Corey Kuropas Oct 2014

I fight for the gods
To make it to Valhalla
Thirsting for sweet war

Ashley Somebody Apr 2014

I feel strong tonight

A hundred songs burst from me

In colorful bloom

The darkness holds fear no more

I laugh in the face of death 

Dreams cannot threaten

I fear no nightly phantom

Day will come with joy

But until then I will sleep

And rest my wearied body. 

My mind is awake

Thought after thought captures me

Musings, wonderings, 

Daydreams before I slumber;

Life is bright and wonderful. 

Yes, I feel strong tonight.

MCWA Nov 2010

O Viking Gods of the Norse,
you governed the mighty seas.
your boats were built of gopher wood;
and you made wise use of a breeze!

Jordan LC Murphy Apr 2016

O' valkyrie I adore,
The great princess of war,
Please take my hand,
Don't disband with out me,
To the great Valhalla hall!

Neil Brooks Aug 2013

Laugh openly, mockingly,
at every other Religion,
Philosophy, Opinion,
Yet still I am expected to handle them with kid's gloves.
Expected to tread carefully, not to offend any of their sacred sacraments.
who conquered and enslaved my ancestors through treachery and deceit.
Maybe you should die for your own sins.

Shaded Lamp Aug 2014


Extreme use of profanities

and Gods engaged in an orgy of lust

Apology in advance for any offence caused


At Freyja's Table

Fucking Gods everywhere
Fucking here
And fucking there
They fucking suck and fucking fuck
Some fucking clean
Some fucking muck
They fuck in heaven
And in fuck in hell
Cupids got them
under his fucking spell
With fucking arrows
in their fucking hearts
Fucking priests
Fucking tarts
Fucking freaky super powers
Fucking torrential golden showers
The fucking sparks
Fucking fly
Fucking murder in their eyes
Fucking Eris causing troubles
Fucking Bacchus blowing bubbles
Fucking Sif is fucking Thor
More and more  
On the fucking floor
Fucking Gods everywhere
Tied up with their golden hair
Freyja clears her fucking table
Grabs any God that she's able
And fucks and sucks
And licks and fucks
Fucking breathless
Who fucking cares
Fucking Gods are everywhere
Discarded robes
that lay beneath
Fucking horns
and clenching teeth
They fucking cum
They fucking squirt
They cum again
Until they hurt
Steaming bodies
Sweaty hair
Fucking Gods are everywhere

No "modern God" was harmed during the production of this filthy work
Inspired by Cooper Clarke's "Chicken Town"
Steinar Lothbrok Oct 2016

We come as warriors, we come as raiders, and as slavers. We take what we want, we are Vikings. We raid and we pillage, for our gods, and for our sons. Feel our wrath in battle for we have no fear. For when we fall we join our brothers in Odin's hall.

Isabel Bonilla Mar 2014

My fiercest desire.
Is to get lost in your sapphire eyes,
Exult in your flowing golden hair,
until I'm breathless with longing.

Your smell.
That speaks of sage-filled plains,
scorching suns,
and quenching rains.

Rugged arms around me,
hearts synchronized in beating.
The female weakness,
that yearns for the virile touch
of that chosen one.

Two lost souls,
that have finally found each other,
following a trail of silver tears
and shattered illusions...

Pride Ed Nov 2014

Glide on dark tempest and frighten the skies,
Above blooded lands, lamenting past battle cries!
Valkyrjas of storm; born of thunder.
Warriors of gore; bodies torn asunder!

O’ Blooded maidens; princesses of death,
Descend on these fields with hurried breath!
Pillage strong souls of frenzied conquest.
Gather them now at Odin’s behest!

Herd legions of wraiths behind Valhalla’s cruel gate.
These sleepers of ire; of wars they lay in wait,
For Ragnarök shall roar, so revel in glee.
Delight in this violence, thy mote it be!

For yet another prompt on allpoetry! XD
Corthonyax Apr 2016

At the edge of sea you die,
poor children, hammer's...

Where the hammer strike
shall thunder crack and roar.
For the river as you, alas, depart,
to ash shall flames your body turn.
Poor children, hammer's...

Shall you the beauty's field visit
which in the ninth it lay?
Shall you be by the Poet chosen,
the hall of golden shields to see?
Or shall you be by none chosen
and left the dark mist only to see?
Poor children, hammer's...

Dyrr Keusseyan Aug 2016

The Tree Nymph chants with grace,
Mesmerizing  men by plenty, soon lost, displaced,
Her voice, charming songs of paradises and victories true;
Sounds like colors, various, like a thousand rainbows hues,
But deceptive songs heard only men whose hearts are empty,
And whose souls are petty, despite they toiled plenty.

For these men who seek women and The Nymph also seeks them:
Evil men full of blackness, foul and dread,
Who foolishly travel to the source of the enchantment,
Only to find themselves slain by this female bastard.

No heart broken if nonexistant,
Persistent ignorance formed by constant negligence
Yet before dying comes a sweet caress
For slain are these foolish men, Nature is blessed!

From Her body only one guarantee,
Without sympathy, from the enemy
From her blood pure: Holy Vessels,
But only after a pain; unbearable

Her Body sometimes Tree, Her blood always a Holy Sap
Her wisdom an elixir which none can grasp,
She is wet and her branches grow children who will soon run with the wind
Not from the rain, but from the semen of men who have heard her sing.

Forever shrouded, mysteriously clouded intent
Dreaming of men who wept, with whom they slept, only to met their death
However it is noted, The Tree Nymph sings true and pure,
For men who are evil, the only cure

A purge for those who sing as they hurt and curse
At Women: The Ocean of eternal birth.

Micheal Wolf Nov 2016

Breeze blown leaves and the suns dying rays
Shadows become darkness at the fadeing of the day
Eyes become heavy and limbs like lead
Our ancestors protect us as we take to our bed
Summer ends as winter begins
Rituals practiced across the world
Prepare now for winter
Prepare for snow
Look towards spring
When new buds will grow

Evelyn Culwch Jan 2016

O husband, behold the marks that mar your handsome face!
The angry red where poison left its sting,
Where my arms trembled.
Where I failed to save you,
If ever you were mine to save.

O husband, remember when your eyes first met mine!
We were so young,
When we married beneath the world tree.
When we danced among cowslips and primroses,
Like life would always be dancing.

O husband, think fondly on the first child!
Meant to be a great warrior,
Born as night broke into dawn.
Born a prince who would never be king,
By no fault of his own doing.

O husband, think too on the second son!
The magician and scholar,
Gentle in thought and action.
Gentle in word and deed,
That innocent youth.

O husband, cry for that betrayal!
The punishment passed down
By highest authority and greatest king.
By queen who shared my lineage,
Who in punishing you punished us all.

O husband, forgive my tears!
Those that drip down my face,
Landing on our dirtied robes.
Landing on your ashen skin,
As cooling as the poison is hot.

O husband, my strength grows weak!
She the always faithful,
My arms burn with the weight of two small corpses.
My arms sing with the agony of venom,
Fingers trembling where they grasp the golden bowl.

But O husband, I shall never leave!
Faith unwavering I sit by the eternal flame,
My husband the Silvertongue whose voice has long gone out.
My husband the Sky Traveler, who now lays bound to the earth,
I shall hold the bowl unto eternity.

O husband, behold the marks that mar that handsome face!
The angry red where poison left its sting,
Where it is soothed by the tears from mine own cheeks.
Where I failed to save you,
If ever you were mine to save.

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