Poems About Witches by Top Critiquers
#witches
Poems about witches by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 11:49pm
6th Sep 2024 11:49pm
sauce of the malaise
sitting in the park eating
an egg sandwich, remembers, he says
in some distress,
that what he had asked for was
an egg and cress,
whilst what they had given him,
accidentally, I guess, was decidedly an
egg mayonnaise
an egg sandwich, remembers, he says
in some distress,
that what he had asked for was
an egg and cress,
whilst what they had given him,
accidentally, I guess, was decidedly an
egg mayonnaise
#witches
97 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th May 2024 7:27pm
29th May 2024 7:27pm
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
298 reads
3 Comments
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
212 reads
10 Comments
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
162 reads
0 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
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
192 reads
10 Comments
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
169 reads
4 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 8:24pm
3rd May 2024 8:24pm
Loreley
For hours I've been sitting on this rock
Where you wanted to meet me
In the afternoon hours, and now
The sky is already dressed for soiree
In all shades of orange, red and pink
Where are you, dear, when will you come?
A hundred times I've brushed my hair
A golden wave flowing to my hips
Soft and silken like the
Legendary golden fleece
Longing for your hands' gentle touch
Where are you, dear, when will you come?
I climbed up a steep path to this rock
Hi above the river Rhein
A wonderful viewpoint of the valley ...
Where you wanted to meet me
In the afternoon hours, and now
The sky is already dressed for soiree
In all shades of orange, red and pink
Where are you, dear, when will you come?
A hundred times I've brushed my hair
A golden wave flowing to my hips
Soft and silken like the
Legendary golden fleece
Longing for your hands' gentle touch
Where are you, dear, when will you come?
I climbed up a steep path to this rock
Hi above the river Rhein
A wonderful viewpoint of the valley ...
#mermaids
#witches
165 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 00:38am
22nd Sep 2024 00:38am
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
503 reads
41 Comments
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
333 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
39 reads
1 Comment
Lilliputian
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 10:00pm
8th Sep 2024 10:00pm
The Witch
Wrinkled figure, old cane in hand
Little kids knock on the door
A loud shriek echoes through the house
A sign to leave their friend behind
Safe in the dark, unlit oven, napping
To avoid waking the witch’s wrath
While shadows creep outside
Little kids knock on the door
A loud shriek echoes through the house
A sign to leave their friend behind
Safe in the dark, unlit oven, napping
To avoid waking the witch’s wrath
While shadows creep outside
#dark
#fear
#loneliness
#manipulation
#witches
108 reads
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
155 reads
9 Comments
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