Odin Poems

Chosen By Odin

Baldur’s goal was to grow up and become a warrior for the Hrungnir
He was careful what he put inside his body to be ready and pure.
His mother was amazed he could push breads and sweets away.
Young Baldur knew his final ultimate destination back in the day.

Since childhood he had dreamed of conquering the enemy divine.
I

Ode To Odin

My ode to Odin: 

Hanging in Yggdrasil, 
Neither in sky, nor on Earth.
For nine nights and nine days,
Without mead or a meal. 

A self-inflicted spear wound,
As I sacrificed myself to myself. 
I watched my blood flowing to the ground,
With my blood creating the runes,
As their wisdom entered my bones. 

A Seidr I became to enhance

The Bugle of Odin

My ancestors were Vikings and, 
Their blood runs thru my veins.
They follow me in this life as,
I am a present day warrior.
I have a dream where I was a shield,
Maiden and fought with my father, 
Brothers and sister shield maidens.
I am guided by Odin.
Odin bugle calls me to war.
He has visons and dreams that,
Shows us

A Time When I Was Cont'D

So I came nigh with my eyes so bright, 
in search of him as a brute beast hungry for its prey. 
With eagle's eyes I saw him afar off, 
lying loosely atop the mountain.
"There lies my prey, the heinous venom."
His sense was far gone 
as he laid as a bow stretched by an archer;
with seven

A Time When I Was

It was a long time ago, 
ten thousand years or so, 
when magic and crows, 
held  premium pose 
and place among many untold. 
It mattered not if there was heat or cold, 
all the people sang my praise in rowse. 
That day's victory will go down in history, 
and I had been the hero

Odin

The gray bearded wizard in its night blue cloak,
two ravens and a wolf are his recognition flock.
He has the ability to shape shift from the dead,
into animals speaking the language of same is said.
In midwinter nights he is leading a furious host called Wotan,
occupying ritual haunted burial cemeteries of man.
Legends proclaiming Odin’s procurement and decision.
giving

Hickory

Take you no bread nor wine.
Craving will die in time.
For those who endure rime
will know a joy sublime.

Hanging from windswept tree,
know yourself, know your deeds.
Drooping now over scree,
suffer in bitter glee.

Many days without cup.
Many nights without sup.
Riddles and truths unstuck.
Screaming still, take them up.

Cut down from hickory,
rise now in victory.
Feat for the century,
spread now your

If I Was Thor Son of Odin

Hammer strikes, thunders emerge ripping dark skies to burn Satan's toys___nukes


Aug 29, 2020
17 syllables ~Monoku
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest

Placement: 01

The Age of Ragnarok

The Dawn breaks as planned ,
Mrs and Mr god look down upon their creations and children.

Mrs God weeps because the children have forgotten their mother and send her no thanks or love ,
Mr God is enraged at this insult.

He and Mrs God continue to look sorrowfully upon their children and at their constant fighting and

The Shamans Drum

Slephnir for thou art mine as well with Odin
Trusted companion
 whose rhythmic beating charms and guides us.

Yours is the carrier which protects and finds us,
Upon your back it’s that we proceed to unknown worlds and take council with those who have passed and we have loved before.

Slephnir ‘Thy mighty hooves send drumming through out all

Loki's Lament and Curse Part 4 By Thomas Laufey

Odin:
The crimes of the father 
Reach out to the son you yourself has agreed to that 
Old as you are.
Loki: 
Then you Odin are truly cursed
Even more so than me
And I had never agreed to that when it came
To any of the aesir, vanir or jotun.
Unless we were in a time of war.
And Thor and

Loki's Lament and Curse Part 3 By Thomas Laufey

Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin 
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps 
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva 
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men and immortals alike
The mother of wolves, my lovely consort
Sigyn my

Lokis Lament and Curse Part 2 By Thomas Laufey

Loki:Short is your victory: for fenris, my son,
will rip your jaws and rule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we've waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
My child hela,shall lead an army of the dead against thee
 to which all the einherjar shall die or flee
And freyr to fall by

Loki's Lament and Curse Part 1 By Thomas Laufey

loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"

Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power 
Then even my own,

Baldr's Song

I am in Hell’ my dear father 
And we cannot be together 
You’ll not give me last advice
You’ll not back me paradise.

I was killed by crafty Loki 
In Death garden I am walking
Cry my mother cry my wife
Mistletoe has taken life.

I’m still waiting Resurrection
I have tired of disconnection
I am god of human spring,
But I’m running

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