#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

[hislittlestar]

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

[d-ovee]

Erato, Muse of Love Poetry

Albertina • Vienna, Austria

[khaire-traveler]

The Nature of Gods

I often hear of how,

The Gods can be found in nature,

But I don't often hear,

Of the Gods within humans.

If the Gods can exist within nature,

Does that not also mean,

That they exist in us, too?

-

Can you see laughter-loving Aphrodite,

In the gleam of your smile?

Can you feel kind-hearted Hestia,

When there's a loving warmth in your chest?

Can you hear mischievous Hermes,

Within the memorable jokes you've told?

Can you see unbreakable Ares,

Every time you keep trying, despite the hardship?

Can you feel earthly Demeter,

When you eat a meal that you want savor?

Can you hear honey-voiced Apollon,

In the dulcet melodies you sing?

Can you see wild-hearted Artemis,

In your excitement before a thrilling experience?

Can you feel lion-hearted Hera,

Arise in you when you put your foot down?

Can you hear thunder-bringing Zeus,

When the power of your voice shines through?

Can you see dexterous Hephaestus,

In the careful movements of your hands when you craft?

Can you feel earth-shaking Poseidon,

As your blood rushes through your veins?

Can you hear foresighted Athena,

In the words of advice you give to others?

Can you see liberating Dionysus,

Every time you're free to truly express who you are?

-

For the gods do not reside solely in the Heavens,

They exist all around us,

And in everything we do,

They are not unreachably far,

Living in the clouds or on a distant mountaintop,

They are in the air that we breathe,

The cells that flow through our veins,

And each beat of our hearts.

The Gods exist in nature,

And we are a part of it.

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]

[labyrinth-walls-tiny-worm]

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[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

[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

[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.

[imagineee-123]

Ode to Aidoneus (Hades)

Oh, sweet God of the dead, protect my soul

Your darkness consumes all and keeps us whole

Aidoneus, giver of wealth, the one unseen

Keeper of the departed, our endings foreseen

Rolling waves, leading to your tender embrace

Oh, the fear of your presence is misplaced

A respectable, fatherly being

Your watchful eye and doting, oh-so-freeing

Your eternal black, revered by the moon and stars alike

The realm of Hades’ where there is only night

Lost souls, wallow and pray

You are the light to lead our way

The lingering smoke of a candle wick burnt

You, to which our spirits will return

May their trepidation turn to serenity

As they learn, you are not our enemy

Mortal life is far too brief

Though I know you’ll bring comfort to our grief

Your Kingdom, mysterious and homely

How I know your arms will hold me

Oh, praise be to Hades and His arcane caress

There will be a day I must feel the kiss of death

And in His domain, there will be no rain

For I will know I am loved

This is an original poem. Please don't repost elsewhere! (At least not without credit or permission.) Thanks to @vibeswithrenai for the Hades themed dividers.

[geryone]

Song of Songs, Sylvie Baumgartel

[chthoniclakewitch]

I worship Thanatos so that perhaps in the darkness of death, I may see a familiar face shining a smile upon me.

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]

Women are pomegranates.

We will stain you bloody

if you try to tear our divine bodies apart.