Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 12:17pm
25th Dec 2024 12:17pm
A Gift
Good Morning to each of you. I went to bed last night without any gifts under the tree.
I woke up this morning and there were a whole bunch of gifts waiting to be opened.
The power of magic if you believe in something.
As I approached each gift, I realized that every gift was from all of you.
You all are the gifts that were under my tree.
Everyone of you have made me shine since arriving here in January 2024.
The power of words, praise and feedback truly is something magical & real.
I wish all of you at DUP a Happy Holiday and Happy New Year.
I woke up this morning and there were a whole bunch of gifts waiting to be opened.
The power of magic if you believe in something.
As I approached each gift, I realized that every gift was from all of you.
You all are the gifts that were under my tree.
Everyone of you have made me shine since arriving here in January 2024.
The power of words, praise and feedback truly is something magical & real.
I wish all of you at DUP a Happy Holiday and Happy New Year.
#friendship
#happiness
#love
#magic
#support
95 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:28pm
11th Dec 2024 7:28pm
Some Nursery Rhymes For You
#dirty
#fiction
#magic
#rhyming
#sex
124 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 11:14am
11th Dec 2024 11:14am
~the du alchemist
viz the du alchemist
#admiration
#friendship
#love
#magic
#WritingPoetry
240 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
Unwitched
Ablaze bewitching conjurers dance.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
#curse
#fire
#magic
#pagan
#witches
99 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
Incantations
Veiled, she sweeps back into view.
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
#magic
#pagan
233 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
Meditrinalia
#lover
#magic
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
201 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:09am
2nd Dec 2024 9:09am
Bring me the All Fathers eye(s)
Kiddo
Grammatically correct or not
These eyes gaze
over countless moons
Grammatically correct or not
These eyes gaze
over countless moons
#love
#magic
78 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:04pm
23rd Nov 2024 2:04pm
malevolent
slipping in to the other world
I take a look around
peering into the souls of the restless
with intentions of reading their intent
malevolence or benevolent
I give the mischief makers free passage back the way they came
purifying my thoughts, I open my mind
inviting well intended spirits to approach
listening intently, I judge
sometimes not by word but feeling
they are all very polite
with exception, they know me
some come curses ready
slip the vexation, I will not submit
sublime feeling on the ether ...
I take a look around
peering into the souls of the restless
with intentions of reading their intent
malevolence or benevolent
I give the mischief makers free passage back the way they came
purifying my thoughts, I open my mind
inviting well intended spirits to approach
listening intently, I judge
sometimes not by word but feeling
they are all very polite
with exception, they know me
some come curses ready
slip the vexation, I will not submit
sublime feeling on the ether ...
#magic
130 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 10:58pm
17th Nov 2024 10:58pm
bittrersweet melody
bittersweet melody, sings inside me
lilting quietly, I sway with it
my sacred art, I feel too much
sanity in a lie, others appreciate this
intensity in a smile
painfully kept in
gentle hurt, when my deep need, is met with rejection
misfit of fate, when I come upon one like me
beautiful day, I have met such a kismet soul
only problem is, we ignite
touching darkness, disturbs my thougjts
tender feeling, being understood
I see her sometimes
coming together without carnage
the two of us together...
lilting quietly, I sway with it
my sacred art, I feel too much
sanity in a lie, others appreciate this
intensity in a smile
painfully kept in
gentle hurt, when my deep need, is met with rejection
misfit of fate, when I come upon one like me
beautiful day, I have met such a kismet soul
only problem is, we ignite
touching darkness, disturbs my thougjts
tender feeling, being understood
I see her sometimes
coming together without carnage
the two of us together...
#love
#magic
98 reads
2 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
On slicing a Kiwi Fruit
Like cracking a pebble and finding a fossil —
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
#childhood
#fairies
#food #magic
#food #magic
91 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
Broken-record
I.
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
#magic
#pagan
#universe #witches
#universe #witches
461 reads
24 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
The Truth Fairy
Under the pillow, a tooth was placed.
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
#childhood
#fairies
#magic
#memories
#philosophical
224 reads
8 Comments
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