Poems about Witches and Witchcraft
#witches
Poems about witches and witchcraft, here you'll find poetry about magic and spells. From Halloween poems about evil witches on broomsticks, to poetry about white witches and modern Wicca practices.
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:34am
21st Mar 2025 10:34am
Witch Love
#lust
#magic
#sex #witches
#sex #witches
129 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 6:21pm
19th Mar 2025 6:21pm
Mr. Zombie
grandstanding in fandom I rise to greet you
seeing the magic you twist
it blows like smoke in the fog
shadows dance and people writhe
in the stellar acid rain
rainbows flicker mushroom smiles
ingesting honesty it's righteous
bespelled by the music I dance
conjuring you from the stage
two witches meet
a sanitorium of metal
my cage felt I seethe
seeing the key inside you
your soul shimmers with darkness
suffer a witch not to live
so with the dark arts, I bless
lulling...
seeing the magic you twist
it blows like smoke in the fog
shadows dance and people writhe
in the stellar acid rain
rainbows flicker mushroom smiles
ingesting honesty it's righteous
bespelled by the music I dance
conjuring you from the stage
two witches meet
a sanitorium of metal
my cage felt I seethe
seeing the key inside you
your soul shimmers with darkness
suffer a witch not to live
so with the dark arts, I bless
lulling...
#love
#music
#witches
78 reads
9 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 4:12pm
17th Mar 2025 4:12pm
The Witch’s Flaming Ghost
Aimless; trying to focus;
find I’m wandering ether-bound
Breezy lyrics ever ringing—
music in my ears, it echoes all around
Nothing yet can free reminders
aching love & numbing loss.
See their fingers clawing, reaching, helpless
for the witch they burned & tossed
Hurt & anger seething fire-fuel
Sick that I’m the one let go
Though wings they took; Burned me gone!
Fuck, I’ll be their Ghost Flambeaux!
What’s that? Now my tonic you desire?
Now the witches brew you crave?
All that I have left to offer
are these...
find I’m wandering ether-bound
Breezy lyrics ever ringing—
music in my ears, it echoes all around
Nothing yet can free reminders
aching love & numbing loss.
See their fingers clawing, reaching, helpless
for the witch they burned & tossed
Hurt & anger seething fire-fuel
Sick that I’m the one let go
Though wings they took; Burned me gone!
Fuck, I’ll be their Ghost Flambeaux!
What’s that? Now my tonic you desire?
Now the witches brew you crave?
All that I have left to offer
are these...
#witches
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 00:11am
11th Mar 2025 00:11am
Greed
conflicted glory elevate your place so you can hold false visions
You think those riches are yours to keep
nah but thanks for collecting um
I'm spelling on the air
keep up if you dare follow
deep dimensional rifts
A Witches glory watch it ring true
There will be no exit Hectate
You might need to hesitate, sister of no value
corrupt is an idea
that you masturbate to
feed the Masters of Hell
Stygian witches stingy bitches where it counts
they claim they don't know your rottenness
A gate key, no tech...
You think those riches are yours to keep
nah but thanks for collecting um
I'm spelling on the air
keep up if you dare follow
deep dimensional rifts
A Witches glory watch it ring true
There will be no exit Hectate
You might need to hesitate, sister of no value
corrupt is an idea
that you masturbate to
feed the Masters of Hell
Stygian witches stingy bitches where it counts
they claim they don't know your rottenness
A gate key, no tech...
#curse
#witches
105 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:25am
24th Feb 2025 5:25am
The Cauldron
You see, I've always hated the word witch,
Shaman, medicine man I never really mind,
but healer now that rolls off the tongue,
sweet as honey, light as breath.
And yet, the record spins again,
Lana’s voice calling the Season of the Witch,
over and over, an old vinyl whisper,
crackling like firelight in the dark.
They all think they’re different—
but they’re all the same.
Just words shifting shape,
just names draped in different robes.
I used to dream of flying,
too bad I...
Shaman, medicine man I never really mind,
but healer now that rolls off the tongue,
sweet as honey, light as breath.
And yet, the record spins again,
Lana’s voice calling the Season of the Witch,
over and over, an old vinyl whisper,
crackling like firelight in the dark.
They all think they’re different—
but they’re all the same.
