodies encased in its moorings hushed without the Queens' sound
Watering graves erected beams
Entombed, no...
#dark
#pagan
#poverty #deception
#poverty #deception
520 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 8:39am
1st Oct 2022 8:39am
Little Jack Homer
Little Jack Homer sat in his corner eating his porridge pie
Along came a spider and sat down beside her as he sung to the masses her myths of an identity she denies
So far embedded in the treachery of web lies
Another tale to achieve fallen tears of blind eyes
Wickedness should never stir a black widow
When looking at greatness through the outside of windows
Wisdom always knows the way foolishness flow
A genital pretending to be a dick the concept, from the pate is low
I am sure Little...
Along came a spider and sat down beside her as he sung to the masses her myths of an identity she denies
So far embedded in the treachery of web lies
Another tale to achieve fallen tears of blind eyes
Wickedness should never stir a black widow
When looking at greatness through the outside of windows
Wisdom always knows the way foolishness flow
A genital pretending to be a dick the concept, from the pate is low
I am sure Little...
#dark
#pagan
#witches
#manipulation
#deception
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2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 4:37am
29th Sep 2022 4:37am
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
A Son of a Bitch confession, without thoughts, who pisses in her palms and jerks off like a shaman
What a joke to pretend to be a man where really a woman stands
Riddled holes in the mirror of innocent souls
And now anger tears she cries let her heart pour unit it depletes upon the flow
Unto a witch, what were you thinking to ask for forgiveness when you inscribed upon my production words of arts for laughs, so hateful if only people can see what I know
And you sign off in glee, like you think you made this aura bleed,...
What a joke to pretend to be a man where really a woman stands
Riddled holes in the mirror of innocent souls
And now anger tears she cries let her heart pour unit it depletes upon the flow
Unto a witch, what were you thinking to ask for forgiveness when you inscribed upon my production words of arts for laughs, so hateful if only people can see what I know
And you sign off in glee, like you think you made this aura bleed,...
#shadows
#Halloween
#pagan
#witches
#curse
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 3:09am
28th Sep 2022 3:09am
The Tower of Illusive Splendors
- The Tower of Illusive Splendors -
It was a rough and terrible fortress that dominated the landscape of the small isle on which it sat, like a primordial giant, immense and looming over those waters that lay all around, just off the coast of the mainland. Stained glass where the windows, but some were open and through the open ones it was not difficult to see for a great distance indeed. The shores of the isle were rough and jagged, but in starkest contrast was the pleasant countryside of the mainland, where placid streams babbled down from those high mountains that defined the...
It was a rough and terrible fortress that dominated the landscape of the small isle on which it sat, like a primordial giant, immense and looming over those waters that lay all around, just off the coast of the mainland. Stained glass where the windows, but some were open and through the open ones it was not difficult to see for a great distance indeed. The shores of the isle were rough and jagged, but in starkest contrast was the pleasant countryside of the mainland, where placid streams babbled down from those high mountains that defined the...
#dark
#vampires
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 2:07am
28th Sep 2022 2:07am
Ring Around The Rosie
The witch who couldn’t scratch an envy itch
She wanted to appear youthful again to feel the love of a mighty warlock to be his favorite dish
She lit her black candles and placed them around her pentagram to conjure, in anticipation licking her lips
Sitting upon the point her eyes fluttering close as she made her wish
There came an eerie voice that spoke from the dancing fire
Speak witch of your ultimate desires
I want to look like the beautiful Queen without my fake mirror faces ...
She wanted to appear youthful again to feel the love of a mighty warlock to be his favorite dish
She lit her black candles and placed them around her pentagram to conjure, in anticipation licking her lips
Sitting upon the point her eyes fluttering close as she made her wish
There came an eerie voice that spoke from the dancing fire
Speak witch of your ultimate desires
I want to look like the beautiful Queen without my fake mirror faces ...
