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
10th Apr 2024 9:51am
10th Apr 2024 9:51am
the Indian elephant
The Indian elephant
I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus
on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg
and sad clowns who know they are pathetic dance
one day, the elephant stopped the act, addressed
the public
why is it that the rich pay no tax but have a choice
of food to eat and do not help the poor
out of poverty
I, he said, pointing at himself, get paid green bananas
and stale bread. not good for my digestion
I blame the capitalist system,
When the authorities heard of this, they asked if
he...
I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus
on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg
and sad clowns who know they are pathetic dance
one day, the elephant stopped the act, addressed
the public
why is it that the rich pay no tax but have a choice
of food to eat and do not help the poor
out of poverty
I, he said, pointing at himself, get paid green bananas
and stale bread. not good for my digestion
I blame the capitalist system,
When the authorities heard of this, they asked if
he...
#vampires
#fairies
#witches
#werewolves
#mermaids
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:34am
24th Mar 2024 9:34am
Odessa
Odessa 1955
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
#God
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
#witches
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
Cocooned In Silk
One wild and wintry winter
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
#men
#monsters
#surreal
#witches
#curse
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missjem56
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 00:44am
8th Mar 2024 00:44am
The Silly Prince
The curious case of the farting witches
Who could only cast a spell
When they cast a smell
They cast horrible smells
On everyone they meet
Including
The king, queen, and their beautiful daughter
Who although the princess was very beautiful indeed
But because of the smell spell
No handsome prince
Would marry her
One prince did try
He even designed a special gas mask
Unfortunately
He kept fainting
As he'd forgotten
To put some way of breathing on his design
Silly prince.......
by Jemia
Who could only cast a spell
When they cast a smell
They cast horrible smells
On everyone they meet
Including
The king, queen, and their beautiful daughter
Who although the princess was very beautiful indeed
But because of the smell spell
No handsome prince
Would marry her
One prince did try
He even designed a special gas mask
Unfortunately
He kept fainting
As he'd forgotten
To put some way of breathing on his design
Silly prince.......
by Jemia
#satirical
#funny
#magic #witches
#magic #witches
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 7:52pm
2nd Mar 2024 7:52pm
the darkening mind
the darkening mind
When the sun had done its duty and the day cooled
it was time to go to the shops for food and a few
bottles of beer: this afternoon, I decided to walk
along the gulch, a scar in the landscape that led
to the road and saved about ten minutes of walking
time down at the bottom hot and in an unpleasant way
and held no promise of a cooling breeze
the ground was littered with dry twigs that crackled
like someone was walking on them
No birds were flying around, nor any insects
the gulch a scar of dead tissues where...
When the sun had done its duty and the day cooled
it was time to go to the shops for food and a few
bottles of beer: this afternoon, I decided to walk
along the gulch, a scar in the landscape that led
to the road and saved about ten minutes of walking
time down at the bottom hot and in an unpleasant way
and held no promise of a cooling breeze
the ground was littered with dry twigs that crackled
like someone was walking on them
No birds were flying around, nor any insects
the gulch a scar of dead tissues where...
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens #witches
#aliens #witches
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
#music
#haiku
#homelessness
#witches
#seductive
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 3:34pm
12th Jan 2024 3:34pm
the singer
The singer
Elvis was not dead he had been up the mountain
living on berries, playing hibernating with bears
and had become a vegan.
Elvis was now thin, his suit hanging like a haversack
in a ranch of starving horses
his suede shoes were too big, and his golden lame suit
hung loosely on his emaciated body.
Elvis decided to have a farewell concert and his voice
was the same Colonel Parker didn't think it was smart
Young people wanted to see other young people,
not an elderly gent, who could sing like Elvis.
Few people showed up...
Elvis was not dead he had been up the mountain
living on berries, playing hibernating with bears
and had become a vegan.
Elvis was now thin, his suit hanging like a haversack
in a ranch of starving horses
his suede shoes were too big, and his golden lame suit
hung loosely on his emaciated body.
Elvis decided to have a farewell concert and his voice
was the same Colonel Parker didn't think it was smart
Young people wanted to see other young people,
not an elderly gent, who could sing like Elvis.
Few people showed up...
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
#witches
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ViralFreak
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 7:49am
16th Dec 2023 7:49am
A Poet's Heart
When my time’s come I will not rest,
An angry spirit, forever quest.
Wandering the world, unseen, unfound,
Haunted echoes, a ghostly sound.
Through shadowed alleys and moonlit streets,
Seeking solace in the souls it meets.
Through desolate homes and abandoned halls,
Its presence felt, as darkness falls.
In whispered whispers, secrets unfold,
A melancholic tale, left untold.
A poet’s heart, with passion it burns,
As the world around it slowly learns.
To understand the anguish it conceals,
In...
An angry spirit, forever quest.
Wandering the world, unseen, unfound,
Haunted echoes, a ghostly sound.
Through shadowed alleys and moonlit streets,
Seeking solace in the souls it meets.
Through desolate homes and abandoned halls,
Its presence felt, as darkness falls.
In whispered whispers, secrets unfold,
A melancholic tale, left untold.
A poet’s heart, with passion it burns,
As the world around it slowly learns.
To understand the anguish it conceals,
In...
#devil
#ghosts
#witches
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 11:05am
1st Nov 2023 11:05am
The Goodwitch of the Stream, the Riverbed and Outlying Areas
Magnificent breaths!
My goodness she's impressive
St. John's wort and
everything else
shes significantly
captured
my essence
She washes the clothes of the pitiless
forsaken
carving
emotions
from the rock
she chose to beat
the colors
back
into action
with
with red dress
and feathered lace
her hair
flashes against it -
Haxxan
The cycle of the Moon goes by
Her eyes illuminate the room
I'm in.
Bless this old shipwrecked
mass of flaky...
My goodness she's impressive
St. John's wort and
everything else
shes significantly
captured
my essence
She washes the clothes of the pitiless
forsaken
carving
emotions
from the rock
she chose to beat
the colors
back
into action
with
with red dress
and feathered lace
her hair
flashes against it -
Haxxan
The cycle of the Moon goes by
Her eyes illuminate the room
I'm in.
Bless this old shipwrecked
mass of flaky...
#love
#sex
#witches
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missjem56
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 9:29pm
31st Oct 2023 9:29pm
A Wet Spell
The weather stole
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
#rain
#Halloween
#funny #witches
#funny #witches
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 6:25pm
23rd Oct 2023 6:25pm
As Darkness Falls
As I walk the path towards home,
daylight begins to fade,
dusk starts creeping in,
my decision not yet made.
I’ve been given an ultimatum,
of which I cannot decide,
become a powerful witch,
or leave those powers behind.
So many questions unanswered,
indecision fills my head,
will it be a witch’s life for me,
or an ordinary human instead.
daylight begins to fade,
dusk starts creeping in,
my decision not yet made.
I’ve been given an ultimatum,
of which I cannot decide,
become a powerful witch,
or leave those powers behind.
So many questions unanswered,
indecision fills my head,
will it be a witch’s life for me,
or an ordinary human instead.
#birds
#rhyming
#monsters
#witches
#choices
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