#devotional poem

[noctivague]

Hekate moodboard

Pyrophoros, keeper of the sacred fire May you light my way as I stumble on the path Mistress of the restless dead May you protect me in the depth of night Astrodia, You who walks above and below I bring you my love and devotion

#it's been a while since i've done one of those and it's still really fun #plus i felt inspired to write some words #hecate #hekate #moodboard #hellenic pagan #hellenic polythiest #devotional poem #devotional poetry #hekate epithets #greek mythology #mythology moodboard

[dionysianmystery]

Demeter, as her green daughter left (and so too leaves),

Surely must thus feel that grief that I feel now

But surely too she must feel it wax, in waves,

Those ebbs of seasons as surely as the passage of time-

Just as I, now, face my lamentation all at once.

So slowly did it creep upon me, willfully blind as I had prayed to be

Unable to face my heart to be buried.

Too fearfully mortal, as well

For reborn, reloved, twined haired Persephone rises again to greet the Dawn

and my own child does not.

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #demeter #demeter deity #demeter worship #persephone #devotional poem #persephone deity

[dark-veiled]

could you write a devotional poem to Apollo, focusing on His protection of young trans men? thank you so much!!

thank you so much for your request!! i really hope u like this :3 please feel free to request another!

O Apollon Akesios, averter of evil; You who protects the young, and especially young boys. A great healer whose eyes radiate bright, glorious light. You, my Lord, who is ever loving and kind.

Leto’s gracious son, who protects the young trans men of the world, I thank You. I thank You, Phoebus Apollon, for Your great protection of transmasculines, demiboys, man-aligned people, and young trans boys.

My Lord, I ask You humbly to keep protecting them. I ask You, great hunter, to use Your far-shooting arrows and their divine aim to shoot arrows of love and gender euphoria to them. Please guide them through any and all obstacles they may face.

Hail, Apollon! Protector of young trans men.

Thank You, Apollon. I love You forever.

#prayer #apollon #apollo #apollo deity #apollon deity #prayer to apollo #prayer to apollon #apollo devotee #apollo worship #hellenic devotion #hellenic worship #hellenic polytheistic #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #hellenic gods #hellenic prayer #hellenic pantheon #helpol #devotional poetry #devotional poem #devotional writing #hellenismos

[signed-author]

He is the nod of respect towards the deceased. The whispered updates of life as you eat to honor your passed loved ones. He is the wave of comfort, knowing they’re in good hands. He is the ominous presence you respect with an awe. He is the whispered name in prayer, coin-kissed offering. He is the tending of the graves, in loving mourn.

{ Original Poem for Pluton }

#devotional poetry #devotional poem #polytheism #pluton #hades deity #💀 #helpol #hellenic polytheism #I wanted to make a poem for him but I wasn’t sure what exactly #POET

[tingedwithstarlight]

You—

You, with the kindest eyes the universe has ever seen

You, with the silvery crescent moon hung from your head

You, with the matted locks flowing like the river Ganges

The lines of my life begin and end with you

Your gaze is like being washed by a cool waterfall

Your touch a thousand soft pillows under my head

Your dulcet voice the song of a nightingale

It makes my mind feel at peace

You are the origin of all of my questions

And the answers to them too

I am yours for an eternity

And you are mine, too

You, whose neck is black as smoke

The one who wears the king of snakes as his garland

And smears his body with ash

You are more beautiful to me than anything in this world

You, who are impartial to everyone

Who loves without bias and judgement

You are the sole object of my devotion

And every breath of mine belongs to you

You, who drank poison for the betterment of the Universe

The destroyer of all evil

The one who rids the world of its ailments

May I hold your hand?

You, whose feet are lovely like the petals of lotus flowers

You cleanse every grain of soil you walk on

You, who moves with such grace and beauty

You have bewitched me, mind, body and soul

My innocent lord who is pure and easily pleased

Who loves to dance and whose dance evokes serenity

You are the one truth of this universe

From within you I came to being, and to you I shall return

— AP

#poems on tumblr #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #mahadev #lord shiva #poem for lord shiv #shivji #original poem #poem #devotional #devotional poem

[the-witch-without-wisdom]

Hollowed Out, Serpent’s Tongue

I thought I broke.

