"freya" poems
I am the No. 1
uncle
to my niece
Freya.
And my niece
Hope
has me at 3rd
coming after
her mother,
my sister.
and grandmother
my mother.
Such are
the orderly
lives
they live.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
Temptest unleashed
A malestorm of unbridled lust
Seeking her next prey
Uncaring of hearts broken
Wild, unpredictable desire
Lilith in motion
Aphrodite at the core
Freya in attitude
Set lose upon the score
Eyes that capture
Temple upon to feast
When she has you in her sights
Her true nature unleashed
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
I will love you seven days a week.
I will tell you tales, and love you as we speak.
I will love you today,
And I will love you more each day.
I will love you like Monday.
Like how the Moon loves to kiss the bay.
Like what happened on July 20, 1969,
I will take the risk like my life is on the line.
Because this day will be the start,
Of a one giant leap for my heart.
I will love you like Tuesday.
Like how Ares loves to slay.
I will fight for you till the end of the week,
And claim you as the prize that I seek.
Because even the God of War,
Lost the battle to the one he adore.
I will love you like Wednesday.
Like how Hermes loves to play.
To your heart, I will become a guide.
Everything that you'll need, I will provide.
Every problem we will outwit.
We will face it together, we won't quit.
I will love you like Thursday.
Like how Thor loves to throw his hammer away.
I'll try to be perfect like him,
Even though I am weak and I am slim.
And when our love meets Ragnarok,
I will remind you how I love you again like an alarm clock.
I will love you like Friday.
Like how Freya loves her beauty to be portray.
On this day I will adore your beauty,
I'll touch and give pleasure to your body.
I'll bring you gifts and other thing,
And I'll hope that one day you'll wear that diamond ring.
I will love you like Saturday.
Like how Cronus loves to eat a new-borns buffet.
How I hope I won't suffer the same fate,
Because did you know what happened to this mate?
I promise not to be a Cronus.
I'll love you and our children as a bonus.
I will love you like Sunday.
Like how the Sun loves to give us a brand new day.
This may be the end of the week,
But my love for you won't end, this I speak.
For I love you seven days a week,
And I'll end everyday with a kiss on your cheek.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
Vague recollections,
Of curio collections,
Salt and pepper shakers, unused
crystal ashtrays, reflecting rainbows
of northern prairie light on days bright.
A prairie girl, did you miss the place near the Arctic Circle,
your home? Did Odin and Freya call you away from here to
there, or was Thor, or Loki the thunder in your angry voice
that I feared and may have hid under the steep basement
stairs, quietly in the dark hoping you were unaware.
Some of your children, and
your spouse, left before you did,
I know that was tough, and a shame.
You were tougher, though, you did
suffer in you aging frame.
I know you loved us all, I know you knew me too,
very early you said of me "he is a sensitive child", which
I have found to be all too true, many years after you have
gone I miss you, grandpa and dad, Audrey and Vic too.
Did you all find Valhalla at Heaven's Gate?
So I will not stir up the past, nor
will I hurry, through each day, for
I will remember, and smile at those
memories that brought me joy, prose
and rhyme not of a child, but a Viking man.
©DWE032013
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
<quote>
When you’re young, and in good health,
you can imagine living in New York City,
...
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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Freya sparkles as she smiles
setting off brown eyes so dark.
Pools inviting a peek within,
captured in the middle of a spark.
Freya shines as she speaks
soft lips form words so clear.
Sounds inviting a pleasant smile
for anyone who cares to hear.
So hear these words from an old Soothsayer,
Your heart will be warmed when you meet Freya.
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© Pagan Paul (29/06/16)
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
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Bubble, Bubble, Head and Phone
Drop it all:
~
You
Thee
Thine
self
Thor
my
self A
sovereign
ruler
Freya
Smashing
Ontogenetics
O, Odin !
