Long Poems About Witches
#witches
Long poems about witches. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 12:29pm
25th Jan 2024 12:29pm
As Above, So Below
The morning glaring sun, cast a glazing sheen on the traffic wet road
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
#witches
#GenderDysphoria
158 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 9:07pm
10th Dec 2023 9:07pm
The Act Of Engaging Elphaba (West) Nessarose (East)
You may need encouragement when the garment of your vile is lifted
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
#war
#spiritual
#witches #evil
#witches #evil
275 reads
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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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Sep 2023 5:31am
10th Sep 2023 5:31am
The Hunting Of Tituba (Part I, II, III, IV)
The Haunting Of Tituba
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine ...
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine ...
#witches
#dark
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 9:46pm
7th Aug 2023 9:46pm
The Harlot of Hadrian's Wood
The lovers danced gaily through the forest as if it was Arden, or as if they were sprites of Greek myth, pale-limbed and without care. She wore a pale pink halter top and denim cutoffs that showed off her thick, rounded thighs. She was large and pink-cheeked but packed with a ruddy vigour and Rubenesque sturdiness that appealed to some men. In what would once have been called the first flower of her womanhood, she'd grown from a homely girl picked first for hockey sticks but last for dances to a confident, flame-haired young adult.
He was skinny and gangling and with a few...
He was skinny and gangling and with a few...
#murder
#violence
#mystery #witches
#mystery #witches
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
360 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 7:17pm
2nd May 2023 7:17pm
Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch
- Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch -
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
#identity
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#transgender
#witches
217 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th Apr 2023 2:36am
16th Apr 2023 2:36am
Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Scarlet Star
- Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Scarlet Star -
It was in early autumn, on a foggy London day if ever there was one, when I was attempting without any real or proper success to tidy up ever so slightly the living space of my dear friend and partner in the business of detection, mister Sherlock Holmes. He sat glumly in his favorite chair, staring out of the window that overlooked the street below, smoking his pipe and muttering things to himself that were just out of my hearing range. “Leave those papers there, Watson!” he suddenly exclaimed, and I felt a slight amazement...
It was in early autumn, on a foggy London day if ever there was one, when I was attempting without any real or proper success to tidy up ever so slightly the living space of my dear friend and partner in the business of detection, mister Sherlock Holmes. He sat glumly in his favorite chair, staring out of the window that overlooked the street below, smoking his pipe and muttering things to himself that were just out of my hearing range. “Leave those papers there, Watson!” he suddenly exclaimed, and I felt a slight amazement...
#dark
#murder
#mystery
#witches
#symbolism
258 reads
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 8:24pm
30th Mar 2023 8:24pm
INSIDE THE WITCH'S LAIR - Part Two
#erotic
#BDSM
#stars #witches
#stars #witches
313 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 1:51pm
19th Mar 2023 1:51pm
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
230 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
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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