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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 9:21pm
14th Dec 2024 9:21pm
NO TURNING BACK
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. As a writer of unspoken words, yet here and now I find myself just lost. For what I wanna say about how I feel, and what I have been thinking, about for sometime now. ⌚ For sure it goes much deeper than deep into, the underground of insanity and madness, that will cut like a double edge sword ⚔️ dripping blood to the ground 😞 of a dead empty soul. 😧 YET I once said that I don't wanna go back, to where I've been before living, in a state 😞 of mind games and illusions of things, from the...
#vampires
#werewolves
#witches #zombies
#witches #zombies
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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
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 8:25am
1st Dec 2024 8:25am
WHAT IF IT WAS ALL A LIE
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️.
What if it was all a
lie, to have the ones that believe there is things, behind the curtains that you can't see 👁️👁️ the real, deepness of the truth about what is happening in real time. ⌚ For sure what if Biden, has put into place a plan to destroy the world 🌎 That has been change by the powers that be 🤨 to have us all not believe what we really see. AS long as we continue to wear the blinders, covering our own eyes and closing off our mind to...
What if it was all a
lie, to have the ones that believe there is things, behind the curtains that you can't see 👁️👁️ the real, deepness of the truth about what is happening in real time. ⌚ For sure what if Biden, has put into place a plan to destroy the world 🌎 That has been change by the powers that be 🤨 to have us all not believe what we really see. AS long as we continue to wear the blinders, covering our own eyes and closing off our mind to...
#monsters
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#vampires
#witches
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DrunkenWolf
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 00:54am
24th Nov 2024 00:54am
Once Before
Laying naked by black river sides,
Visions of insanity coming by
Cascading off the walls
Dirty witch on down the halls,
Spinning in silent might
She sees in eyeless sight
Electricity that can’t be seen,
Liquid light burning
Hidden in the night,
Prop me up,
Lo do I say
I am the mountain,
My greatest story’s up for sale,
I am the Mountain,
Rushing down
Along the dark side of the hills,
Find the sleeping suns
I am empty now plus one,
Oh breathless morn
I know you were with me once before,
...
Visions of insanity coming by
Cascading off the walls
Dirty witch on down the halls,
Spinning in silent might
She sees in eyeless sight
Electricity that can’t be seen,
Liquid light burning
Hidden in the night,
Prop me up,
Lo do I say
I am the mountain,
My greatest story’s up for sale,
I am the Mountain,
Rushing down
Along the dark side of the hills,
Find the sleeping suns
I am empty now plus one,
Oh breathless morn
I know you were with me once before,
...
#gothic
#SelfDiscovery
#witches
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:25pm
15th Nov 2024 6:25pm
witchy
witchiness provoked, I invoke the rite
conjuring on the winds pureness of faith
sanctify the feeling and bring it to fruition
a love so strong, let it be powerful
sanctuary, from insanity in his arms
the feelings mutual and understood
are sacred let no trespassers in
sanctify the ritual, I perform
tasting of sex and divinity
flesh of flesh, bone and blood
enters the elements, and the energy is blessed
the motives behind my smile, good
do no harm
favored woman, in all realms
humbly requests, a vow ...
conjuring on the winds pureness of faith
sanctify the feeling and bring it to fruition
a love so strong, let it be powerful
sanctuary, from insanity in his arms
the feelings mutual and understood
are sacred let no trespassers in
sanctify the ritual, I perform
tasting of sex and divinity
flesh of flesh, bone and blood
enters the elements, and the energy is blessed
the motives behind my smile, good
do no harm
favored woman, in all realms
humbly requests, a vow ...
#love
#witches
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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
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PAR
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 5:23pm
13th Nov 2024 5:23pm
Mermaid Self Spells
Morgana and Medusa are two teenage mermaids,
with their beautiful fluffy hair and shiny scales,
venturing into the vast, icy world of Antarctica.
They love taking selfies everywhere they visit;
whether on the edge of a very high iceberg,
in a pile of snow newly formed by the storm
or in front of a colony of curious penguins.
With their small waterproof devices,
they capture every moment of adventures.
Morgana, with her irreverent way,
loves to pose enchanted,
while Medusa, more introspective,
prefers to capture the natural...
with their beautiful fluffy hair and shiny scales,
venturing into the vast, icy world of Antarctica.
They love taking selfies everywhere they visit;
whether on the edge of a very high iceberg,
in a pile of snow newly formed by the storm
or in front of a colony of curious penguins.
With their small waterproof devices,
they capture every moment of adventures.
Morgana, with her irreverent way,
loves to pose enchanted,
while Medusa, more introspective,
prefers to capture the natural...
#funny
#mermaids
#music
#sea
#witches
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
Tourniquet - with Crimsin
With extracts of the occults alchemy
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#witches
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 12:24pm
4th Nov 2024 12:24pm
Whorehouse Music
The carriage pulled up outside a gabled house with bars on the upper windows, below a full moon beaming light on the scene as if it was a stage play. A small, stout man in restrained courtly dress emerged from the carriage, pursued by a younger man in full royal regalia, sleeves slashed to reveal silk lining the colour of green jade, thick hair greased and waved in the modern style.
They were met at the door of the establishment by a madam whose wrinkled skin and flat chest were supported by shimmering black lace. The stout man found her attractive for what he perceived as her grit...
They were met at the door of the establishment by a madam whose wrinkled skin and flat chest were supported by shimmering black lace. The stout man found her attractive for what he perceived as her grit...
#horror
#ShortStory
#werewolves #witches
#werewolves #witches
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4 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 7:49pm
31st Oct 2024 7:49pm
Jack-o-Lantern
🎃 ALL HALLOWS EVE 🎃:
🎃 HALLOWEEN!!! 🎃
The glow of the
jack-o-lantern
glow is so bright,
warding off evil
spirits, on
all hallows eve night.
On this creepy, and
spooky Halloween,
Ghost, and Gobblins
are found and seen,
Werewolves, Witches and
Vampires
are everywhere,
Creatures are on the prow
without a care.
Looking and Searching
for people in sight,
On a spooky and frightful
ALL HALLOWS EVE NIGHT!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/5/2024
🎃 HALLOWEEN!!! 🎃
The glow of the
jack-o-lantern
glow is so bright,
warding off evil
spirits, on
all hallows eve night.
On this creepy, and
spooky Halloween,
Ghost, and Gobblins
are found and seen,
Werewolves, Witches and
Vampires
are everywhere,
Creatures are on the prow
without a care.
Looking and Searching
for people in sight,
On a spooky and frightful
ALL HALLOWS EVE NIGHT!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/5/2024
#Halloween
#horror
#scary
#vampires
#witches
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
Witch
I think that I'd have been happy
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
#Halloween
#historical
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 3:02am
31st Oct 2024 3:02am
Heavy
feeling the moment I sigh it's so heavy
picking it up I feel the deep need concealed inside
dragging me down into it
I allow myself to fall
touching the air around me
disturbing the howling silence
it is livid with the feeling
arousing my senses I feel a cut
the smell of copper pennies on the winds
lulls me to a place of black occult love
need overcomes my voice of reason
there is a witchy itch on the night's mind
he will seduce his choice of maidens
secrets of a coven are kept
no tongues to wag ...
picking it up I feel the deep need concealed inside
dragging me down into it
I allow myself to fall
touching the air around me
disturbing the howling silence
it is livid with the feeling
arousing my senses I feel a cut
the smell of copper pennies on the winds
lulls me to a place of black occult love
need overcomes my voice of reason
there is a witchy itch on the night's mind
he will seduce his choice of maidens
secrets of a coven are kept
no tongues to wag ...
#love
#witches
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