Best Incantation Poems
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As if the sunlight breaks the day
And dawn arrives with a whispered breath
Ascending like a clarinet
As gentle as a cradle song
Small butterflys, will twirl aloft
And circle in the morning breeze
A mantra of incantation
Stirring thoughts to meditation
To revel, shy against the dawn
With quivering wings to climb the stairs
In rippled waves, that stirs the air
The fleeting leaves, will dance and sway
And songs exhale, so crystal clear
To gently sway the flowing glass
Of bubbling streams, sweet, crisp, and pure
So gently soft, and sweetly felt
A first note broods, without fanfare
A petal drifts, then spins away
it can be heard, like breeze once stirred
A timid bird, a quivering chord
A sonnet's love, with lanquid words
Each breath a spark, that kindles change
With trilling voice that wraps around
A wreath of mist lifts off the ground
Skimming rainbows, with a song
A never ending, ... wistful sound…
Then rumbles like a stormy cloud
The lightning strikes, and cymbals clash
The music fills the soul at last
Until it climbs and drifts away
The storm has passed , the music played
All Hallows' Eve Black Mass Incantation
We Pray in The Name of Our Father Lucifer,
Which wert in Heaven:
Boil, Boil plague-ridden rats and toads in oil,
With a pair of gleaming snake eyes too.
Mix in fresh hen’s blood and a rabbit’s paw,
With a touch of horse dung and a lizard’s tail too.
Add six cups of Vitriol and a tablespoon of Goldwater.
Stew, Stew this Stygian alchemic brew for ne’r six hours
During Vespers for Our Midnight Black Mass on All Hallows’ Eve.
Serve this unholy sustenance to Our Coven at midnight,
As we pray in Great Lucifer’s name for his guidance
In defeating Jehovah’s forces of good and light.
We do this in the name of Great Lucifer—The Dark One.
We seek Blackness, Darkness, Degradation, and Negation—
As Our Coven has the power of His Power as granted
By His Unholiness when the full moon’s shadow
Crosses the face of the Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2014 (Narrative Incantation)
The light
is not its own, but
caught and passed on
to comfort a darkened world.
It inhabits the lonely places
and where absence
has gone unhealed,
becoming a summoner
of dreams and visions
as if seeking a form
to manifest something
of itself in the apparitions
wandering human sleep,
or in a memory
that gently brushes
the mind when still,
or drifting far away,
as the image
of a mother's cooling hand
caressing a child’s
fevered brow, or
comes upon the senses
like a breath
in the soft sweep of hair
across the lips
of a summers evening,
when love, for a moment,
has the power to make
the soul believe
it is not alone.
And there too in a song
surfacing in a few haunting notes
that sets a longing loose
to hear it all.
Bless this grandest of days.......
Assist me Lord, to enjoy and not complain!
Only a few humble poems, help me to pen.
Not hunting for comments .......right then!
If body pains do come my way,.....
Let me not like an ungrateful, donkey bray.
Our family day is today.
Three generations to frolic and play!
Thank you for another day to live........
Allow me not to want, but to freely give!
3/7/2021
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Written: May 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
9th place contest winner
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This poem is about the great painting by Eva Schumy, titled The Alchemy of Love: the painting maps out internal human energies as physical fluids flow through hidden circuits, pipes, and channels carved into mountains. It illustrates the transformative power of love, which physically and psychologically transforms our raw, invisible bodily energies into something spiritual and harmonious.
Alchemy of Love (Extended Incantation)
Star-shards shatter,
fire-forged, fervent—
from cosmic crucibles
to coal-black stone.
Love liquefies lead,
turns ash to amber,
breath to burning,
bone to bloom.
I inhale her flame,
a pearl pulsing,
a power pressing
past the veil.
Golden gush,
silver stair,
spiral spun
through shadow air.
Red streams curl,
making circles,
singing change
in secret rooms.
Vellum vacuum shudders,
vessels of watching
venture into merging,
vows unsaid kindle.
No fates, no graves—
only the alchemy,
only the ache,
only the ascent.
YORUBA INCANTATION AGAINST THE VAMPIRES.
Oh you Titans of the other world
Oh you the legend of the unseen
I rise my voice up on to you today
Hear me and accept my supplication;
Attention rules the life of house mouse,
When the loving mother hears her baby crying,
Does she not attend to it? Attend to me today.
You that clad on thousand garments
Yet none touches the ground;
Whose teeth make no noise,
You that eat child and crush its bone;
From the top you eat the bowl,
From the liver you devour the guts,
From the bottom you savour the bile ;
You promised that whosoever knows you
Him you shall spare, I know you,
Spare me, spare my children.
When you were learning how to fly,
On my branches you learned;
From my fruits you ate, so you vowed :
I shall spare you and spare yours;
Remember this in your days of anger,
Spare me, spare my children.
Three things you do not eat :
You do not eat Sparrows,
You do not eat beads,
You do not eat from ‘‘Obo trees’’;
I have Sparrows in my house,
Visit me not; I have beads in my waist,
Lay not your hand on me;
In my reservoir is bark of Obo tree,
Drink not from my pot;
Spare me, spare my children.
Hear this and spare me,
Hear this and spare my households;
We can’t know vampire’s name
And still become its prey.
