Long Pagan Poems
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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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2 Comments
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
335 reads
4 Comments
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
484 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
361 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
522 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
653 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
418 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
998 reads
10 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 1:37am
14th Jun 2022 1:37am
Mystic Horizons
- Mystic Horizons -
It was not any thoughts of a conscious design, nor dreaming hope in gleaming splendor...
Which made it seem that with an arcane art, words could bridge the portals of the worlds.
Some think it mere fancy or fantasy, deception or lie, but the truth would drive them mad!
If they could but accept the grand visions, the revelations, the tapestry in all of its' wonder,
They would, I wager, still not trade their illusions away, likening them to precious pearls.
Only the worthy, I was told, could bear this burden of knowing, which makes some...
It was not any thoughts of a conscious design, nor dreaming hope in gleaming splendor...
Which made it seem that with an arcane art, words could bridge the portals of the worlds.
Some think it mere fancy or fantasy, deception or lie, but the truth would drive them mad!
If they could but accept the grand visions, the revelations, the tapestry in all of its' wonder,
They would, I wager, still not trade their illusions away, likening them to precious pearls.
Only the worthy, I was told, could bear this burden of knowing, which makes some...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
455 reads
7 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
Sides of Myself
Light and dark sides of a doubloon,
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
#ILoveYou
#identity
#LGBT
#MentalHealth
#pagan
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 2:23am
5th Jun 2022 2:23am
Orgiastic Blasphemy
- Orgiastic Blasphemy -
In the depths of the earth, from out where legends sprang of creation's birthing,
Upon an altar, carved from stone roughly fashioned, the place of red offering...
Can be touched by those initiated in mysteries that none untaught can recollect.
Slick with sweat, from pleasures forbidden, participated in by the mad faithful,
Celebrations of the flesh ensue beneath the gazes of tall, roughly crafted idols...
Which gaze down with empty eye sockets, from where they stand coldly erect.
In braziers burn tattered parchments on which is...
In the depths of the earth, from out where legends sprang of creation's birthing,
Upon an altar, carved from stone roughly fashioned, the place of red offering...
Can be touched by those initiated in mysteries that none untaught can recollect.
Slick with sweat, from pleasures forbidden, participated in by the mad faithful,
Celebrations of the flesh ensue beneath the gazes of tall, roughly crafted idols...
Which gaze down with empty eye sockets, from where they stand coldly erect.
In braziers burn tattered parchments on which is...
#dark
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#sensual
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0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
Kingdom of Chaos
- Kingdom of Chaos -
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
#dark
#dreams
#apocalypse
#pagan
#magic
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