Pagan Poems
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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.
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 5:33pm
4th Mar 2024 5:33pm
Pagan Coloures (by Musically Mr M and Monovox128)
#PopCulture
#pagan
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
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PAR
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 2:04pm
21st Feb 2024 2:04pm
Abnoba
In the blue kingdom where the waters dance,
the goddess reigns, with a look that enchants.
Her voice flows like an advancing stream,
echoes deep in the breeze that sings.
With tidal hands she weaves destiny
of creatures that inhabit water.
Her cloak is foam, pure and divine,
In the depths, her secrets stir.
Guardian of the waters, serene goddess,
on his throne of coral and pearl.
Liquid goddess of immense power,
your strength moves the intense ocean.
On the horizon your light shines
guide mortals, who on earth...
the goddess reigns, with a look that enchants.
Her voice flows like an advancing stream,
echoes deep in the breeze that sings.
With tidal hands she weaves destiny
of creatures that inhabit water.
Her cloak is foam, pure and divine,
In the depths, her secrets stir.
Guardian of the waters, serene goddess,
on his throne of coral and pearl.
Liquid goddess of immense power,
your strength moves the intense ocean.
On the horizon your light shines
guide mortals, who on earth...
#religion
#astrology
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
95 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 3:39pm
4th Feb 2024 3:39pm
The Temple of Aphrodite!
A fleeting thing is a beautiful maid
with some wine and sonnets to toast her health
as the cornerstone of romantic wealth
whereto insufficient tribute is paid
when only informality rules
in the mastering of half-witted hearts
by cliché rom-com cinematic arts
foundering in emoticon pools
as Valentine's day looms large and in charge
until lovey-dovey Romeo pukes
to angst wherein his Juliet rebukes
his rampant poor planning, often at large...
and why the wise mistress takes control of
all matters in the management of love!
with some wine and sonnets to toast her health
as the cornerstone of romantic wealth
whereto insufficient tribute is paid
when only informality rules
in the mastering of half-witted hearts
by cliché rom-com cinematic arts
foundering in emoticon pools
as Valentine's day looms large and in charge
until lovey-dovey Romeo pukes
to angst wherein his Juliet rebukes
his rampant poor planning, often at large...
and why the wise mistress takes control of
all matters in the management of love!
#pagan
#tradition
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 12:59pm
3rd Feb 2024 12:59pm
Arise!
She snuck into some upper boughs
just around the witching hour,
as if in evergreens to browse
by ancient arcane Imbolc power.
Sometimes the moon by stealth will climb
into the first skies of the year...
in a manner, extra sublime,
due to the heavens being clear;
as if by Brigid, parting, blessed...
and brutal Janus looking twice,
conferred to grant Aurora's request
to lose the fog and cirrus ice
so sleepless bards and crescent moons
may plot gold beams...with mantic runes!
just around the witching hour,
as if in evergreens to browse
by ancient arcane Imbolc power.
Sometimes the moon by stealth will climb
into the first skies of the year...
in a manner, extra sublime,
due to the heavens being clear;
as if by Brigid, parting, blessed...
and brutal Janus looking twice,
conferred to grant Aurora's request
to lose the fog and cirrus ice
so sleepless bards and crescent moons
may plot gold beams...with mantic runes!
#pagan
138 reads
5 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 9:19am
3rd Feb 2024 9:19am
Imbolc Cleansing
O Brigid, your season has arrived
Bowing to you, Jack Frost retreats
Nature speaks spring language
The first leaves unfurl, seeds sprout
Animals give birth to their offspring
Blessed by your light, o Goddess of
Fertility, the eternal circle of
Birth death and rebirth starts anew
I call upon your guidance, o Brigid
All rooms are prepared and cleaned
The incense sticks are kindled
Now the time has come to
Smudge the house of my soul
I am afraid to face the darker side
Encouraged by your divine light
I open the...
Bowing to you, Jack Frost retreats
Nature speaks spring language
The first leaves unfurl, seeds sprout
Animals give birth to their offspring
Blessed by your light, o Goddess of
Fertility, the eternal circle of
Birth death and rebirth starts anew
I call upon your guidance, o Brigid
All rooms are prepared and cleaned
The incense sticks are kindled
Now the time has come to
Smudge the house of my soul
I am afraid to face the darker side
Encouraged by your divine light
I open the...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 1:38am
31st Jan 2024 1:38am
Of Ancient Lore Forgotten
- Of Ancient Lore Forgotten -
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten...
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#pagan
#philosophical
#rebellion
111 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 4:39pm
20th Jan 2024 4:39pm
Godhead
No god more represents a man
than horny Pan, astute,
and no nymph with a better plan
than Syrinx for his flute.
Upon that tube she plies her lips
to give a gentle blow
which summons from below his hips
love potion to bestow.
Perhaps she thought it a mere kiss
when first he brought to bear
his organ 'gainst her mouth abyss
upon a playful dare.
Yet rather than a fetching tune
her face became a mess...
when of a sudden, Pan aswoon,
released immortal stress!
than horny Pan, astute,
and no nymph with a better plan
than Syrinx for his flute.
Upon that tube she plies her lips
to give a gentle blow
which summons from below his hips
love potion to bestow.