Grace of Celestial
Sobriety
is
To Dive
The surface, energizing
Below
Immorttelle
T
Love
Scented
Neroli
Rose blushes ~ Rose Bushes
Flashes
Appear
All
over
Thou Faces
I
Expressions
Get away with the old Kneipp
Get along
With it
easily
Snow sleet Crystal
Degrees
Uwwaaaaaaahoooo
uuuu
"Boing"
Bubbling Boiling
Magma *******
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Freya
Shield-Maiden, Lover
Sister, Mother
Embraces owing
Life unfolding
Blessings upon the fiery hearth
Tears above
Love below: relieve our toil
Darkness ebbing
Rhyme unending
Listen to my bold tale!
Freya
Red hair flowing
Sunlight growing
Rising upon the hill
A song of springtime
Complete this bold rhyme
Hear now my tale!
Set out into the dark forest with newly picked flowers for the hearth, grasped within a meager coat. Clutched in bare hands and protected against her chest from the cold wind which blew so insistent. She was not far from the village when she met a woman on the road.
"A penny for your thought? A purpose for your soul?”
“I do not think so.”
Mysterious crones on a lonely road.
“Perhaps mittens to keep an old woman’s hands warm?” scratched the voice of the Crone.
The girl who wished to be on her way produced one flower from her coat,
“May the thorns keep your hands warm as they do mine.”
Fresh blood dripping from the open wound,
the Crone graciously accepted the rose.
“For this trouble” she said “I will return a favor of my choosing...for you did not give me what I asked... I give a warning. You may not know of such things, but on this night, in these hills is a crone not unlike me. When she asks a favor of someone, and they do not give it to her...she takes them, then buries them in her garden to make the spring come faster. She always asks for that which cannot be given. The snow cover and the full moon coming will sneak night upon you. Wherever you are heading you must stay the night. For if you travel back you will surely lose your way and find yourself food for the flowers.”
The girl who had been taught to be polite even to witches nodded and replied,
"Thank you for your gift.”
She headed on her way not believing a word of what the old Crone said.
Still this dread loom is woven with defeat. Even for the gods who would keep us safe from evil, and guard us from death 'till the end of days was determined.
I say for us all in this song that after light had dropped, the first of the frost did melt.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 8:31 PM UTC
"The Feeling Inside"
I'm sitting here all alone
just watching the world go
on, while I sit here
in this mood I put
on the mask to hide
myself but the truth is
I am depressed watching as
all my friends are hooking
up and either in love
or just what up, why
have the gods done this
to me please Freya have
mercy on me I just
want to be me not
without her or without this
feelings of love and envy
these are the feelings that
remind me of the pain
that was passed to me
so Freya please have mercy
on me
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
LANDSCAPE TOGETHER
Memories become reality, events are lucid
and ongoing as brown haired girl stares thru
her frizzy hair, it’s not fair!
It’s too deep – do I like the girl?
Is your sister weird too?
Are you so weird too?
Maybe you doubt my love for you,
a foreign landscape dwarfs you,
diminishes you, makes you nothing but a girl.
You ask me my view, I reply
you’ll have to make up your own mind.
A million pretty girls have walked this land,
most are dead now. Their beauty heart stopping,
their country wordless, timeless.
We go to triple north deep fjords, midnight sun,
hazy skies of Freya. You invoked such a girl
in our spell on our enemy,
one day I, we’ll go to such shores.
To Viking lands, Leaves Eyes music,
Tristania and Mortiis. No mere girl can encompass
my love for you or a beauty you have yet to see.
Take you to frozen lake where biplanes flew
and fought against **** enemies.
A beauty rather indescribable but from your soul,
see it with me and you’ll understand.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Creeping through the kitchen
sneaking out the door
shhh my wee accomplice
if we're quiet we'll see more
left their feathers on the patio
their footsteps in the earth
I know there is a fairy-o
lets hunt for all we're worth
peeking in the buckets
and underneath the stone
told off by the two-year old
boy them kid's do moan!
"Iesus, see the fishies!"
her wee order not request
don't fall in, the water's cold
so cling her to my chest
I'm a fishy too I say
she almost does believe
but then instead of fish flakes
she feeds me rotten leaves
whoops I showed her something
throwing water in the air
now we both are slightly damp
won't tell your mum I swear
back to seeking fairies
and I'm crawling in the muck
got to find one somewhere
AHA! we are in luck!
a secret little wee one
hidden all away
but when she saw us coming
she turned to stone all grey.
not to worry little Freya
when we're gone awhile
she'll turn back to a fairy
with her pretty smile
now back to the kitchen
their rehearsals going well
mum looks close at her soggy sleeves
mum's can always tell.
what was she putting in your mouth?
