Best Crone Poems

A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering...

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Nothing savored Nothing cherished
Chewing wood, spitting silk 
Hating every creeping moment
till darkness lowers and laps at my toes
Blessed darkness gives me a cave 
where I...

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Painting with Words

If I were an artist instead of a poet
I’d paint what I knew as others would know it.

I’d be a Renoir and never...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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You, monumental, pose inside the portrait,
In figure of a pyramid
Construed to be elite
Your right hand, rest above your left hand,
Hints that you're a virtuous woman,
With...

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I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
 
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are...

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Oh Maiden Moon, who gave my eyes,
in visions of a child,
the innocently whispered sighs
to keep my temper mild.
With waxing love, I saw you grow
the Goddess...

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A tent of brightly coloured wool 
Along an effervescent pool
Filled with deliciously cool streams
This would last a week and I would surely weep
For in my...

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My galaxy spirals in incubation of sacred dream 
The 5th element, silent and unseen 
Sparks the immortal flame within my skin
Spiritual mother turns my world...

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A great Blue Heron

The park behind our house recently redone
And a Great Blue Heron has discovered fish
I saw the heron standing in tattered wings
Like a...

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Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the...

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Old crone, please tell me your secret.
Give a taste of your magical brew.
Whisper the herbs I must gather.
To mix up your potency stew.

A mere mortal...

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A vindictive old crone called Skyla
Her comments could not be more vile’a
She will give folk such flack
Stabbing them in the back
Well 'madam' I don’t like...

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Here she comes again,
That clip-happy, snippy crone who fancies herself a gardener.
What?
She is doing such a horrible job of it.
She clipped two of us unmercifully...

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