Just words shifting shape,
just names draped in different robes.
I used to dream of flying,
too bad I...
#dark
#gothic
#witches
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
Mirror Magic
(Verse 1)
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#horror
#witches
182 reads
2 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:53pm
15th Feb 2025 11:53pm
Blood On The Moon
(Verse 1
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
#dark
#witches
140 reads
7 Comments
TheMimoJimi
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 4:42pm
15th Feb 2025 4:42pm
The Sect
I've put your leader in his place
Without knowing
I was minding my own business
You saw me as a victim
And you saw me as a villain
I was at your place to hear some nice art
You came with the entire coven
Sang your songs to bring me out of balance
Using my thoughts against me
A shaming ritual
She danced in the crowd
Like a proud mischievous ballerina
After every act, she complimented them aloud
Your leader said "yeah, she is probably in a sect too"
Was her name Moira?
This...
Without knowing
I was minding my own business
You saw me as a victim
And you saw me as a villain
I was at your place to hear some nice art
You came with the entire coven
Sang your songs to bring me out of balance
Using my thoughts against me
A shaming ritual
She danced in the crowd
Like a proud mischievous ballerina
After every act, she complimented them aloud
Your leader said "yeah, she is probably in a sect too"
Was her name Moira?
This...
#witches
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 00:20am
13th Feb 2025 00:20am
vanquished
decrepit darkness, at my front door
with thoughts of lust and nothing more
insidious need, I fear, crept up
and I shew it away
inside the dusky, drool
cobwebbed and forgotten
slithering through the night
its mouth agape
a crone, spoke a spell against me
dark of day
bleak in hate
a turnkey and a latch
do not let this woman pass
secreted treachery, upon my bodice lain
sulking in the shadows resenting my beauty
its faith in the dark arts
it utter more enchantments
seek and search, upon...
with thoughts of lust and nothing more
insidious need, I fear, crept up
and I shew it away
inside the dusky, drool
cobwebbed and forgotten
slithering through the night
its mouth agape
a crone, spoke a spell against me
dark of day
bleak in hate
a turnkey and a latch
do not let this woman pass
secreted treachery, upon my bodice lain
sulking in the shadows resenting my beauty
its faith in the dark arts
it utter more enchantments
seek and search, upon...
#dark
#love
#lust #witches
#lust #witches
138 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
77 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 2:00am
5th Feb 2025 2:00am
witchery
jaded art speaks of violence
in my shadowy theater
creatures whose fangs glisten are listening
they hunger for the words that will release them
sit a spell and evoke danger
twist the desire it hesitates
waiting for what I'm unsure
valuable wisdom to be sure
secreting the blood lust
your horns show
nothing is as wicked
derelict of hope you go into the night
with a mission of intent
deadly sloth of necromancy
reanimating something you saw on t.v.
spill the need the tarmac is listening
a host of...
in my shadowy theater
creatures whose fangs glisten are listening
they hunger for the words that will release them
sit a spell and evoke danger
twist the desire it hesitates
waiting for what I'm unsure
valuable wisdom to be sure
secreting the blood lust
your horns show
nothing is as wicked
derelict of hope you go into the night
with a mission of intent
deadly sloth of necromancy
reanimating something you saw on t.v.
spill the need the tarmac is listening
a host of...
#dark
#witches
117 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 4:38am
27th Jan 2025 4:38am
so mote it be
weeping night, behold me
speaking things into being
a spell is on the air
let it ring true
truest of hearts, shine
bind the darkness, that threatens
raven's breast
and some essence of belladonna, to sweeten
please, bring him to me
entranced of vision
let it be love
honest affection, from deep within
midnight's need, hastens the magic
on the altar of hope, an offering
my ailment known
I got a feeling you know my pain
aching lust between two
nothing to be done for it
it just is ...
speaking things into being
a spell is on the air
let it ring true
truest of hearts, shine
bind the darkness, that threatens
raven's breast
and some essence of belladonna, to sweeten
please, bring him to me
entranced of vision
let it be love
honest affection, from deep within
midnight's need, hastens the magic
on the altar of hope, an offering
my ailment known
I got a feeling you know my pain
aching lust between two
nothing to be done for it
it just is ...
#love
#lust
#witches
95 reads
6 Comments
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