I thought I was broken. 

I cried and I cried.

I wanted to end it all.

I didn’t know who I was

I still don’t know who I am.

I hollowed out

I hollowed out my bones

I left them brittle

I loved someone so hard

That I lost all my hardness.

All my sharpness

Sanded my own edges 

To soften my embrace

Tried to cover my salt and sour

With too much sweetness. 

I thought the cracks in my heart 

Could never heal

And I was right.

But they don’t need to. 

I hollowed out

Hollowed out my heart

To fill it with honey 

Honey on a serpent’s tongue…

A serpent’s tongue. 

I spoke lies and truth.

Sugared my tongue. 

I spoke lies for truth.

Honeyed my tongue. 

A serpent’s tongue told me

That I was allowed 

To make lips pucker 

In disgust

And not love. Not lust.

A serpent’s tongue 

Told me that my hollow heart

Could hold any venom I chose

Tossed me a whetstone 

For my sanded edges

Told me

“Darling— be sharp.

Be broken.

Know what broken glass does?

It cuts.”

A serpent’s tongue 

Sprayed me with salt and lemon

They make cuts feel like damned hell

But they heal. 

Filled my mind with fire 

And my body with water.

“What if you slept

While I kept watch?” 

What if hollow bones 

Are for flight? 

A serpent’s tongue 

Has taught me how to flap my wings.

It will teach me how to fly.

My hollow limbs

Are the lighter for the dancing.

My hollow heart

Is the lighter for the holding.

What if I filled my hollowness

With sea water?

With salt and sour? 

What if I lit a fire in my bones 

And kept it burning

What if black is my new color?

What if my cracks and crevices rattled

Like wooden beads

When I danced?

What if the whetstone sharpened

The edges I had tried to soften?

What if sunlight filtered through

And filled my hollow eyes

And my hollow smile

With light?

I hollowed out

My heart, my bones, my self.

“Darling, fill your new hollows

With anything you desire

And thank your past self

For your new space.

Open the closed cupboards

Let the dark out to play

Let your sour and salt

Flood the world

Let cracked hollow lips

Teach the world how to sing.

Because you have one

Acoustic heart

Courtesy of the hollow cracks.”

One hollowed heart,

One hollowed out

One serpent’s tongue 

Tells me

“As you are! As you are 

Be loved! Be hollow!

Be sour! Be salt! 

Be the flood!

Be charred dark!

Be a serpent’s tongue!

Be honey, be sugar,

But only if you desire!

And no matter what it is

Be loved as it is.

Be loved as you are.”

#poetry #poem #poetic #loki #loki deity work #loki deity #loki god of mischief #norse loki #norse god loki #devotional poetry #devotional poem #deity work #norse deities #sad poem #sad poetry #kinda poetry #kinda poetic i guess #e-offering #sort of? #i just really wanted to share okay

[paganpillar]

Digital Offering: Marzanna

She brings with her the snow

And the call of the crow

With the reminder of death

On her frigid breath

#morana #Marzanna #slavic paganism #slavic #diety #deities #pagan #polytheism #polytheist #paganism #slavic pagan #winter goddess #goddess #devotional poem #devotional #witchcraft #witchy #witch

[satyrfag]

Torn Skin Hymn

Sweeter Prayers to Dionysos

They tell me not to pray on my knees: “Stand tall before God. Do not make yourself small.” But scraped knees are still sacred to me; a prayer that overtakes my body long before words come to me, released from its refuge somewhere deep inside stained-glass muscle memory.

If God is in the ground, in the dirt and clay, I kiss Him with torn skin as I fall to it.

It makes no difference if you make yourself small before God or stand tall; you are always small before God. This is the most basic lesson of faith. There is no looking God in the eye. There is only asking God to handle us gently with impossibly large hands. There is only asking God to make the smallness holy.