Perhaps she thought it a mere kiss
when first he brought to bear
his organ 'gainst her mouth abyss
upon a playful dare.
Yet rather than a fetching tune
her face became a mess...
when of a sudden, Pan aswoon,
released immortal stress!
#uplifting
#mythology
#pagan
#tradition
#PersonalGrowth
145 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 2:44pm
10th Jan 2024 2:44pm
Hide and Seek
Beyond the veil of words and forms
there lies a realm of light and love.
Where mystics soar like graceful swans
and taste the bliss of good above.
To leave behind the world of sense
and dive into the depths of soul.
To find the source of peace immense
and feel the oneness of the whole.
Search the unknown for a clue.
Hope to find something that's true.
Face the risks and the dangers.
Meet the foes and the strangers.
To see the beauty in all things
and hear the music of the spheres.
To touch...
there lies a realm of light and love.
Where mystics soar like graceful swans
and taste the bliss of good above.
To leave behind the world of sense
and dive into the depths of soul.
To find the source of peace immense
and feel the oneness of the whole.
Search the unknown for a clue.
Hope to find something that's true.
Face the risks and the dangers.
Meet the foes and the strangers.
To see the beauty in all things
and hear the music of the spheres.
To touch...
#mirror
#myself
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:18pm
7th Jan 2024 5:18pm
Love and Pain
I was always a rogue with you
Then I started to love you
Still in that phase
I wanted to see you bound
Just sitting next to me
Occasionally leaning over to twist your nipples
Hoping you'd do the same to me if I ever untied you
Yeah all kinds of bdsm pleasures
But then you got religion without the religion
That sounds weird but it's me
No matter what I say or do short of daggers
You always come back to me
To which I'm grateful
Purity has its moments
They don't last long
Winter just started
I long for your heat
Then I started to love you
Still in that phase
I wanted to see you bound
Just sitting next to me
Occasionally leaning over to twist your nipples
Hoping you'd do the same to me if I ever untied you
Yeah all kinds of bdsm pleasures
But then you got religion without the religion
That sounds weird but it's me
No matter what I say or do short of daggers
You always come back to me
To which I'm grateful
Purity has its moments
They don't last long
Winter just started
I long for your heat
#love
#BDSM
#lover
#pagan
#suffering
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 2:39pm
5th Jan 2024 2:39pm
Across the Hilltops Danced
The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.” - Emerson
What fairy feet across the hilltop danced
before the Christ and first Mohammedans arrived
to render all these stones a blasted heresy?
We lean our picnic on the moss and eat
our sandwiches, removed from fear of blasphemy
to talk and think on Mother Nature’s gifts, the seat
of what may once have been a grand temple.
The children run towards the ancient lake
on which a royal barge may have lilted,
the raiments gilded by a cyclop’s eye
that...
What fairy feet across the hilltop danced
before the Christ and first Mohammedans arrived
to render all these stones a blasted heresy?
We lean our picnic on the moss and eat
our sandwiches, removed from fear of blasphemy
to talk and think on Mother Nature’s gifts, the seat
of what may once have been a grand temple.
The children run towards the ancient lake
on which a royal barge may have lilted,
the raiments gilded by a cyclop’s eye
that...
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 11:41am
2nd Jan 2024 11:41am
Poem with no rhyme
I let my thoughts fly
and free myself from worries.
I open my heart and connect my essence.
I look at the blue sky and feel at peace.
I watch the celestial Wheel
marveling at its splendor...
the clock of the universe
and the map of my soul.
The Wheel is the different facets of life
that affect our energies and actions.
The Wheel intersperses our shadows and virtues.
Wheel of life,
cycle of death and rebirth,
Wheel of destiny,
path of evolution and growth.
I behold the heavenly Wheel ...
and free myself from worries.
I open my heart and connect my essence.
I look at the blue sky and feel at peace.
I watch the celestial Wheel
marveling at its splendor...
the clock of the universe
and the map of my soul.
The Wheel is the different facets of life
that affect our energies and actions.
The Wheel intersperses our shadows and virtues.
Wheel of life,
cycle of death and rebirth,
Wheel of destiny,
path of evolution and growth.
I behold the heavenly Wheel ...
#spiritual
#mirror
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 4:56pm
30th Dec 2023 4:56pm
Obsession 2.0
I've got this YOU obsession
It's under control
Problem is ....
I don't want it under control
I want the mayhem of desire
Clawing and scratching
Fingernails on chalkboards
Insomnia with hard-ons raging
Tired, horny and exhilarated
Placid is not good for long
I'll do what you ask of me
I'm trying too
Some addictions are easier
Substances
French Fries
Work and Working out
Healthy and not so
Call me Daddy or not but just call
It's under control
Problem is ....
I don't want it under control
I want the mayhem of desire
Clawing and scratching
Fingernails on chalkboards
Insomnia with hard-ons raging
Tired, horny and exhilarated
Placid is not good for long
I'll do what you ask of me
I'm trying too
Some addictions are easier
Substances
French Fries
Work and Working out
Healthy and not so
Call me Daddy or not but just call
#addiction
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness #obsession
#StreamOfConsciousness #obsession
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23 Comments
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