Best Bewitched Poems
Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
butterflies flutter within the begin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.
Let the trailing flow of sweet kisses sting.
Pain so close to passion, adrenaline,
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.
Nipping ear and throat so breathtaking,
as we fall and roll on the white bear skin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.
Peacock feathers trace the grace amazing,
flames dance high on the walls of the cabin
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.
Double backed, we ride through the heat lightning.
in the firelight her eyes are fetchin’
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.
My wife, my life, my so happy ending,
who but thee could there be so bewitchin’?
Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.
i feel
this flowing
like a fountain
you are judging me
on somebody else
but it's certainly
not me
so i begin
to draw
for you
paint a picture
of your beautiful face
this is so hard
to really explain
as you
mean so much
to me
your sweet honey
i am soft
deep inside
with a big heart
smiling at the world
but all i want to do
is be every thing
to your sweetheart
loving you
was my breeze
feelings just
keep floating
emotions leaves
fall unto
your ground
gently touching
softly the heart singing
it shines out
glittering gold
you are beautiful
upon the crown
you are my jewel
queen of
enchanting oceans
its you baby
i want
draped around
my neck
Let me be the first
to have the audacity to translate,
This piece of mystery molded
in a magical meadow of mistakes,
The reckless subject, there,
just standing still like a landscape of order,
Disfiguring a flow of ridged ribbons
in shapes of unheard names,
Carelessly manipulating my optical
constructors to articulate promises
from paper wings,
Bewitched by the light warm
slash of sun laid upon the raging tides
within trembling silence,
How far charms can go to seduce their
way into a destructive satisfaction,
Might it'd been too kind to dry brush
around the edges of your shadows,
When the basement of your
intentions homed disturbing dreams,
Hunting for the tremors from
freezing nightmares that pray to
bury my ocean and all it's devotion,
Where do the ones who
seek the sins of lost words hide?
While half of the living cling
onto the drifting light,
This shrewd figure that clasps on
the thousand synonyms of shallow tears,
Whisking a bath of blades for
my pane of glass that hold scads of scars,
The pace of time, travels differently
when I try to captivate you through my sketches,
I am told by the tones of my pencil,
that your armor shields a menacing maniac,
Too cowardly to battle for your own persistence,
So hold on to what's left of your timid thoughts,
Sadly strength has long evaded you.
Along a moonlight path, where lovers kiss
Beware the spell that charms a fool
For the midnight hour can blind the eye
A capricious dark will twinkle eyes
A trick to tempt crossed lover's kiss
Bewitching every star-struck fool
If you choose to be the fool
Beguiled by moon, who winks an eye
Be wary of the moonlight kiss
A kiss will fool a blind man's eye, when stars conspire with the moon
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Inspired by Andrea's Contest: Tritina
Bewitched
supernatural art
Her unique practice
twitching nose- eyelids- fingers
spellbound
In Loving Memory Of
Elizabeth Montgomery
Happy Halloween All {BOOOOOOOOO}
Elizabeth Montgomery-Bewitched
Bewitched
Got hitched
Written: 7/7/15
Theresa Marie
Judy Konos Footle contest
To my dear wizard
I truly thought I let you go
I put you in a box in my heart
Locked it
And threw the key away
I really tried to fight against the draw
But you’ve put an invisible silver chain around my neck
You keep me prisoner with your eyes
Whenever I think I escaped your spell
You pull me back into your arms
I’m not strong enough to keep fighting this battle
My mind tells me to run away
But my heart tells me otherwise
With one smile you break down every barrier
With one look you shatter every fortress
Once again you’ve bewitched me
My dear wizard
Bewitching Magic
.......worked
bewitched!
The chanting of a mob descends into the valley from over the hill in a sea of fire
In a wave of belligerence stomp to awaken their own demons
Wielding machetes and torches in the night high above all reason
Resembling their master holding pitchforks making clear their intentions
A rogue storm to target the evil they mirror in their own superstitions
"She sent a bolt of lightning to steal my mealie meal
I followed the trail of maize from the punctured hole in the bag
Our children starve while hers grow fat of our sweat the witch
Seeing them burn in return will reverse the spell
And curse all her zombie offspring instead and see them off to hell..."
"I also caught her bathing by the river with her serpent
It rose on her command into a tornado to carve a patch of destruction
It struck with venom through the village destroying all our homes, but sparing hers
Swallowing our livestock now regurgitated in her kraal
Her monkeys traverse our rooftops in the dead of night and haunt our nightmares..."
The elderly woman and her grandchildren, locked in their hut, wept to no remorse
Their screams barely audible over their victims' blood thirsty mob seeking justice
She could not escape to safety nor was she given a chance to plead her case
For she was accused of witchcraft, a crime for which once suspected, it’s enough to immediately sentence
The innocent, with open ignorance and a lack of common sense to narrow mindedness
08-11-2015
Beauty beyond compare
Breathing her fumes in air
By her side like a child
Bewildered by her wild
Baby blue eyes in pink
Beguiled by her wet wink
Betrayed all in a blink.
Aug.15.2016
Pleiades B - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Bright light shone across painted skies above…
It is a fairy tale—is it not?
Cherished by your touch…
Lavished with your kisses made by captured butterflies…
Filled with vigor your soft lips find mine…
You have bewitched me with your love…
Under this passionate spell I cannot go back… but do I want to?
Our bells rung
Our books shut
Our candles blazing
Water will not protect us
Nor houses keep us safe
Love knows no impasse
It's egress assured
The coldest cockle warms
And the most brave shudders
Love demands submission
The answer is to bow
For we revel in its fetters
Delighting in our erotic machinations
She was haunting the wilderness of Night
With the darkness over her damned Essence.
Suddenly, a roving mortal caught her sight;
She had dark grimace on her countenance.
She ambled towards the forlorn young man,
She stopped as if someone grabbed her hand.
On the man’s head, there was a flashy crown;
He must be a Prince from some distant-land.
Once, she too was a Princess on this earth
Until someone bewitched her with a curse
That She will live within the life-in-death.
Will God still bestow her any reimburse?
Bewitched, she never had the time to love.
Now this new Love has bewitched her again,
Her rotten heart was fluttering like Dove.
Her misery reminded her of the utmost pain.
She prayed to God for a divine miracle
In a slight hope that she was still hanging
Between life and death, with a debacle
That befell on her without her longing.
Finally, God took pity on her ill provision
And bestowed her gifts of Love, Eternal.
Her dead skins freshened with apparition
Of Existence, once bewitched, infernal.
The Princess then met her despondent Prince,
Who too fell in love at the very first sight of her.
Their two hearts were blessed with inner peace
Though they were bewitched in love, forever.
[WRITTEN BY Osman Gani]
She wore brocade of red with silver threads
A tight fit, clinging to her shapely hips
A matching shade of lipstick on her lips
The lady was determined to turn heads
And turn around they did, news quickly spreads
On the cruise ship she both stunned and bewitched
She wore brocade.
The dress was split both sides to top of legs
Suddenly back of the dress came unzipped
She tried to hide from the cheers and the quips
Till the captain sent all off to their beds
She wore brocade.
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13th October 2022
Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Keyser
Written in Rondine form poetry.
The fairer sex
How fair they aren't
When courting is in question
The fairer sex
How good they are
At beguiling and deception
Yet so in depth
Their traps prepared
Beauty - a treacherous invention
I think I know
Their ins and outs
Still this is no protection
From evil spells
For wedding bells
Will cloud your best perception
And in a trice
Your gagged and bound
In an altarly direction
[I wrote this in 1989 well before I got married...]