Magic Poems | Examples of Magic Poetry

A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods to grow the most intimate connection. Eldritch whispers through the trees, let’s scare the boys with our smile. To grow the most intimate connection, fall upon the sword of a diamond mess. Let’s scare the boys with our smile, cat-calling and out of control tweaking. Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess, crystals just...

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At midnight, deep beneath D.C.'s pride, A tunnel breathed secrets the daylight hides. Pennsylvania Avenue—so clean, so grand— But under its bones lies a cursed land. Dark suits walk halls soaked in red, A velvet silence where the truth lies dead. The walls pulse with symbols from ages old, Carved by hands both cruel and cold. Fridges hum like funeral songs, Storing innocence stolen...

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“is life an illusion?” ... As a young kid, loved the magical illusion... With every flick of the hand, a world unfolds, Mysteries hidden in stories told, Where wonder reigns and logic defies, In the heart of magic, the illusion lies. As a grown-up kid, illusion took over thoughts .... In a world where...

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don't talk, you'll spoil it— this version of me I've been trying to see as you— don't say anything, let's enjoy our basic witch status, excel in the practice of angles— let's remain unsolvable assistants in the craft. sleights of hand, close-up magic, all of it— disappears without audience participation. ...

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Come and walk with me on miracle mile It will enhance all your senses Bringing tingling sensations throughout your body Making your your soul feel so good The meaning of life will be understood As we walk All your worries will drift away Feeling beautiful warmth From the suns luminous rays It’s a journey to...

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Is there a chance for us to meet To say hello in the real world Before the silence comes to split A distant echo in the word Though I’m no prophet, I can see One day this world will reunite On different terms, like you and me Or maybe it will be one night When in the middle of the game I used to...

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You came for me and I am still flourishing Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor How funny it is to be a golden alchemist cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing how funny...

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Pictures of bliss festoon dream field journal with green moss clad trails of stunning dawn glow junkets through mists of time!...

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When the light of Self is fully ingrained, moment by moment in our waking state, we are from all limitations unchained, conjuring as we like, our preferred fate, yet with no agenda we wish to state. Our wish is God’s command as requested, with intent instantly manifested, there being absolutely no delay as we look on, in cave of heart nested, making magic...

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Calling the spirit to tell me a spell I need to seek revenge A spell for me Take a piece wood Carve a face A silver chain Wrap chain round and pull side to side Cursing the one you hate ...

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I bit the ampule hard enough to cut my tongue. I let the splinters rake their penance against my frenulum for months. Still, it won't change the trajectory, not all at once—nothing does. ...

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Within the thick rainforest’s living light, where leaves shimmer with soft emerald light, there lives a creature no one has seen, Luminara, the secret of the night. Its skin is like liquid moonlight, cool and smooth, tracing patterns only the night knows. Its wings unfold like glass petals, translucent, catching every glimmer of the forest’s glow. It moves without a sound, a flicker of...

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rich emerald fields vast swathes of three leaf clovers ~ sweeping irish luck ...

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The magician wore my mother’s perfume and conjured family from thin air— a brother renamed uncle, a wife recast as mother, a daughter vanishing behind a tale of bees. Each sleight of hand was tender— a hush, a smile, a bowl of soup cooling on the Formica while the truth was sawed in half and tucked beneath the linoleum. No one told me why my “uncle”...

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