Poems About Magic Seeking Friendly Advice
#magic
Poems about magic seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Winter's Secrets
" Those who don't believe in magic, will never find it" -
Roald Dahl
A magical glimpse at winter's secrets.
Behold the mysterious footprints
upon the frozen powder's bed.
It's the words we don't say
that amplify the ached silence in my head.
The soft tracks lure imagination
with their ghostly glow.
At the scene earlier, a blood red cardinal
perched in the stark white snow.
Another peaceful moment of heart glow.
Winter's startling secrets grant joy
May the return to reality be forever slow.
Roald Dahl
A magical glimpse at winter's secrets.
Behold the mysterious footprints
upon the frozen powder's bed.
It's the words we don't say
that amplify the ached silence in my head.
The soft tracks lure imagination
with their ghostly glow.
At the scene earlier, a blood red cardinal
perched in the stark white snow.
Another peaceful moment of heart glow.
Winter's startling secrets grant joy
May the return to reality be forever slow.
#secrets
#birds
#snow #magic
#snow #magic
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The others
You live rent free in your head.
No intention is valued.
Your resilience is incredible,like "Duracell" you continue,and continue and continue and never ends.
In their peeon heads,they think by their continuous attacks on you,it will create descent. Not knowing,your innermost strength prevails,as it's meant.
A natural born alchemist.
Whatever negative you go through,makes you more powerful.
You are not normal.
You are an unrecognisable sentient.
But in their brain,you are nothing,
merely a meagre lowly crumb.
To step...
No intention is valued.
Your resilience is incredible,like "Duracell" you continue,and continue and continue and never ends.
In their peeon heads,they think by their continuous attacks on you,it will create descent. Not knowing,your innermost strength prevails,as it's meant.
A natural born alchemist.
Whatever negative you go through,makes you more powerful.
You are not normal.
You are an unrecognisable sentient.
But in their brain,you are nothing,
merely a meagre lowly crumb.
To step...
#faith
#spiritual
#magic #sacrifice
#magic #sacrifice
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God
God shot a heart shaped arrow
through my heart beating blood red
trickles down and
Shoots out
into spurts
And it hurts and its all
that I think about now.
Cuz God shouted loud across
the province and casted doubt in the forest
of fairies and
let me down
when I needed their stories most
but wish not
want not
I'm just glad I'm not
making things up
through my heart beating blood red
trickles down and
Shoots out
into spurts
And it hurts and its all
that I think about now.
Cuz God shouted loud across
the province and casted doubt in the forest
of fairies and
let me down
when I needed their stories most
but wish not
want not
I'm just glad I'm not
making things up
#religion
#devil
#magic
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First Snowfall
Snow.
An absolutely peaceful fall.
A magic white blanket drapes
the bland, brown haggard world.
Monstrous barren branches,
now possess sugary enhancements.
The speed and swirl.
Stark, the unblemished street,
glimmers the palest pearl.
Is snow just flaked ashes
of ornately discarded dreams?
As the frozen moon, has a say,
haunting the storm with the most
angelic phosphorescent beams.
A peaceful enthrall to those who fall......
An absolutely peaceful fall.
A magic white blanket drapes
the bland, brown haggard world.
Monstrous barren branches,
now possess sugary enhancements.
The speed and swirl.
Stark, the unblemished street,
glimmers the palest pearl.
Is snow just flaked ashes
of ornately discarded dreams?
As the frozen moon, has a say,
haunting the storm with the most
angelic phosphorescent beams.
A peaceful enthrall to those who fall......
#snow
#magic
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I Dwell in You
I sit upon no high place
yet I can answer your prayers.
Write them upon my tongue
with the ink of your pulsating body.
Your taste is on the water
and I, a river of lust not easily dammed,
want you.
I crawl from the cracks
of your imagination.
Raining down upon you
a flood of desire.
Left wet with anticipation
I come to you.
Feel me.
Amidst the slippery collisions
of fire and passion,
let me in.
Descending to the
all or nothing.
I will not be sacrificed
upon any...
yet I can answer your prayers.
Write them upon my tongue
with the ink of your pulsating body.
Your taste is on the water
and I, a river of lust not easily dammed,
want you.
I crawl from the cracks
of your imagination.
Raining down upon you
a flood of desire.
Left wet with anticipation
I come to you.
Feel me.
Amidst the slippery collisions
of fire and passion,
let me in.
Descending to the
all or nothing.
I will not be sacrificed
upon any...
#lust
#dark
#erotic #magic
#erotic #magic
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Twice Untitled
What gets in the way of your knowing?
What meditative state do you pursue?
A blueprint without an assignment.
What purpose are WE to you?
©SukiSushiCrown.29-12-2023
What meditative state do you pursue?
A blueprint without an assignment.
What purpose are WE to you?
