Poems About Witches Seeking Friendly Advice
#witches
Poems about witches seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 12:02pm
9th Apr 2025 12:02pm
180 barrels
180 barrels
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much shit; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on...
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much shit; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on...
#aliens
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#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
222 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
169 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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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
passing years anf Google
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#God
#witches
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
Nora
A witch
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#surreal
#witches
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0 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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DevilsChild
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 8:53am
27th Oct 2024 8:53am
XoXoWitchXoXo
I’m in love with a witch
wears all black
with an upside-down crucifix
has a phat ass and big tits
all my friends are jealous
they call her my gothic girlfriend
but she is so much more than that
with hazel eyes
she sees right through my soul
if I didn’t know better
I’d say she put a spell on me
It’s weeks she makes me beg
but on that glorious day
she said –“don’t fuck me over
or I’ll curse you”
right before pulling out my cock
and sucking me off
everyday after I would send her songs
love poems and...
wears all black
with an upside-down crucifix
has a phat ass and big tits
all my friends are jealous
they call her my gothic girlfriend
but she is so much more than that
with hazel eyes
she sees right through my soul
if I didn’t know better
I’d say she put a spell on me
It’s weeks she makes me beg
but on that glorious day
she said –“don’t fuck me over
or I’ll curse you”
right before pulling out my cock
and sucking me off
everyday after I would send her songs
love poems and...
#Halloween
#UnrequitedLove
#witches
196 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:05pm
26th Oct 2024 4:05pm
Night Of The Witches
Wicked
witches
wove
Dark
magic,
potions,
and
spells
Scary
Halloween!
by Jemia
witches
wove
Dark
magic,
potions,
and
spells
Scary
Halloween!
by Jemia
#Halloween
#magic
#witches
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
#ghosts
#witches
239 reads
10 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
Midnight In The Park
The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
#funny
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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Everavalon
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 2:23pm
28th Sep 2024 2:23pm
The Salem eleven
Round the table
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine...
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine...
#dark
#Halloween
#witches
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