A Talismanic Incantation
By Faleeha Hassan
Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud
I gathered the pores of my being
And came to perfume them with your own fragrance
Only to discover that you are an oleander -- a rosebay
While in the memory of unease and apprehension
I trace some features that resemble no one but you
An image has its own dimensions
And, when hopelessness assails me, I have roads
That never cease to pull and lead me toward you
And while in the nook of anxiety
I fancy a preordained timing
For events that never materialize
The image draws near
And I talk to it
About the tons of heavy separation
That oppress the seasons of my life
I have recited you as rain
Yet your lightning never came near me
Alienation gathered thick
Tears heaved with gushing flow
Who will tell you that
My silence is like the mouth of a volcano
I am boundless
Yet fettered only by my own memory
And you are
And will always be
The ever-never closest to me
“Sanctuary of the Burning Veil” : An Incantation
The world outside is ash and roaring flame,
yet instinct whispers where the veil is thin.
You hear my spirit softly call your name,
beneath the arch where aching nights begin.
Yet instinct whispers where the veil is thin,
lost woodland creatures trace the curved design.
Beneath the arch where aching nights begin,
ink-winged angels guide you through Soul’s dark night.
Lost woodland creatures trace the curved design,
drawn to the heat of Love’s eternal spark.
Ink-winged angels guide you through Soul’s dark night,
with fireflies and haunted spirits pulsing in the pure moonlight.
Drawn to the heat of Love’s eternal spark,
your urgent whispers merge eternal into mine.
With fireflies and haunted spirits pulsing in the pure moonlight,
we press our skin against the sacred line.
Your urgent whispers merge eternal into mine,
step through the mirror, leave the world to burn.
We press our skin against the sacred line,
where separate souls can nevermore return.
Step through the mirror, leave the world to burn,
the Silent Oracle commands the dream to wake.
Where separate souls can nevermore return,
in lost-lover woods, our warm deep sanctuary we make.
The Silent Oracle commands the dream to wake,
the world outside is ash and roaring flame.
In lost-lover woods, our warm deep sanctuary we make,
you hear my spirit tenderly call your name.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
Birth—Coronation
Belief—Creation
Pain— Debilitation
Sin—Damnation
Joy—Association
Despair—Isolation
Praise—Adulation
Time—Anticipation
Truth—Revelation
Faith—Salvation
Death—Divination
Life—Reincarnation
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The light has reached
us through
shattered
vessels
sparks remain in
our souls
The scattered lights
in the darkness
ease our pain
As we touch the infinite
with trepidation
we now see the world
through new eyes
let us be secure
in the knowledge
That we must accept that there are forces
We will never be able to
totally comprehend
and that there
are unknown and inscrutable powers
acting on our behalf
''Incantation to the Night'' by David Hart (Published 2006)
Puddles smile and slyly wink to the whispering slick streets.
Lo, a passerby tearfully weeps
Weeps through the panes of the dark
Raffish street lights groan and cackle at moths and flys
A woman's banshee gait beckons and paws at yearning passersby
Arrant eyes now pierced by neon sirens
Igneous memories of other times--a spingier step, a lighter mind
Amidst the smells of charred meat and rotting flowers,
Cars sigh in minor chords--crooning smoky arpeggios
A darkness histoire--a Nyxian wail--an incantation to the night.
The Vessel 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 from forgotten tome
This ancient ruin with obscured glyphs,
Gently brushed clean with calloused tips
Whispered words from cracked, parched lips,
Spill forth with unhindered ease—
Like oft spoken lines from cherished poem
Through parted lips, unfiltered words—
Hang heavy on the autumn breeze
An incantation, profane and absurd,
With pressed palms and soiled knees
Then, a deafening clap like thunder,
Splits bark and stone asunder,
Unblinking, her eyes transfixed with wonder
'neath the cloak of night, something stirred,
Within the smoldering debris
Amidst the rubble, a stifling plume,
Coalesced from ash and stone
Sears the throat with each breath consumed,
Seizing muscle and aching bone
Then, a much welcomed reprieve,
Unfettering her senses and lungs to breathe
As the expelled miasma slowly recedes,
And takes on an appearance that mirrors her own
From blackened debris, this Phantom figure,
Whose form and features, to her's, akin
Its visage—a reflection, not of her cold exterior,
But tempered rage contained within
Under its gaze, —a violent shiver,
Her once steady hands, —now a tremor,
Its eyes a cauldron of glowing embers—
Set ablaze with devilish grin
I felt your hand
bunched
in Egyptian cotton,
unbinding
a day’s inhibitions,
fabric curtained
and fell, with it
restraint
floated away
you come within
fingers of breath
from my lips,
a tongue’s touch
of bare tips
stroking desire
the scent of your lust,
overwhelmed as
a bead of desire,
pooled to the corner
of my mouth,
I could taste in you
musk and oak,
that wafted
on invisible
incantations
pulsing the air,
you smelt so good
I could have eaten you
as I did,
your desire
unleashed
Sun of yellow;
Rose so red.
Guide this fellow
To thy bed.
Sky of blue;
Water so clear.
Let him be true,
Bring him near.
Grass of green;
Earth so round.
Let his love be seen-
Heard without sound.
Paula Denise Cosner
peace within peace within peace
dripping with grease
war within war within war
an apple core
love within love within love
not from above
stir within stir within stir
incense and myrrh
mix within mix within mix
knock them for six
kill within kill within kill
powder and pill
blood within blood within blood
dropped with a thud
spell within spell within spell
it's working well