©SukiSushiCrown.29-12-2023
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #magic
#TruthOfLife #magic
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Falling words
Her words fell from the sky
Feather soft from distant thunder
They spoke sunlight into the rain
Emptiness burnt asunder
Energies just out of reach
Thoughts lingering beyond touch
A spirit never to be grasped
Still somehow felt so much
A silent longing screams
Heard only by sacred souls
Angels contend for the bells
Demons still quiet the tolls
The secret lies on scrolls
Etched upon hearts of the blue
Her words fell into the space
Where nothing survives unless true
Feather soft from distant thunder
They spoke sunlight into the rain
Emptiness burnt asunder
Energies just out of reach
Thoughts lingering beyond touch
A spirit never to be grasped
Still somehow felt so much
A silent longing screams
Heard only by sacred souls
Angels contend for the bells
Demons still quiet the tolls
The secret lies on scrolls
Etched upon hearts of the blue
Her words fell into the space
Where nothing survives unless true
#love
#spiritual
#magic #emotions
#magic #emotions
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We Transcend
The rune stones rattling
in the disruption of spatial harmonies.
Speaking your presence on
the soul’s wind.
The teeth of resolve grinding
against my lust.
I breathe in stardust exhaling
constellations in your honor.
Bending light to enhance your shadows.
Kissing the dark edges of
complicated desires.
Swimming in the blackness
of your magic.
Fascinations of afar
collide in the dreamscape of
deep passion.
Making love on the wings of angels
in the firelight of demons.
We transcend.
in the disruption of spatial harmonies.
Speaking your presence on
the soul’s wind.
The teeth of resolve grinding
against my lust.
I breathe in stardust exhaling
constellations in your honor.
Bending light to enhance your shadows.
Kissing the dark edges of
complicated desires.
Swimming in the blackness
of your magic.
Fascinations of afar
collide in the dreamscape of
deep passion.
Making love on the wings of angels
in the firelight of demons.
We transcend.
#love
#dreams
#magic
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Perhaps Absurd
Sacred chanting of secret words.
Tracing the contours upon your skin.
Forgotten memories perhaps absurd.
Fulfilling pleasures is not a sin.
Writing visuals to your mind's eye.
As I am touching you between the lines.
Chase the sensation no reason why.
Follow me with your hands, see what you find.
Some unknown cleric or simple guide.
Sojourner of the heart a poet's path.
Look outside of the box then feel inside.
Use your imagination and make it last.
Beyond the walls or bedrooms your spirit soars.
Thrusting into...
Tracing the contours upon your skin.
Forgotten memories perhaps absurd.
Fulfilling pleasures is not a sin.
Writing visuals to your mind's eye.
As I am touching you between the lines.
Chase the sensation no reason why.
Follow me with your hands, see what you find.
Some unknown cleric or simple guide.
Sojourner of the heart a poet's path.
Look outside of the box then feel inside.
Use your imagination and make it last.
Beyond the walls or bedrooms your spirit soars.
Thrusting into...
#dreams
#magic
#sensual
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A Secret Word
when the world is quiet it gives back if you know the magic word
The word is whispers
On the breeze while first snows
Sprinkle once green grass,
Now the earth is white,
Leaves are like angel flakes
Adorned in ice robes,
The wind bares the word
Of the ice giant Jotun,
Speaking "wolf" to moon,
When the wolf howls
He causes access to stars,
Twinkling your wishes.
The word is whispers
On the breeze while first snows
Sprinkle once green grass,
Now the earth is white,
Leaves are like angel flakes
Adorned in ice robes,
The wind bares the word
Of the ice giant Jotun,
Speaking "wolf" to moon,
When the wolf howls
He causes access to stars,
Twinkling your wishes.
#monsters
#mythology
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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origins of psychosexual creation
From the meager offerings
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
#erotic
#BDSM
#spiritual
#magic
#Halloween
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The Seelie Court
Haunted
my home gives way to
sprinkles of footsteps
frozen in plain midstep
distance
On tonight,
the likes of the
Silver Moon
may give length
to the backs of beasts
that flood corners of
h i d d e n
e n t r a n c e s
My heart!
I'm entranced
the geasa grips
the elf-shot
which was no doubt dipped
in little pin-prick
pinch marks
I'm convinced
that Sprites of
The Seelie Court
are
circling my bed
With prose of the like
I'm ne'er to...
my home gives way to
sprinkles of footsteps
frozen in plain midstep
distance
On tonight,
the likes of the
Silver Moon
may give length
to the backs of beasts
that flood corners of
h i d d e n
e n t r a n c e s
My heart!
I'm entranced
the geasa grips
the elf-shot
which was no doubt dipped
in little pin-prick
pinch marks
I'm convinced
that Sprites of
The Seelie Court
are
circling my bed
With prose of the like
I'm ne'er to...
#fairies
#magic
#curse
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DU Poetry : Poems About Magic Seeking Friendly Advice