Incantation Poems - Poems about Incantation

...“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice QUOTE POEM—63 Poetry is pure inner soul’s voice Conveyed hidden words choice Quietly spinning lyrical equipoise Inner ......Read the rest...

...Below the veil of twilight, memories sway in the moon's oaring, Effigies of the departed rise like incense smoke amongst ruins. They have sprinkled us with pale dreams, and now, flowers of forgetfu......Read the rest...

...A mute vow, ancient as time itself, that spans between us, Is a smile knotted in a veil of unheard kisses, A respite in the symphony of love, where we, masters of the secret notes, Bring to life a......Read the rest...

...George faced the two ships of splendorous light Entreated, and vowed to shatter the false gods Openly soldiering on, through Christ’s name Rome, heard this bright name and brought their wheel o......Read the rest...

...My twilight Dream Catcher. Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings. The waves roll in as the blue whale sings. As empty moonbeams fade, In the cosmos evenly laid. Layers of complexity. ......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 3 - The Midnight Hour ~{Renatus}~ Toll of the bell at Midnight Hour, High above, —the full moon still Below, a sepulcher in darkness devoured, E......Read the rest...

...Curly red-haired witch had incantations that flowed into the night Her familiar, an owl, watched them float up and out of sight. What are you trying for? Asked her cat, who was a sour puss really. ......Read the rest...

...FANTASIE In the world of imagination A private space in the brain Where reality is turned away And where everything is fey When mystery repeats again Wizards offer an incantation Elves and......Read the rest...

...Climate Change Haiku by Michael R. Burch late November: climate skeptics scoff but the geese no longer migrate. The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct by Michael R. Burch Th......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue......Read the rest...

...On the day I met your smiling facade, I should have guessed That you are a mapless labyrinth, an enigma clothed in the false light of evening, A guide to wanderings, where my steps lost their e......Read the rest...

...On my shoulders, a thought as thin as mist has settled, A silver statue in the night of thoughts, cold and mute. In its marble stubbornness, it stood frozen, Not a strand of hope, not a spar......Read the rest...

...Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters... five months ago to the day Twas the cusp of tooth thousand twenty three summer solstice, when yours truly (a fool and his money went separate ......Read the rest...

...A former life. I am there, a sort of poet in 1920. My typewriter speaks a thousand words of English, if you peck at it with a thousand fingers. I need help. I have hired a woman, a lady fr......Read the rest...

...light heats the body formulated elixir internal sunshine......Read the rest...