Best Incantations Poems

In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations,
a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul,
how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days
clinging to my heart, roots entangled
in memories, ever-present, yet invisible.
Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander,
a pilgrim...

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In the thickets of the forests and grooves
On the paths through the deserts and the wild
Walked in the robe of nobility
The one who defied the wind and tidal wave
Who throned on a mighty white horse
Decked in regalia of a consummate conqueror
A blue-blooded woman that ascended...

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Incantations of A Dancing Marionette, Dancing Nighttime directional Vapors of Death 

invisible, nefarious fumes that make the dead
terminations that rises, to awaken one's head
up and vomit!  plead and shout! 
but your voice needs air to breath    
now Deceased, a (the) criminally...

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Words are incantations that dance on the cold night wind,
Striking deep into the heart of my world, shattering the light beneath my eyelids,
They slither like venomous snakes in the garden of tranquility, poisoning the air,
Drowning in silence the hope that flickers like a candle in...

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Were every breath an incantation,
Every word a prophecy,
Would I fear more this consternation,
Not writing for anxiety?
 
Were every word a portent, telling,
Every sentence writ, a spell,
Would my mind ever stop this yelling?
Could I my consternation quell?
 
Such large words to write and scrabble,
Though loquacious I...

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when stars align tangled in translucent moonbeams
my mind is cleared of thought much to my delight
gloom and shadows make way to universal insight
mantras surface calming to the soul by way of twilight
airborne my mind floats ethereal as a wispy feather
and i am free ~

in a...

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On the Other Side
David J Walker

Incantations dealt
Beneath a silent breath

Claiming life
	Dealing death

Subscribe to unseen 
Magazines

Opened only at the first 
Stroke of Wednesdays midnight

Antidotes offered at
First light

Work on faith and faith alone
Tell me when we are home

And I will open my eyes again
On the other side...

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