#worship poetry

[verse-voyager]

A gospel of compassion Written in the stars Our love, a rebellion Against their prison bars.

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Unintended Worship,” featured in If Only the Sea Could Sleep

[k-oree]

Erato, Muse of Love Poetry

Albertina • Vienna, Austria

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]

[succubish666]

Lucifer is the crisp sound of taking a bite into an apple

Lucifer is the smooth feeling of horse hairs sliding across the strings of a violin

Lucifer is the warm glow of sunlight on your face during golden hour

Lucifer is crawling into bed into your lover’s embrace at the end of a long day

Lucifer is glancing at a clock and realizing you stayed up too late indulged in research

Lucifer is the clenching of your fist at injustice

Lucifer is the flap of a bird’s wings as if takes off

Lucifer is the musty scent of an old local library

Lucifer is the squeak of a marker against a poster board meant for a protest

Lucifer is a warm mug of hot chocolate on a snowy morning

Lucifer is the pop of the cork of a bottle of fine red wine

Lucifer is the feeling of pride after speaking up for yourself

Lucifer is the soft click of a chess piece hitting a checkered board

Lucifer is the way light reflects off of the iridescent sheen of a peacock’s feathers

Lucifer is that subtle gasp when something finally makes sense

Lucifer is your sleepy eyes adjusting to the light of a sunrise

Lucifer is the reverberating in your chest during a low chuckle

Lucifer is feeling that you are loved unconditionally

[labyrinth-walls-tiny-worm]

[feral-ballad]

Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “Love”

[geryone]

Song of Songs, Sylvie Baumgartel

[ryomanticizing]

The Devil's Minion / Interview With The Vampire

"What ties this wolf to this lamb, she figures, is the fact that it hasn’t eaten it. Painful mystery of the gift that returns through reflection: what the wolf loves in the lamb is its own goodness. It’s thanks to the lamb that the wolf accedes to the plane of love—the love that gives of itself without hope, without calculation, without response, but that nevertheless gives of itself, seeing itself give of itself. The wolf given to a lamb of the Griniov type who doesn’t even notice the enormity of the gift—that’s really love. There remains the infinite solitude of the wolf, invisible and unrecognized except by itself. What interest does Pougatchov have in not eating the lamb? The ascetic and dangerous interest of self-love. The lover loves the beloved, which is the occasion for generous love. But thereafter—thereafter there is the aftermath. Now the wolf can no longer break away from the lamb, for the lamb retains, for better or worse, traces of the gift. That which is given in love can never be taken back. It is me my entire self that I give with the gift of love. This is why the wolf can’t stop loving the lamb, the chosen one. Repository of the wolf. All of the wolf. That’s how love can ruin the lover." - translation of Hélène Cixous' The Love of the Wolf

Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb // from a uquiz i took ages back // Travis Scott, SDP Interlude // Mabel, Episode 15: Killing the Moon // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Andrew Kane, How To Be A Dog // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous // @achillics, vulnerability // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Azra T. // excerpt transcribed from the video 'The Ambiguity of Relationships' by Professor Francis Ambrosio // from the translation of Hélène Cixous' The Love of the Wolf // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Karese Burrows, from “Persephone Writes a Poem,” This Is How We Lost Each Other // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Raleigh Richie, Bloodsport // David Cronenberg, Consumed // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Jessa Crispin // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // unknown // Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41  // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // @starstark // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Saaba Tahir // Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should've Come Over // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // k.c.cramm, christmas eve forever // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should've Come Over // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Yves Olade, Bloodsport // Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // @thepoisonroom // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // Caluco, Maggots // Anne Rice, QOTD, The Devil's Minion // all gifs are from Interview With The Vampire S2E05

[appalachiasferaldaughter]

Hail to the Old Gods;

The ancient ones, Deities of forest, mountain, and sea, for whom my ancestors poured from their ram horns.

Hail to the god of emotions, who teaches us when to embrace chaos and when to refrain for the moment.

Hail to the goddess of seiðr, who holds the key of divination in the waves of her golden hair trailing down her breasts.

Hail to the god of strength, guardian of the deer herds, who teaches me when to cry for help and when to stand and gore. Hail to the Allfather, whose unconventional wisdom hurt me greatly in the moment, but saved my soul from perpetual insanity through the binding of runes.

(Thank you all for everything)

Hail to the Old Gods.

[verse-voyager]

Soft reflections in the water, Glimmering, fading out of sight Whispers of a distant dream, Where my heart once dared to fight

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Loss,” featured in The Selected Poems of Adonis

[pearlsandjustice]

Aphrodite

Is born from the sky and into the sea

And you can find her in the vivid, exquisite earth.

In the ripe, warm-coloured fruits on the tree which may remind you of the lush softness of fatty flesh or the tenderness of the heart.

There is so much love, so much beauty to be found in all that surrounds us,

And you can always find her there

In the depths and on the sun-warmed surface

Of the world and of yourself.

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]

Aphrodite is a burning rose

full of passion and love

a pomegranate soiling your soul

whispering sweet words

as her thorns stain you red

- The Moonstress

[whim513]

i love father hades, he’s the softness in darkness, the peace in silence, he’s strong and steady his hands never wavering. He’s wise and calm and despite his reputation his love is abundant. His love is soothing quiet, darkness after a long overwhelming day, soft music, tears and tenderness. He is fatherly and makes everything seem okay, he is a promise of kindness beyond life, and i think that in each pocket of relief, of love in the world, he is there. In tea, in friendship, in a stranger smiling at you, a wave between customers, a kiss on the cheek, a wagging tail of a pet. His love is gentle and steady, a rocking chair and i love him with deep tenderness.

[czortofbaldmountain]

To the Rainbow Lucifer

Lucifer of the Rainbow, Lucifer, Meadow Dancer!

I see you in flowers, And in the rosy-orange sky When the Sun is rising - The Sun, your other shining face, Oh, sweet Morningstar.

I see you in grass, In brave city dandelions And even at night, In the Moon's colours, subtly changing.

Fallen, you never lost your beauty, Lucifer, Rainbow of This World.

Painting - The Spirit of the Rainbow by Henry Mosler, cropped.