#this poem was brought to you by me still praying knelt down with my hands clasped #even though thats not how hellenic polytheists are ‘supposed to’ pray #and by me looking at the pillars of creation picture and thinking ‘that looks like the hand of a god’ #dionysos.devotions #dionysos #dionysus #dionysusdeity #hellenism #hellenic polytheism #devotional poetry #pagan poetry #devotional poem #devotional writing

[a-exists]

Artemis

she is the wind rushing through my hair as i run,

she is the cries of anger and frustration as i try my hardest again and again to scale the obstacles before me,

she is the euphoria of reaching the summit,

unable to contain my excitement as i yell into the vastness of the wooded hills and valleys that lay before me.

she is the voice of the rustling of the trees,

she is the howling of the wolves,

she is the cry of hawk circling above,

she is the buzz of the insects hidden in the leaves,

she is the roar of the waterfall hidden deep in the forest.

nature isn't quiet and neither is she.

- my own devotional poem for artemis

don't repost

#ariane writes #devotional poem #devotional poetry #artemis #artemis goddess #artemis devotee #artemis poem #artemis poetry #artemis deity #artemis* #artemis worship #terfs dont touch #they/them

[the-fox-jawed-witch]

When the sunlight fades over the horizon

And the stars can show off their shine

You will find the answers you seek

Swiftly as the pitch crow flies

Mother Night and Sister Moon will be your guides

Guarding the secrets of the universe

Hand in hand the Night and the Moon

Standing in solitary with you

#witchblr #original post #witchcraft #nyx worship #artemis worship #devotional poem

[theoisbos]

What does the mourning dove lament?

The ceaseless relent

Of life unto death

For they cry to their goddess

Who knows the secret

Life becomes decrepit

So she can keep it

And come again in the mourning.

#helpol #my own #devotional poem #persephone deity

[breakingfenrirschains]

Devotional Poem for Fenrir

By Wild Grace

Your first words to me

were more cold winter air than howl,

more silence than speech,

gentle almost, in the way of a tired soldier.

I clutched your figurine in a fist,

ready to fight, wanting to flee.

and you answered the question that has haunted me

from the time I learned to speak.

You whispered,

“Some things are unbreakable —

until they are not.”

I, too, have watched my child’s bonds

grow tighter with every struggle.

I have sat with her and wept with her,

and wept *for* her.

I, too, have bitten off

the hand that betrayed me.

When the storm threatened to take me

you said to me,

“Some things are unbreakable —

until they are not.”

Our Great Mother sang lullabies in my ears

when the woman who birthed me

held me down

because I would not stop crying.

I flung our Mother’s compassion in her face.

When my heart hardened,

you assured me,

“Some things are unbreakable —

until they are not.”

You, too, know what it is

to be tied down and mocked.

You, too, know what it is

to be called strong as they

spit in your face

and talk behind your back.

You, too, know what it is

to never be satisfied

with the scraps you are thrown.

You spoke to me then,

and you speak to me now:

“Some things are unbreakable —

until they are not.”

While I plot my Ragnarok,

I dream of washing the world

in fire and blood,

to break apart,

to tear down,

to expose,

to avenge,

to bring honor to our families —

the survivors of *their* order and justice.

It is by your example,

Great Monster,

Insatiable Wolf,

Devourer of the Sun,

Being of Darkness and Hunger.

You stand by my side at the end of this world

and shake yourself,

blood rushing back into your limbs.

With a growl, baring teeth

that long to tear

into traitorous throats,

you snarl,

“Come, brother.

We have work to do.”

#lokean #norse paganism #norse loki #norse deities #heathenry #loki #loki deity #angrboda #norse mythology #devotional #poetry #devotion #devotional poem #devotional poetry #loki devotee #fenrir #fenris #angrboða #angrboda devotion

[dark-veiled]

tip for if you’re stuck or don’t have the motivation to write a prayer or devotional poem: go to poemai.com and fill out the info!!

i recommend the poem type be “friend” and the tone be “shakespearean” and then you do the rest!! i’ve only recently started looking at it, but it’s given me some inspiration for prayers. and answering the questions causes you to think more about the deity you’re writing/praying to, and your relationship!!