Oh dead leaves, well thats ok!
a toddlers work is never done
and adults call it play....
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 8:27 AM UTC
My bare feet walking across the green fields connect deeply with the cool earth, they know the way… this is the path home, this is where I belong. Do you get that feeling about places and about people too, like you’ve met them before or known them all your life?
You ask me ‘where are you from?’. ‘Right here’ I say, knowing that the answer you are waiting for, expecting, is only skin deep. Because what is visible to you, the mask of a distant land, is not my true face, and the question you are afraid to ask is ‘Who are you and where do you really belong?’
When you catch my passing reflection who do you see? Who can you see beneath this earth-toned façade? Can you see my mothers legs walking toward you, my father smile as my grandmother’s eyes search your face and my grandfathers hand reaches out to take yours? Who are you and where do you really belong?
Come, dance with me, your answer is not in my words. My answer is not in your eyes. Let your feet move to the rhythm of my heartbeat, let me feel your ancestors dancing in my DNA. Let our bodies tell their tale for my blood holds the memory my tongue forgot, my sweat the taste of ancient prayers. Who are you and where do you really belong?
Which Mother land gave birth to my soul? Lashmi, Durga, Kali, Saraswati in your womb I dance… with Venus, Isis, Freya, Aphrodite, Yemaya, Sekmet, Demeter… ****** mother, crone… who are you? Where do you really belong?
The eternal quest to find the source, ashes to ashes, dust unto dust the earth swallows my dance and I stand still with mud between my toes. For an instant your mask drops and I know who I am and where I really belong….
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
All the free will
and dark desires
spinning off
into complete oblivion
couldn't stop
that quaking ache
deep inside me
for the perfect soul
I would ever know
I would shake
Thor from the sky
Would have
begged and bartered
to catch a glimpse
of the One
who was given
that piece
of my soul
The sliver that's hidden
deep inside of you
I pay tribute to Freya
and kiss the feathers
that have let me fall
softly into you
©ShawnaRenea
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
Eject
Call Quits
snap
snap
We’re done
arguing
this is the point
nothing
is the best it could be
Do something!
click
it black
to discuss this love
on the wrong plane
invalidates urMessage
(close) your (eyes)
and send me strength
ArE()TheY()sHuT?
whisper without words
the murmurs that move me
emotional elixirs: the essence
love in purple
trust in blue
freedom in orange
color in white light
brown textures of the Earth
growing green
(NOW oPEN IT)
let love flow
into (your heart) out of
your spirit pouring endless energy
cAn YoU fEeL iT?
Touch It.
Physically touch your screen to make a rainbow.
And let It touch You.
Weep with Gaia
as Freya spills her amber tears
know all of the pain of humanity
embrace the primordial pain
and weep for all of It.
let every leaf sweep a way
Introduce Yourself
firmly fluid
heavily light
intriguingly familiar
to find everything
yaw taht
Are you OK?
I’m fine. Just go away.
How rude.
I guess I’m the sour grapes
of life.
Days of blue sky inside
blue walls
Hello
Infinite screens between me
You never read me.
No one wants to hear me.
It’s no fun to feel me.
And only I can heal me.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
Runes on urns
Bones burn
do not turn your spine to Rome;
cry to the heavens
ravens nest on crosses
do not turn away from your faith
for their so called Holy Tome.
Be stalwart
ward off this Christian bane
demons lurk in prayers for a scarecrow nailed to its fate.
Wickedly, your spirit is snatched away
the death gate is one,
one of their prayers away
wickedly, our brothers, mothers,
all of us are gone.
Poisons slowly sicker
within an uncaught breath
Our grounds being wounded
where hellhounds maul Fenrir to death.
our myths are torn apart
part for the stories told by a crowned snake
shake it off, before it snatches, bites
strangles you to death.
