Best Druids Poems

As they loomed through the sacred grove,
With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe,
Casting Oghams to the wind,
These men are wise with strength within.

They know the secrets of the trees,
And all the critters that live with these,
Once the kings would sort their counsel,
But they are the Wren,...

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Druids
Magical minds
Tormentor of Camelot
Pure heart, noble blood
Priests...

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Before we say goodnight
There is something you should know
About the oven door.
It is streaked.

There was a man named 
Fidelity Armstrong.
He laughed at anything.
He hung about waiting for pool.

Then there were the Druids
of No Resistance:
I called them, and they spoke
In low, meaningful tones.

The advantage of sleep...

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the underground tunnels that capture small intervals of light the shadowy passages that wind over lost crumbs of significance you chose this dark direction under wraps with each hidden layer of apocalyptic wonder do you really know what lies ahead in every labyrinth that the...

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Celtic triple knot,

                                          ...

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At Stonehenge poised for morn in deepest darkness,
We beckon Lady Ceridwen, our Goddess Crone,
And mark Samhain’s quiet constant stillness,
To death in Yule we walk with magic to the stone.
Dark mother, wise one, heal us in the underworld,
Where the winter souls find rebirth in breaking sun.
It...

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I went walking the footpath between life and death.
It was there I first discerned the strum of a harp.
I hastened my step, tracing wooded trail with stealth`
as the resonant resplendent tones grew clear and sharp. 
I quickly came upon a figure the size of a...

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Tree intertwining,

                            complete cosmos, root, and branch,

           ...

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Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit
Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship 
Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure
Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure


Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish
Activated magic captured unwraps each wish
Ordained as safe keepers for an...

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Stonehenge
by Michael R. Burch

Here where the wind imbues life within stone,
    I once stood
and watched as the tempest made monuments groan
    as if blood
boiled within them.

Here where the Druids stood charting the stars
    I can tell
they...

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