#evil
#pagan
#witches
#curse
#Halloween
447 reads
5 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
Garden of the Vestal Virgins
Six Vestal Virgins,
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#pagan
#magic
316 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 00:20am
26th Sep 2022 00:20am
Little Bo Peep
Has anyone seen my sheep
They slipped away when I was sleep
They all have my demonic mark on their back
I told them not to step upon land of that nosey kitty cat
She is now on to us
And she is making a huge fuss
She thinks I am nuts
But
Can she really say I am insane
When I bring false pleasure to the brain
Knowing I am blue if no one remembers my name
Giving my sheep the lunacy of my twisted games
She knows our address and where we all live
Who we are, what we...
They slipped away when I was sleep
They all have my demonic mark on their back
I told them not to step upon land of that nosey kitty cat
She is now on to us
And she is making a huge fuss
She thinks I am nuts
But
Can she really say I am insane
When I bring false pleasure to the brain
Knowing I am blue if no one remembers my name
Giving my sheep the lunacy of my twisted games
She knows our address and where we all live
Who we are, what we...
#dark
#Halloween
#pagan
#magic
#witches
475 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Sep 2022 00:17am
25th Sep 2022 00:17am
Boys And Girls Come Out To Play
Boiling in the filthy stench of your own boiling cauldron in your false life
How many myths does it take you wet soaking witch
To convince yourself to hide behind another mask after your cause rife
Unto a Queen you have called off her throne
To play chess on your board, where I move, until you have no home
In my squares we shall dance, we shall play
My Rook, my Bishop, my Knight, my King, shall leave you in dismay
This Monarch leaves you where you lay
The truth of your pawns your minions I will slay
Masquerade in the pit...
How many myths does it take you wet soaking witch
To convince yourself to hide behind another mask after your cause rife
Unto a Queen you have called off her throne
To play chess on your board, where I move, until you have no home
In my squares we shall dance, we shall play
My Rook, my Bishop, my Knight, my King, shall leave you in dismay
This Monarch leaves you where you lay
The truth of your pawns your minions I will slay
Masquerade in the pit...
#dark
#deception
#pagan
#witches
#manipulation
621 reads
7 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 6:42pm
23rd Sep 2022 6:42pm
Balance
The spool is spun
The first moment I saw the sun.
I lightly tread
Upon a thread,
Walking a line so thin
Knowing I'll fall, let slip my feelings, but not when,
As I teeter over the edge, left and right
Wobbling, knowing not if I'll fall left or right,
Or straight forward,
Or exactly backward,
Or do a loop-de-loop, bounce around
And land anywhere on the ground.
Truths, secrets, social norms, rebellions,
Thoughts, feelings, preoccupations, and actions,
Sometimes lopsided one way or the other,
With thoughts and...
The first moment I saw the sun.
I lightly tread
Upon a thread,
Walking a line so thin
Knowing I'll fall, let slip my feelings, but not when,
As I teeter over the edge, left and right
Wobbling, knowing not if I'll fall left or right,
Or straight forward,
Or exactly backward,
Or do a loop-de-loop, bounce around
And land anywhere on the ground.
Truths, secrets, social norms, rebellions,
Thoughts, feelings, preoccupations, and actions,
Sometimes lopsided one way or the other,
With thoughts and...
#strength
#LGBT
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#philosophical
383 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 6:24pm
23rd Sep 2022 6:24pm
Old Mother Hubbard (The Witch Who Lived In My Shoe)
There once was an old witch who live far away in an enchanted land
She had so many children vying for her hand
One day she pondered what to do to give her mental peace
A plan to give them their wings under the disguise of her reprieve
One by one she gave unto herself different names
The masking of herself to disguise the dishonor of her fame
Unto her seeds they will become unto their own glory
Sowing seeds but not of her purgatory
The glass slipper unto the King or Queen the farce to the naked human eye
Sweet and sexy words moaned...
She had so many children vying for her hand
One day she pondered what to do to give her mental peace
A plan to give them their wings under the disguise of her reprieve
One by one she gave unto herself different names
The masking of herself to disguise the dishonor of her fame
Unto her seeds they will become unto their own glory
Sowing seeds but not of her purgatory
The glass slipper unto the King or Queen the farce to the naked human eye
Sweet and sexy words moaned...
#dark
#shadows
#monsters
#pagan
#witches
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10 Comments
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