Scream to Odin
Freya, Tyr and Thor
power your believes
sharpen your tongues and words
fire your forges
flail your name deep into stone
stand your truth deep to the bone
you will never fight alone.
The harbingers battle in the skies
fathom our valkyries cry
blades cutting deep
steel and blood weeping
we try, we stand, we defend
our harvest, heritage, home
let their scrying angels die
shut close, smash
banish their so-called
Holy Tome!
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
I don’t have to build her a castle, she won’t come out of the one she has.
High grey walls that loom over any chance at ever getting in.
Tapestries of blood and night rain down over the sides.
I want to wash her face with stained glass on a summers eve
Sleeping before the gates amidst the bones of those before me
She dances with the vapors of the her elixirs that warm her
Alluringly and whimsically luring me to an irresistible demise
The idea of love hushed silent by the fear of an inevitable fate
Now there’s only emptiness, a coldness that pervades
A sullen heart
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
Odin, if you could possibly be so kind
Grant me a bit of your wisdom
Maybe it will ease my restless mind
You gave your eye up for it
Give me just a taste, I promise I will find
A way to pay you back
I’ll give you my blood, its pain unrefined
Thor, please, could you help me through the storm
I’m lost in the dark very far from home
Could you light up the sky and illustrate its form
Or let me hold the hammer
Maybe all that power could help me then transform
Maybe then I could find my way
Out of the relentless cold and back into the warm
Freya, goddess of war, help me in my fight
With my inner darkness
That is pouring in to drown out my light
Your the queen of love
And I promise that I’ll be your knight
If I can love myself
Any small amount, no matter how slight
Eir, I come to you ‘cause I know that I’m sick
Pull the poison from my soul
And I’ll give you any reward that you pick
Or give me the cure
Tell me it slow, maybe then it will click
If I’m a lost cause
Give me the news, and please make it quick
I beseech all of the gods, in all of their halls
Can you hear any of my please
Or am I forgotten outside of your gilded walls
Help me to survive
And I will answer every one of your calls
Please tell me that you care
And we’re more than your little mortal dolls
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
x Linny-Lou x
Oh Linny-Lou! How do you do, my heart has willed this prose,
As where we met I can't forget, or so the story goes.
I close my eyes, my best disguise, and kiss your gorgeous face,
As Goddess spun a web of Love, and as Freyja opened space.
As Hearts entwined my Angel kind my blood pumped rather frantic!
As Freya swam around us both, Her divine Love oh so Tantric! Into my arms I held you near our lips connects Her passion.
I wore yours and you wore mine, in welcomed loving fashion.
It is rare to marry in the stars, a King just for one day,
A Queen with Princess soul ambition, coronated every way.
Then with feathered sword departed, a feeling oh so tragic, For what will happen to the love we made upon this spacetime fabric.
Do you hear, Linny so dear! We added Love to Gnosis!
For Gaia's arms were open too, skies to seas and how you know this.
I thank you from my Angel heart I always wore on sleeve,
And my Shaman's Majick shows of synchronicity.
And now my quest of King no less brings tears heaven scent,
And now I find from heart to mind of all it ever meant,
'To open heart and bridge a soul, wandering with violet virtue,
So Lady B, listen to me, I can't say I'd never heard you!
For we cannot ignore the saving grace of Love when Love's in flow,
A river of ethereal beauty floods from your head to toe.
I bow on bended knee once more and thank you for our journey, And close my eyes, my best disguise now that you've really heard me 💙
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 1:49 PM UTC
EVEN TO COME BACK
TO COME BACK FROM HEAVEN
ITS FRIGHTENING
SIDE STICKER HALF LIGHTENING
TO TAPE A HELM
THE COURAGE TOXIC REALM
FREYA IN WELL LAUGHING IN STONES
ADDRESSING SWAY
MEDIA BRAID GROANS
CUSHIONS FOR KART WHEELS
PARK YOUR HAND STAND
I KNEW THAT IT WAS VACANT
I KNEW HER BODY WAS JUST AN ELEVATOR
NOTHING TO HOLD
EMPTINESS THROWN
JUST TO THINK THAT JUDAS WASNT EVEN CLOSE TO AS MEAN AS IT
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC