Popular Pagan Poems
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Popular pagan poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 7:47pm
21st Mar 2024 7:47pm
Rhyme ?
I’m your queen
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
#WritingPoetry
#CharlesBukowski
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
#EECummings
130 reads
33 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 9:11am
4th Apr 2024 9:11am
Hymn to Earth
I found the idle skeleton
of a lone deer out on the moor,
half-visible, half-sinking
into the bone-rich mud
eye sockets empty; the skin
quite gone as I considered
how death is simply life
with a free buffet.
Often, I dream of what it must
be like to sink into nothingness.
To seep slowly into the liminal,
to pour fuel into the abyss
how Earth
is always two parts green
often ten parts silence
of a lone deer out on the moor,
half-visible, half-sinking
into the bone-rich mud
eye sockets empty; the skin
quite gone as I considered
how death is simply life
with a free buffet.
Often, I dream of what it must
be like to sink into nothingness.
To seep slowly into the liminal,
to pour fuel into the abyss
how Earth
is always two parts green
often ten parts silence
#earth
#pagan
#Britain
110 reads
15 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 7:18am
7th Apr 2024 7:18am
Hymn to Water
They were windsurfing on the lake today.
Storm Kathleen was rolling in after all
and so I watched them on a jetty
skim the waves with all the grace
of Bambi on ice.
The sports club owns that one—
charges exorbitant fees to dive
as well as insisting on wet-suits
and tow-floats and lifeguards
and other shit sucking the life
from wild experiences.
I don’t swim there.
I refuse to be sanitised
and maybe as forty looms
I carry with me the spirit
of my anarchic era
...
Storm Kathleen was rolling in after all
and so I watched them on a jetty
skim the waves with all the grace
of Bambi on ice.
The sports club owns that one—
charges exorbitant fees to dive
as well as insisting on wet-suits
and tow-floats and lifeguards
and other shit sucking the life
from wild experiences.
I don’t swim there.
I refuse to be sanitised
and maybe as forty looms
I carry with me the spirit
of my anarchic era
...
#water
#nature
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
97 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 6:07pm
30th Mar 2024 6:07pm
Hesperian Allure!
All clear last night, yet, in the southeast
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
#mythology
#pagan
103 reads
13 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
Hymn to The White Spring
In the beginning I saw nothing
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
#God
#pagan
#magic #Britain
#magic #Britain
49 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
Hymn to Words
In dim lit corners
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#pagan
59 reads
7 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 8:10am
5th Apr 2024 8:10am
Hymn to Air
Two arms, propellor blades
lift in and out of the lake
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.
For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath April’s waves.
This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God
this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait ...
lift in and out of the lake
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.
For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath April’s waves.
This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God
this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait ...
#myself
#pagan
#Britain
85 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 1:02am
13th Apr 2024 1:02am
Hymn to Creation
i.
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
#women
#men
#pagan #metaphor
#pagan #metaphor
55 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
77 reads
12 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 3:37pm
21st Mar 2024 3:37pm
Ostara
Monastic ripples fade
in gratitude we bowed our heads
to celebrant silence
I dream in hints of hibiscus
white crowned magnolia blossoms
have covered this path
I came here to bring the last salmon home
entered into miasma wind
magpies mimicked
vernally so
I was not defined by name
now I am earthen
gestating
Annwyn
copyrights © owned by Ri
https://youtu.be/6_aPsWBrMtU
in gratitude we bowed our heads
to celebrant silence
I dream in hints of hibiscus
white crowned magnolia blossoms
have covered this path
I came here to bring the last salmon home
entered into miasma wind
magpies mimicked
vernally so
I was not defined by name
now I am earthen
gestating
Annwyn
copyrights © owned by Ri
https://youtu.be/6_aPsWBrMtU
#dark
#pagan
#symbolism
93 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 8:56am
6th Apr 2024 8:56am
Hymn to Fire
There was a theme to the Leos.
A bold, unfailing theme of fuckery
because hindsight is a hell of a drug.
Truth is, I didn’t hear you leave.
Pad-foot God.
You and your blazing eyes
caught up in a massacre
and that’s how it felt—
as if I was a doe
decaying slowly.
As if the killer in you
painted my skin with ash.
A bold, unfailing theme of fuckery
because hindsight is a hell of a drug.
Truth is, I didn’t hear you leave.
Pad-foot God.
You and your blazing eyes
caught up in a massacre
and that’s how it felt—
as if I was a doe
decaying slowly.
As if the killer in you
painted my skin with ash.
#pagan
90 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 8:43am
1st Apr 2024 8:43am
The lighting of the flame
I walk barefoot
calling to the heart
of Brigantes land
listen to the crow of moorland
shiver those dark, dead bones
… do you hear me, old ones
is your howl the feral fire
that stokes this Pagan blood
.
.
.
hail to the watchtowers,
the cardinal directions
hail to the sun, moon
and all her stars
hail to my beloved England
as she unfurls before me
singing the song of place,
the indigenous birthright
of alchemy—
stoke your fires deep within
...
calling to the heart
of Brigantes land
listen to the crow of moorland
shiver those dark, dead bones
… do you hear me, old ones
is your howl the feral fire
that stokes this Pagan blood
.
.
.
hail to the watchtowers,
the cardinal directions
hail to the sun, moon
and all her stars
hail to my beloved England
as she unfurls before me
singing the song of place,
the indigenous birthright
of alchemy—
stoke your fires deep within
...
#pagan
#Britain
105 reads
2 Comments
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