Best Magic Spell Poems
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,
Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,
Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,
Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies,
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
I saw a wizard cast a magic spell.
Six dolphins jumped from the sea.
He asked me kindly not to tell.
They grew legs and danced with glee.
They really danced quite well.
He caught a wave in his hand,
From one of the seven seas
He turned it into a strip of land.
On that island he put some trees,
Also, tropical flowers quite grand.
He then turned his attention to me.
He suggested a gift, very expensive.
And asked what I wanted to be.
He stood looking very pensive.
I answered emphatically “just me.”
Amorphous face fold
Half a diamond bowl
Spoon of flight
Peace for thought
Collectible platforms
Metaphase approach
Fractioned subjective slides
Schizophrenic mathematical
Blanks
Polyphonic bubble meal
Psychedelic breakfast blue
Like orbital vertex cubes
Cotton-stone vocal quake
Delighted taste
[Yummy yummy…]
NOTE: I highly recomend this poem to be read outloud with an excelent (and even excesive)
articulation of every sound. Enjoy =)
Pour your self-love
In your heart
And decorate it
With the flowers of hope
Then you will see
It will be charmingly
Kicking and ticking
Oh! My friend
Consider this as
A magic spell
You recall his every feature:
his unique laugh
and sexy smile:
his exuberance, magnified by his zest for life.
Sifting the ashes of love and grief,
smiles and tears mingle with your pain:
and yet, time fails to subdue Death's impact.
You feared the ugliness of Death:
when you looked upon his face,
and said goodbye with a kiss.
Your heart, tethered to the past,
falls prey to memory's magic spell:
as selective thoughts, console your soul.
And forever feelings surface;
carried by an emotional tide
that causes you to stumble for support:
reflecting on the times you've shared.
Holding hands, once kindled longings
that fueled passion's flame:
and made life worth living.
Yet, now, it's time to shed one final tear;
and let it water your withered heart:
allowing love to bloom within it, once again.
In the most quiet night
I think you lay by my side.
Whispers the music in my ears.
I sing to you sweet lullabies.
The cool breeze passes my window.
I cover my heart that is cold.
I wish my eyes wake up tomorrow.
With your lips kissing my nose.
“Place this cloak around you and blink six times
You will then hear three chimes
When your body begins to shudder
You’ll be invisible to your own mother!”
Wart of hubris, sweat of cursed
Jealous eyes and greed at worst
Blood from pride, tears from pain
Some wretched feelings from disdain.
Sordid juices caused by lust
One liberal dusting of distrust.
A pinch of squander on path to diet
Then splash of anger from disquiet
Two parts grease; on one’s own behalf
Once can of echo, from mocking laugh.
Grind chains of office to subtly blend
Add some waste from overspend
Ignore the stench and simmer down
Wait for pride to rise don't let it drown.
One last step for this magic spell
Free a poison pen with a tip to quell.
The Magic Spell
Sandwiched tween the satin sheets,
My head at rest upon your breast,
Snuggled up to warm our hearts,
Lavender scents the air its breath.
A starlight flash adorns the room,
Alas ! a fairy queen has come,
to cast a magic spell of love,
A sensual movement of your hips,
informs our lips to seal a wish
The dampness on your brow it says,
that cosmic fluid has to flow,
to burst the bubble that has grown,
and melt the moment that has shown.
Late in the night walking thro’ a snow filled field
Windy winter wild night, clear and cold
The moon is bright and the sun is afield
Light as day and dark as night I behold
A wondrous beauty of winter’s revealed.
There’s nothing quite like a clear winter’s night
The land is quite quiet as if in a great slumber
Over a fresh blanket of snow moon reflects light
No chirping from insects and no birds chatter
Thought of my beauty Bela, wish was here to-night
Reaching my cabin, saw a horse tied to the post
Perhaps close familiar friend has come for a visit
Oh, there was my Bela, all red and hot almost
I almost rushed to huddle around the fire to bit
The cold till the early hours of the morn engrossed.
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* Nox is the Roman Goddess of Night
Third Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes by P.D.
I'll put a spell on you
And you'll know it when I do
You'll see my face wherever you go
I'll always be in the know
If you do drugs
You can forget hugs
When you're tempted to steal
You won't get a meal
And if you get drunk
I'll turn you into a skunk
And if you can turn yourself back
I'll give you my hand to smack!
Brigitte Pace
I love you
Oh yes I do;
More than you will ever know.
It’s hard to let you go
The sun just shines
Brighter when you’re around.
I’ve just,
Been feeling so down
And so blue;
Without you.
But alas I can’t complain,
I messed up,
I was being vain
And selfish, and stupid
I wish I could rewind into the past
Take it all back
And make it
Evaporate
But alas, I have no time turner
I am no Hermione Granger
I am a mere mortal you see,
And all a mortal can say
Is simply, I’m sorry
Your icy fingers reach up,
breaking the silence
that rises from the eerie depth
of fog,
enveloping us like an ocean.
You touch my hand at first,
sending electric throughout my whole body,
I feel paralyzed,
helpless.
I let your bony fingers rap around mine.
My breath catches,
and it seems as though the fog thickens.
I can no longer see her,
till she kisses me,
slowly,
gradually.
It doesn't matter if I open my eyes,
there's nothing to see.
Your hand breaks away from mine,
I sense it move through the fog,
towards my face.
I brace myself for the smack,
knowing there's no other outcome.
Instead,
I flinch at her touch,
as her fingers gently caress my face.
I am so lost in the moment,
when the fog dissipates,
and I look into her deep brown eyes.
We get up from the hard circlet of dirt,
evidence of past camping trips engulf the area.
We head through the dense Forrest,
No sense of direction,
knowing we're on our way home.
Her hand is in mine the whole way home.
I sneak back into the eerily dark house,
back up the creaky stairs,
into my bland room,
and onto my tiny bed,
thinking not of the kiss,
but those hands,
those masterful fingers,
which played with the strings of my heart,
and left me
with this loneliness
only your touch can fix.
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when its rose colored glasses you wear.
And its grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, sooth the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
When the magic spell is broken. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 11/3/2009
In enclosure
She weaves magic spell
Throughout what she endures
Hidden, cackling a laugh
Cursing the townsfolk
She does procure
Russell Sivey
Form Compression
Contest: POEM OF COMPRESSION
Sponsor: nette onclaud
9/25/2013