Pagan Poetry

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Comment by Cameron S. on March 17, 2009 at 12:45am

Lenor Thanks Happy you liked it enough to share it with others :)

Nicole I agree with Patricia's comment on your peace .

Rachel I enjoyed reading Premonition very vivid nice work

Comment by Rachel on March 15, 2009 at 12:33pm

thanks guys :)

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 13, 2009 at 2:26am

Rachel, I liked premonition. It is very like what we all dream with no courage to tell it

Comment by Rachel on March 12, 2009 at 9:45pm

Here's a few more of mine, this one is from about a year ago:

Eyes

They tell certain people
Everything about you
How your day went
If you’re lying
If something is wrong
What you’re thinking
All at that exact moment
Eyes
They tell a whole story
And it’s not the movement of the eyes
It’s looking inside
That speaks



here's another, more recent one.


Premonition


I lay here
Staring
At nothing
At everything

I clutch
An object in my hand
But don’t look at it
It’s round and hard

An apple
Is what I hold
As I think of it
The history flahes across my view

Of the Goddess
Her many faces and forms
Of her partner the Gad
The object morphs

It’s now long and thinner than the apple
It’s unbalenced in my hand
The end I hold is soft but bumpy
I gasp

The atheme has cut me
I drop the knife to the ground
But there’s no sound
I look at my hand to examine the blood

And wake up

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 12, 2009 at 12:01pm

nicole I believe we can all relate to this

Comment by Lenore on March 11, 2009 at 3:27pm

Awesome- I know I say that a lot but oh well! lol

Cameron- Loved True Friends, i completely agree. I even called my best friend up and read it to her.

Patrica- deep and good, sad to

Dylan- WooHoo!!!

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 10, 2009 at 7:05pm

All poetry is part of who we are, and who we want to be. Dylan celebrate my brother!

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 10, 2009 at 7:03pm

I gave my heart before God
I said I do
You said I do
but you never did
suicide
optimal
too much hurt
a broken heart
I just wanna go home
Father bring me home
New love tries to break in
its a big brick wall
To break down
Skeptism
hatred
deception
Dont want feelings
Never to mate again
I have been broken
Dont let anyone know
I fight love
He loves me
How could this be
I am closed and hateful
Bitter and broken
I want to be held
Told WE will get through this
No one will ever again
Or let him in my heart
Oh Father help me

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 10, 2009 at 6:39pm

There is more to us than flesh, blood, and matter. Our brains are to have a workout of intellect. That is what makes each and everyone of us beautiful.Our lives are precious and more so are the lives we create.

Comment by Cameron S. on March 10, 2009 at 6:08pm

nice poem as well

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