Poems About Witches Seeking Friendly Advice
#witches
Poems about witches seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Black Rain

#BDSM
#dark
#erotic
#ShortStory
#witches
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Echoing Myths - with Mel44
Ebbing twilight of souls, gods, and monsters
the banshee’s scream echoing myths
roaming the Irish countryside
a supernatural songstress
wailing an omen of doom
hovering, floating, like a mist
gliding over the thatched cottages
where the aroma of Stobhach lingers
a foretelling for the dying
lamenting anguish
releasing a sonic scream
eclipsing whisperings of the heart
the inhumane amplitude of fatality
shattering the winter’s glass of ice
an eeriness of imminent demise
forged by the banshee’s song
mournful melodies ...
the banshee’s scream echoing myths
roaming the Irish countryside
a supernatural songstress
wailing an omen of doom
hovering, floating, like a mist
gliding over the thatched cottages
where the aroma of Stobhach lingers
a foretelling for the dying
lamenting anguish
releasing a sonic scream
eclipsing whisperings of the heart
the inhumane amplitude of fatality
shattering the winter’s glass of ice
an eeriness of imminent demise
forged by the banshee’s song
mournful melodies ...
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts #witches
#ghosts #witches
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2 Comments
My Memoir Grimoire
Letters steadily seep from my pen
soul kissed, finding their sacred spot
casting spells with words
soaking each page with creation
mating with paper for life
My mind, the sun
often so bright I don't
see the words as they come
they spill, blindly
determined to burn alive
At other times
my mind's shadow
howls at the moon
baring its sharp teeth
with every bitten word
scaring my fingers
Each breath, a second of time
spreading to all four corners
of my favorite pages
addicted to the...
soul kissed, finding their sacred spot
casting spells with words
soaking each page with creation
mating with paper for life
My mind, the sun
often so bright I don't
see the words as they come
they spill, blindly
determined to burn alive
At other times
my mind's shadow
howls at the moon
baring its sharp teeth
with every bitten word
scaring my fingers
Each breath, a second of time
spreading to all four corners
of my favorite pages
addicted to the...
#books
#witches
#WritingPoetry
528 reads
41 Comments
Be Witching Ye Crones.
Be witching ye crones
for I've a mind to raise some dead,
and dance rattling old bones
beneath lamps made from boiled dead heads.
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!
Fly off men, you succubus hags,
let us make the grave to yawn,
and vomit up some tattered rag
engraved before their dead-day dawn.
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!
To undead from rotting corpse
magicked by our...
for I've a mind to raise some dead,
and dance rattling old bones
beneath lamps made from boiled dead heads.
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!
Fly off men, you succubus hags,
let us make the grave to yawn,
and vomit up some tattered rag
engraved before their dead-day dawn.
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!
To undead from rotting corpse
magicked by our...
#Halloween
#witches
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2 Comments
Diablerie
The coven wade through depths of ruin
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast ...
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast ...
#Halloween
#witches
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5 Comments
Bewitched!
Written in red ink
The colour of blood
Words bleed
Like a flashflood
The red ink
Follows the blue veined paper
The page begins to fill with words
Witches, dragons, fairies
Fill my house
Mermaids, unicorns, and an inquisitive mouse
The mouse, hadn't always been a mouse
She had once been young Janice
From next door
Who had overheard witches
Talking of magic, and folk lore
One of the witches, picked up her smell
And instantly placed Janice, under a spell
I understand her mousey squeaks, very well
Because...
The colour of blood
Words bleed
Like a flashflood
The red ink
Follows the blue veined paper
The page begins to fill with words
Witches, dragons, fairies
Fill my house
Mermaids, unicorns, and an inquisitive mouse
The mouse, hadn't always been a mouse
She had once been young Janice
From next door
Who had overheard witches
Talking of magic, and folk lore
One of the witches, picked up her smell
And instantly placed Janice, under a spell
I understand her mousey squeaks, very well
Because...
#curse
#funny
#witches
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witch by moonlight
she came
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
#dance
#freedom
#night #witches
#night #witches
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10 Comments
Prayer To My Dream
Dear Dream,
Please fill me up with your truth, and nothing but a truth
Wash over me like a starlit ocean
Imbibing me with magnitudes of colours and shapes
Life sustaining patterns
Unknown constellations
Decode my life like it’s a mystery worth living
In return, I tell you my secrets
With each passing night
As we get closer and closer
Until we become One
Waking… each other to Life.
Please fill me up with your truth, and nothing but a truth
Wash over me like a starlit ocean
Imbibing me with magnitudes of colours and shapes
Life sustaining patterns
Unknown constellations
Decode my life like it’s a mystery worth living
In return, I tell you my secrets
With each passing night
As we get closer and closer
Until we become One
Waking… each other to Life.
#dreams
#healing
#spiritual
#wisdom
#witches
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Whispering of Covens - with Grace
Willows whispering of the covens and tea
weeping the winds with nature's homily
puffing off the heretics with pharmacy
glimmering in show a chalice of chablis
winds talking to me in sensibility
spending minutes holding perfection
only for a while and then letting go
blankets of blue from mountain tops
every lasting poem spoken
in silky taste of Cabernet Sauvignon
weeping the winds with nature's homily
puffing off the heretics with pharmacy
glimmering in show a chalice of chablis
winds talking to me in sensibility
spending minutes holding perfection
only for a while and then letting go
blankets of blue from mountain tops
every lasting poem spoken
in silky taste of Cabernet Sauvignon
#collaboration
#spiritual
#witches #WritingPoetry
#witches #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
Abyss Of A Vampire’s Touch
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina pulled the BMW around the circular driveway. She rested the engine and withdrew the key. She opened the door and pushed it close. She hurried around the front of the vehicle to the passenger side. She opened the door.
Mordecai opened the door. He flashed over to the vehicle.
“I don’t know what happened.”
Mordecai did not acknowledge Naynina’s presence. He lifted Dracon’s body from out the SUV and hauled his body over his shoulder. His presence moved at...
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina pulled the BMW around the circular driveway. She rested the engine and withdrew the key. She opened the door and pushed it close. She hurried around the front of the vehicle to the passenger side. She opened the door.
Mordecai opened the door. He flashed over to the vehicle.
“I don’t know what happened.”
Mordecai did not acknowledge Naynina’s presence. He lifted Dracon’s body from out the SUV and hauled his body over his shoulder. His presence moved at...
#fairies
#memories
#vampires
#witches
#love
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3 Comments
A Witch reborn in the Night
A woman alone
seeking comfort in the dark
hoping to hide from the blight of her soul
instead discovering the purity of night
She once was young and full of light
a virgin trusting and naïve
until the world came crashing down
sanity buried deep beneath rape and incest
memories alive forever in her mind
Her heart grew cold
a blizzard that savaged her life
yet new desires grew from frozen ground
everything lost but serenity found
A whisper barely heard
above the pounding of her heart
"My sweet...
seeking comfort in the dark
hoping to hide from the blight of her soul
instead discovering the purity of night
She once was young and full of light
a virgin trusting and naïve
until the world came crashing down
sanity buried deep beneath rape and incest
memories alive forever in her mind
Her heart grew cold
a blizzard that savaged her life
yet new desires grew from frozen ground
everything lost but serenity found
A whisper barely heard
above the pounding of her heart
"My sweet...
#abuse
#love
#rebirth #witches
#rebirth #witches
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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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