Long Pagan Poems
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 00:19am
10th Mar 2022 00:19am
The Haunting Of Tituba (Mysteries Given From The Skies III of IV)
Danvers, Massachusetts 1692
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into...
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into...
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Mar 2022 8:55pm
8th Mar 2022 8:55pm
The Haunting Of Tituba (The Witch Cake II of IV)
Salem Village, Massachusetts
1692
Nathaniel Ingersoll's Tavern
She’s a witch screamed the gathering in the center of the village
Let her blood seep while her body twitches to death before her charms to our souls over spillage
I does not harm no one I look after these master’s girls
Ailed them in sickness with herbs, roots, pulled from the bed of da earth
A tradition in my world
Isa learned deem signs of da sun from me mistress from morn to night
Casting deeds when people fell ill and cleansing da souls with my hands not in...
1692
Nathaniel Ingersoll's Tavern
She’s a witch screamed the gathering in the center of the village
Let her blood seep while her body twitches to death before her charms to our souls over spillage
I does not harm no one I look after these master’s girls
Ailed them in sickness with herbs, roots, pulled from the bed of da earth
A tradition in my world
Isa learned deem signs of da sun from me mistress from morn to night
Casting deeds when people fell ill and cleansing da souls with my hands not in...
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
572 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Mar 2022 7:26pm
7th Mar 2022 7:26pm
The Haunting Of Tituba
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the...
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the...
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
617 reads
12 Comments
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
477 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 1:17am
21st Jul 2021 1:17am
Unleashing The Moon
#pagan
#magic
#moon #night
#moon #night
649 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th May 2021 9:34pm
4th May 2021 9:34pm
A Dream of Kitezh - Part II
A Dream of Kitezh - Part II
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
I was placed under the direct apprenticeship of the youngest of the old woman's existing apprentices, Lunara. The old woman communicated everything to me through her, and I sensed this was so that the old woman would have as little to do with me as possible. Lunara instructed me in the construction of wands and staffs, of how to seek out wood for their construction in the fallen branches of trees that...
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
I was placed under the direct apprenticeship of the youngest of the old woman's existing apprentices, Lunara. The old woman communicated everything to me through her, and I sensed this was so that the old woman would have as little to do with me as possible. Lunara instructed me in the construction of wands and staffs, of how to seek out wood for their construction in the fallen branches of trees that...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#memories
#pagan
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th May 2021 9:32pm
4th May 2021 9:32pm
A Dream of Kitezh - Part I
A Dream of Kitezh - Part I
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
It began where I was seeing a vast, panoramic view of a snowy coastline, filled with vast forests of pine trees. It was snowing, and the water was frozen in places. A sailing ship was hastily making for the coastline, but the waters were choppy and the going was dangerous. The ship made it to a place where there was a break in the coastline, where a mighty river went inland. As the ship sailed up that...
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
It began where I was seeing a vast, panoramic view of a snowy coastline, filled with vast forests of pine trees. It was snowing, and the water was frozen in places. A sailing ship was hastily making for the coastline, but the waters were choppy and the going was dangerous. The ship made it to a place where there was a break in the coastline, where a mighty river went inland. As the ship sailed up that...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#memories
#pagan
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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
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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
415 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
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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
457 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
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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