Best Cauldron Poems

It's so cold in this cauldron of sadness.
I'm drowning in a cesspit of darkness.
When will it rain to wash these sorrows free?
Before wicked waves drown me in the sea.

Emotions naked like an Autumn tree,
yearn to taste warm nectar from the queen bee.
Stubbornly silent, buried in...

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Jealous are my delusions; 
demons possessive and breathing 
with persistence personified — myself
in woes and throes of sorrow
seeing not so much as a sky-high tender tea light
through the crocheted canvas of darkness
even as your searchlight searches in vain
for a flash amidst the chop of frothy...

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Many brazen men have 
failed to win her sanctity;
shouting foolish taunts
to vex The Fays of Chastity.

How eager they are 
to gnash and gnaw
the bones of 
The Strange-Very Strange,

and how willing they are to wager 
away precious wit and whim
to win a prophetic poet bride 
for...

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for my beautiful Mary Kate

Bubble and double, trouble and toil;
Smell the kettle as it starts to boil.
Rack-ety frack-ety, goopity-goop;
The witch stirs in liver, a toad, and some poop!

Rock-ety pock-ety, zim zam zoom zot;
Eyeballs, spaghetti go into the pot.
Tweed-lee dum-did-dee bake me a cake;
In goes a...

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The cauldron bubbles
With blackest of black
Boiling over the rim 
Thick and tar-like liquid
As putrid fumes fill the air
It gags you, chokes you
Making you wonder
What is IN that
And you look around to find
A rotted, termite infested shelf
Coated with years of dust
Webs spun by spiders long gone
One...

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the Devil’s Cauldron
admire the untamed whirlpool
feel closer to god

*A local natural whirlpool named the Devil's Cauldron...

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A witch is a witch, which cannot be switched,
No change can arrange, forever stay strange.

All lies to the eyes, empty dark skies,
Don’t trust, it will rust and end in disgust. 

A disease that will please, fill happiness with ease,
Look past just as fast as you...

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I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs
Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves
So I use a glistening array of words
To keep them listening as they observe

Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures
So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures
Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure
Willing to...

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Love had been illusive and then I had the notion
to dive right into a cauldron of magic potion.
Its scent rather exotic, its color, something to dread
I swam, hoping a lover would be drawn to my bed

I took a gulp in hopes its magic would work...

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Here we go, Halloween is here, finally
I sure look forward to these happier nights
A wondrous short segment of reality
A grand time brought to us full of sweet delights
Outside where the lamppost rests are spider webs
Waiting for the fog to reach, perfectly said
And the great aura...

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potholes of panic-

in the tunnel of my mind

a glimmer of light


Inspired by Raul's latest photo...

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Multiple incenses arise 
in the wake of politico-mmercials
Who can smell the lies
amid the trashing of truth?

Multiple incenses arise 
in the wake of politico-mmercials
Who can smell the lies
amid the trashing of truth?...

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The cauldron of magic potion
I dived into one time.
It bubbled with such effervescence
that I could not resist.
It drew me into the potion
 – as do the waves
of the sparkling ocean.
With its most delicious taste
my lips were kissed,
for the potion is passion-sweet,
but you will discover
if you...

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-Nip At The Cauldron-

My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack. 

I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found...

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Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination 
risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined,
at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess,
initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail,
maybe I might indeed blush with profound mortification,
a recondite feverish facial blush...

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