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.
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Smudging Under The Influence
Three witches run through the dark
One is drunk
One is cocky
One can’t see a fucking thing
One is drunk
One is cocky
One can’t see a fucking thing
#night
#funny
#witches
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Bewitched
i Love a witch
i love a witch, yes, i do
i am forever damned
She turned me to a scarecrow
She is not evil
Its a women in view
But her magic is such
So eerie !!!: i don't have a clue
I was a real human
Hot blood ran in me
I have become a dummy
On my head stands a black crow
I am really bewitched
Her eyes give a spelling beam
Each time i...
i love a witch, yes, i do
i am forever damned
She turned me to a scarecrow
She is not evil
Its a women in view
But her magic is such
So eerie !!!: i don't have a clue
I was a real human
Hot blood ran in me
I have become a dummy
On my head stands a black crow
I am really bewitched
Her eyes give a spelling beam
Each time i...
#witches
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The Shack in the Woods
A little boy wondered into the green woods
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
#Easter
#scary
#witches
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The Bleed
The Bleed
Step into those spaces
laced with the blood of your mother,
your kin, give in,
turn back that split, red skirt
and edge the landscape
left as hushed secrets,
blown wide like a shadow
stained on your face.
We all face
our shadow side
from time to time.
The size of its body
is never seen,
only dreamed into being
in your womb when the Moon
whips its cycle into seeing
the witches rich divine -
otherwise denied.
We are nicotiana,
hesperis,...
Step into those spaces
laced with the blood of your mother,
your kin, give in,
turn back that split, red skirt
and edge the landscape
left as hushed secrets,
blown wide like a shadow
stained on your face.
We all face
our shadow side
from time to time.
The size of its body
is never seen,
only dreamed into being
in your womb when the Moon
whips its cycle into seeing
the witches rich divine -
otherwise denied.
We are nicotiana,
hesperis,...
#women
#witches
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THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
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No Deity Dare Break Us
We’ll haunt this home
With memories of love
No deity dare break us
Or rattle our bones
Our breath still lingers
Where we traced our fingers
Over shuttered windows
With a cryptic message
You can’t smudge us away
Our passion burns every day
Stoking up weary flames
In the crumbling fireplace
Lo’ this home we’ve claimed
With an infinite embrace
So when you leave, remember
Leave the light on, forever
With Love,
Dearly Departed
With memories of love
No deity dare break us
Or rattle our bones
Our breath still lingers
Where we traced our fingers
Over shuttered windows
With a cryptic message
You can’t smudge us away
Our passion burns every day
Stoking up weary flames
In the crumbling fireplace
Lo’ this home we’ve claimed
With an infinite embrace
So when you leave, remember
Leave the light on, forever
With Love,
Dearly Departed
#ghosts
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
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Standing at the gates of Hell
Your house sits on Mount Hermon.
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young...
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young...
#lust
#dark
#angels
#hell
#witches
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Wicca!
My babuska was a witch
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
#childhood
#Easter
#memories
#myself
#witches
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blessed be
the darkness has a voice
a thousand thundering thoughts
a communal pool of knowledge
it utters wisdom in form of riddles
if you don't know the code you won't get in
tricksters of the way will lead you astray
I stand on the cornerstone of belief and enter
it is with a solemn vow on my lips I speak
in the dark there are passages
great tomes of truth
wield properly I can accomplish anything
I seek the keeper of visions
to scry the future for me
I watch my step in his presence
he is keen on my energy
and...
a thousand thundering thoughts
a communal pool of knowledge
it utters wisdom in form of riddles
if you don't know the code you won't get in
tricksters of the way will lead you astray
I stand on the cornerstone of belief and enter
it is with a solemn vow on my lips I speak
in the dark there are passages
great tomes of truth
wield properly I can accomplish anything
I seek the keeper of visions
to scry the future for me
I watch my step in his presence
he is keen on my energy
and...
#pagan
#witches
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Suede Heel Noir: Naughty In Stilettos
Suede Heel Noir: Naughty In Stilettos
One rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress. I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No, but I sure wish I’d met you before that jerk of a guy I was with before. How come I never met a guy like you who is willing to give a girl, a total...
One rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress. I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No, but I sure wish I’d met you before that jerk of a guy I was with before. How come I never met a guy like you who is willing to give a girl, a total...
#romantic
#erotic
#sensual
#witches
#seductive
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A Book That Has Lost It's Cover
The making of two...The splitting of one. Gains of grandeur, poignant pain, evoking keen sense of sadness, regret, broken heart & loss...Choking on broken promises of dreams pasted. Prisoner of shattered memories entrapped in mind. Over thinking & blame, the pointing dirty finger a coward of tattle, unraveling of oneself. Ruins of rumble, a casualty on a battlefield, a love war zone of one's heart & soul. Macabre, plan played, a deceitful misleading of truths veil from the mouths who uttered such words. Living daily, there moral code of practice. Novice is the ignorance role push...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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lively death
out of place
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
#love
#vampires
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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