Druidic Poems - Poems about Druidic

...You are a magnetic salt for my tongue. Your valleys unleash my electric soul, death illuminates us, feeds us life through a speaking flesh. I did not find you, you did not find me, we were int......Read the rest...

...Humanity - tormentor of my dreams I discovered the people diverse the scream Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness! My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness Take th......Read the rest...

... A cat has nine lives, so, they say, ......Read the rest...

...The photo of a rose is black and white The sharp thorns are visible to the sight It lays motionless in dim light Yet the crown bright blood red against pale background to the eye is delight The phot......Read the rest...

...In the glen where fairies play and rays of silver light dance, my dreams of love meet the sky and by and by bring romance. When gentle breezes come blow above, below forest leaves, the tree ......Read the rest...

...Deeping Sad Blue Pools of Light Could they have looked on Caesar From their serene and lofty Dales And left him to his Fate? So patiently to wait forever In their sweetly scented Woods Just t......Read the rest...

...Druidic Ruminations (still dancing shadows) Deceptively feminine mannerisms Lures to wile the unwary Long haired unread horsemen Spending Summer into Fall Reciting words in rhythmic fashion ......Read the rest...

...Your warm supple lips press tightly against mine My hand stroking gently your hair so fair Your arms hold me close embracing me tightly My hand softly rests on your nape Your arms draw me much c......Read the rest...

...To help a man be what he is alone in all his glory The old Druidic Elven way 'fore ever words were writ with rhythym and rhyme to help us see the shape and taste and need indeed of apples ye......Read the rest...

...The Olde Druidic Elven Way 'for ever words were writ the rhyme and rhythm helped us see the shape and taste and need indeed of apples yet unbit To help a man be what he is alone in all his gl......Read the rest...

...Knee-bones sunk in wet twilight soil, Welded hands in pagan prayer, Stones sacrificial once draped in blood And ghosts of what was slaughtered there. Hear the beseeching winds of time Carr......Read the rest...