#prayer #hellenic prayer #hellenic polytheism #hellenic devotion #hellenic polythiest #hellenic deities #hellenism #helpol #hellenic worship #hellenic community #hellenic pantheon #devotional writing #devotional poem #devotional poetry

[signed-author]

He is the tickled heat of the sun on your neck. He is the internal satisfaction of the arrow hitting its target. He’s the stern yet caring aura of a father. He’s the laughter and adrenaline of running through sunlit fields, grass tickling your bare feet. He is the promise of the future for newfound cities. He is the disaster and effects of plague and disease. He is the soothing remedy to your throat mid-illness. He is the prophecy you receive. He’s the wise mentor you admire. He is the flock of ravens, flying harmoniously. He’s in the sunlight. The rhythmic melody, the flick of the pencil, the turning of the page. He’s warmth

{ Original Poem for Apollo }

#devotional poem #deity worship #devotional poetry #apollo deity #apollon #Apollo #POET

[lotusfeather-and-bone]

Praise to you, Morrigan,

Battle Crow, and Shape-shifter.

Praise to you, who flies over battlefields on dark wings,

Who runs on soft paws with teeth and claws at the ready,

Who swims against the current and whose horns are sharp on her brow.

Teach me, mighty Queen, to change myself for the better.

Help me to soar on my own wings, unafraid of falling.

Guide me on the paths of the wild ones, at peace with the forests.

Show me how to move in my own ways, to shine bright and without shame.

Teach me to hold my head high, to know I am fierce in my body and soul.

Praise to you, Morrigu,

Who is also called Macha, the strong and swift of foot,

And Nemain, who is filled with the fury of battle,

And Babd, whose shriek incites the panic of hundreds.

Run with me, oh Macha, and let me be blessed with your strength.

Fight with me, oh Nemain, and share with me your fierce protection.

Cry with me, oh Babd, and let my pain shake even the heavens.

Praise to you, Sovereign Goddess of the Isle,

You who divines both victory and death in equal measure,

For you know that all things must die,

And through your cauldron be reborn anew.

I give you my pain and my sorrows,

I pour myself into your cauldron to be reforged.

#actually mine #devotional poem #morrigan #the morrigan #paganism #irish paganism

[chaos-comes-knocking]

Beware the Daughter of Sirius

Power.

It lingers behind my eyes in lightning flicks

It plays about my tongue

And dances on the tips of my fingers.

*

I will paint my face with the ink of my pen,

I will go to war.

*

Beware the daughter of Sirius,

My body is a torch of star fire

Beware the daughter of Sirius,

I will burn your temple down.

*

How about a little fire, scarecrow?

Witches know a thing or two about straw men

Empty men

May the crows peck out the stuffing

Where your brains should have been.

*

Power.

I need no dragons to do my bidding

I am already fire and blood.

I am the North Star made flesh.

I am savage and wondrous and not alone.

*

I will strike you down with the ink of my pen,

You will find no glory in war.

*

Beware the daughter of Sirius,

My body is a constellation

Beware the daughter of Sirius,

The stars are their own.

*

How ‘bout an introduction, shall we?

Call me Arianrhod, Hekate,

Morgan le Fay,

We’ve met before.

You will wish I was a fairytale when I’m through.

*

My tongue will melt your face to candle wax

You homunculus,

Your smoking skin freckled with Canis Major

My light, a brand where your eyes had been.

*

Beware the daughter of Sirius,

My voice is loud, my teeth are ready,

I am a daughter of Sirius,

I am coming for you.

#loki* #lokean #witchy #roe vs. wade #pagan #lokidiety #lokideity #devotional poem #chaos-comes-knocking #chaos comes knocking #devotional poetry #lokabrenna #womenempowerment